War for the World

The battle began, dragons beginning to fight over the army, their differing voices echoing out over them like natural disasters. The opposition was exceedingly loyal to Alduin, while the other argued that both they and the mortals deserved freedom from tyranny.

Both sides had good points, but to the mortals below them it looked like gods were fighting, their voices creating tornados, waves of ice and fire, affecting local gravity or sometimes even stopping time.

The army looked up fearfully, knowing well that their side had a quarter the numbers of the opposition. The only thing that kept them facing forward was Surtr occasionally shouting Dragonrend into the sky, causing any dragon hit to plummet into the ground like a rogue meteorite.

"Onwards men! WE FIGHT NOT ONLY FOR SKYRIM, BUT FOR ALL OF NIRN! FIGHT THE TYRANNY OF ALDUIN AND HIS GOAL TO END ALL OF EXISTENCE! FOR YOUR MOTHERS! YOUR FATHERS! YOUR CHILDREN! YOURSELVES! YOU ARE THE MASTERS OF YOUR FATE, TAKE IT INTO YOUR HANDS AND SEIZE IT!" Surtr roars as he begins a charge up the narrow pathway towards Skuldafn, Wuuthrad raised high as he single-handed slams into the undead ebony-shield wall.

His axe digs into a tower shield, but he follows it up with "FUS RO DAH!" sending a portion of the undead flying and literally disintegrating from the sheer force of the attack. "FACE ME, FOUL CREATURES!" he bellows, prompting those behind him to follow with courage and fervour.

"I WON'T LET SOME FILTHY UNDEAD GIVE ME PAUSE!" Farkas roars, going head first into the enemy.

"FOR SKYRIM!"

"FOR SOLITUDE!"

"FOR RIFTEN!"

"FOR NIRN!"

The screams of Skyrim's heroes ring through the air as they breach into the large heavily fortified courtyard of Skuldafn. In a battle madness, the men and women didn't even notice the arrows and spells bearing down on them.

A lone Nord takes a lightning bolt to the face, searing half of it and leaving his skull visible, he just grunts and ignores it however, yelling as he charges single-mindedly into a draugr.

"ZUN. HAAL. VIIK!" the draugr shouts, causing the weapon in the man's hand to shoot far away. The undead has a moment of smugness, but is taken off guard as the man's gauntleted hand slams into its temple, the man viciously beating it as if it'd just assaulted his wife.

"FUCKING UNDEAD! SKYRIM IS OURS! DIIIIE!"

"GATEL! GRAB YOUR WEAPON AND STOP FUCKING ABOUT! WE'VE GOT A WAR TO WIN!

"HHAAAYYRRRAAGHHH!!!"

All around, the disorganization of the army proved to be a boon as the Nordic spirit showed itself, a battle fury overtaking Surtr's army as they angrily charge like a group of stampeding buffalo.

You wear ebony armour!? LET'S SEE HOW IT FAIRS AGAINST MY BOOT!?

You can use the Thu'um to knock me clean off of my feet? Let's see how you fair when I throw my sword through your eye!

Surtr himself was also lost in it, his throat seemingly invincible from the stress of using the Thu'um as he literally shouted dragons down from the sky, blasting draugr clear through walls, and enhancing his soldiers enough that they'd eat glass should he command it.

"ALDUIN! YOU ARE MINE YOU PUTRID BAG OF REFUSE!" he roars, but just as he's about to use Dragonrend at the sky again, something obscures his vision...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

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Meanwhile, after Michael heard the call for Alduin he summoned all of his forces to him, he and Tiffania had worked together to create a Teleportation Gate big enough for ten grown men to walk through side by side, that or four Eredar men...

Regardless, the first to go through were the heavily armoured Eredar paladins, who protected the vanguard and the next wave, the Crimson Demons who he'd pulled from their world...

Persuading them hadn't actually been difficult when he put the situation in simple terms. The chuunybu clan jumped at the opportunity of fighting a dragon god who was devouring the souls of heaven...

"Papa! Let'ssss go!" Megumin shouts as he hops through the portal, her father eagerly following behind.

They step onto the cold mountain top and gawk at the hundreds of dragons above them... Though, not in fear, but anticipation.

"LET'S DO IT!"

"YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"EXXXXPLOOOOOSSSIIIIIOOOOOOONNNN!!!!!" Megumin, Yunyun, and many other Crimson Demons shouted simultaneously, aiming for the sky which may or may not have allied dragons present...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!*

Multiple huge fireballs manifest in the air, exploding outwards and literally tearing dragons clear from the sky, sending them plummeting to the ground with trails of smoke following them.

Michael wasn't sure who they had actually hit, but he was pretty sure the enemy took far more damage than his side had... Regardless, this was a great opportunity for him, not only to acquire some more dragon materials, but also dragon souls... Divinity was his, and these dragons were the wheat to his bread!

"Tiff! Make sure everything goes to plan!... Oh! I almost forgot!" he says, pulling Auriel's Bow from his back and knocking a blood-covered elven arrow. "NO TANS TODAY! LET THERE BE NO LIGHT!"

*Shkk!*

The arrow fires directly upwards, and while it didn't have anywhere near the velocity to leave the earth's orbit, simply firing it at the bright light in the sky was enough to achieve its effect.

*WoooOOOOOOOOmmmmmm!*

The sun turns crimson, dark tendrils manifesting around it as if it'd grown dark ephemeral tentacles. The light dimmed, leaving the world bathed in red, and activating the Tyranny of the Sun.

Vampires around the whole of Nirn widened their eyes at the sudden absence of the sun, realising that their time in now. Primarily though, it was the Volkihar vampires that gave shouts of celebration, their full power now released despite it being mid-day.

Thus, the War for the World started.