Shor Sure

"High King Torygg."

"Former King." Torygg corrects with a sigh, "I can only hope that my Elisif serves Skyrim well..."

"*Cough*, yes." Surtr states before anyone else can correct the man, "Anyone who wishes to join us in our fight against the World-Eater can. Know that death is likely, permanent death, I mean." he says, realising that the people before him were already dead.

Torygg and most of the souls actually nod at this, "I'll fight, as a last service for Skyrim."

"Paathurnax! Let's start clearing a path! We need to reach Shor's Hall before Alduin catches us! LOK VAH KOOR!"

The mist momentarily dissipates, revealing the slightly corroded rocky road, and lifeless plants that'd been sucked dry. The army begins moving, Surt and Paarthurnax constantly casting the Clear Skies shout to prevent them from being taken by the mist.

"D-do you think we'll see Farkas and Vilkas here...?" Aela tentatively asks Kodlak, "They wished for it..."

Kodlak lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "They're with Hircine now... I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing either, they may have perished in this soul-devouring mist.

"Nothing is stopping us from taking them from Hircine forcefully, Michael showed that it is possible to defy the Daedric Lords... Shor might even help if we ask..." Njada Stonearm remarks, only to duck low with everyone else as a loud roar rips across the region.

*ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!*

"Alduin! He's noticed us!" Paarthurnax hurriedly warns with caution in his tone.

"What do we do? We can't stop now or the mist will take us!" Surtr exclaims.

...

"I will hold him." the old dragon states after a moment of thought.

"You won't survive that!"

"Just do your duty, Dragonborn." Paarthurnax says as he flaps his wings and ascends into the air, quickly headed for where the roar had originated.

Surtr grits his teeth and shakes his head, "COME! WE MUST MOVE! LOK VAH KOOR!"

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The sound of Paarthurnax and Alduin's battle rumbled above the army as they swiftly moved through the fog, and it continued still even as they reached the Whalebone bridge leading to Shor's Hall.

They were stopped however, halted by a huge man that wore nothing but a leather loin-cloth and metal accessories, along with a huge double-sided battleaxe.

He looks at the group silently, his 8 to 9ft height allowing him to loom over the group intimidatingly.

"Gods that be, that's Tsun, Shield-Thane of Shor!" one person whispers reverentially, causing even more people to start making a ruckus.

Surtr steps forwards to walk past the god, but is stopped as Tsun raises his arm in the Dragonborn's path. "Quite the party you have brought, wayfarer. But Shor's Hall is not like the ones you know in Nirn. Only those deemed worthy can enter."

"I am worthy. But even if I wasn't, I would need access anyway, Alduin lays waste to Sovngarde and so it's time for a reckoning!"

"Arrogant, to claim a spot without taking the trials... Shor has restrained our wrath however, you will-..." Tsun pauses as if listening to something, "Or perhaps not, you are not as strong as you should have been at this point in your journey, Dragonborn..." he states, causing Surtr to scowl.

"What do you mean!? I am the strongest man in Skyrim! Maybe even the whole or Nirn!" he exclaims, stepping forwards and standing face to chest...

Tsun sniffs derisively and casually pushes Surtr back, almost throwing the Dragonborn on his back, "Even with how arrogant you are, I can tell you do not believe your own words. Go, Shor has allowed you temporary entrance... And only you."

Surtr growls but steps past, walking across the skeletal bridge and entering the hall... Instantly he's blinded by the lights of the place, inside was far, far larger than what the outside made out, likely from some magic shenanigans.

It was luxuriously decorated, with carvings on every stone surface, and expensive gems, metals, and other rare things scattered about. The hall itself seemed to be endlessly long, extended so far things started disappearing over the horizon.

There was also a long table that should have been called 'Long Long Long Table' to be more accurate. It was piled high with the greatest foods, drinks, and other consumables one might ask for.

Currently, he was standing in the midst of a strange of people, a mix of Imperials, Stormcloaks, and other folks that probably died during the Civil War... He could guess that those with lesser deeds ended up with seats further down the table, meaning Shor himself would be at the other end.

Deciding not to see how long it would take to walk to the end of the long table, he stands on it and raises Wuuthrad high into the air, "HONOURABLE ANCESTORS! I, DRAGONBORN SURTR CALL UPON YOU TO BATTLE OUR GREATEST THREAT YET, ALDUIN THE WORLD-EATER!

ALL OF NIRN AND EVEN SOVNGARDE IS AT STAKE! HONOURABLE SOULS OF THE DEAD DEVOURED TO EMPOWER HIM FURTHER! LET US SHOW THAT GIANT LIZARD WHO SHOULD TRULY BE FEARED!"

...

"SIT DOWN, CHILD! AND TAKE YOU FEET OFF OF THE FURNITURE!" a loud voice echoes through the hall, throwing Surtr clear off of the table and onto the floor. "BE GLAD THAT I AM ALLOWING THIS, OTHERWISE YOUR QUEST WOULD HAVE BEEN DOOMED TO FAIL. THOSE WHO CHOOSE TO FIGHT MAY, BUT SHOULD YOU DIE YOUR SOUL WILL VANISH, YOU WILL JOIN WITH THE VOID FOREVER." the voice, Shor, states, causing many who were willing to fight to falter.

Surtr stands, "SHOW NO COWARDICE! IF ALDUIN WINS ALL IS LOST! EVEN SOVNGARDE!"

*Click, Click, Click*

"Worry not, Dragonborn, we will assist you."

"Hmph, nice axe, boy."

Surtr glances at the man who'd spoken and almost loses his footing when he sees him, the huge man with Wuuthrad in one hand and the Shield of Ysgramor in the other.

"Y-Ysgramor!?"