I, Draugr Chapter 4 (Patreon)

There was a momentary lapse of silence. Of just quietly staring towards the sunset-lit horizon while distant roars reached us.

A momentary lapse of 'Yes, that is a fucking Dragon.' and 'By the fucking Divines, it's breathing fire!'.

But, while everyone just stared in horror at the distant Dragon while connecting the dots, my recent new friend stared in horror for a different reason that I can easily guess.

On our way here, she had told me about the Dragon that attacked Helged, the Dragon that I know is Alduin.

She described it as an enormous beast with claws bigger than buildings, spiky scales as black as a starless night sky, and a presence of sheer horror and might surrounding it.

That Dragon in the distance? It was gray in color, that I can easily tell even from here.

And I can see the gears turning in Aurelia's head, and the horrid understanding fill her eyes and twist her face in a way that does not fit her.

Then it instantly became a scramble of feet and frantic shouts and call-outs. Curses were thrown together with prayers, and the dozen or so Companions swiftly moved to go and engage the Dragon.

Aurelia did not follow instantly, as I thought she would. There was hesitation in her eyes, a now deeply ingrained fear of her past encounter with Alduin.

Of how she told me her blade just… bounced off his scales, of how nothing that was thrown at it by warriors and mages alike made the beast even falter or flinch.

And now, there was another such beast before her, and that fear reared its ugly mug to torment her.

"You have not a duty to fight this battle, my friend." I tell her softly as I eye her shaking and balled up fists, "Doing nothing will not make you a villain. Or a coward."

"But doing something could lead me to saving lives." She ground out, expression heavy and teeth nibbling at her lower lip in worry, fear and hesitation.

"But doing something could lead to you losing your life too." I point out with a hidden bony finger, "Do you value a stranger's life more than yours, I wonder?"

Her expression falters, but she soon releases a long breath, then breathes back in, "I'll fight. I must." No, you really don't. But alas, Fate is a bitch. "What about you?"

I shrug, "I may be gutless, but I shall follow you without thought." Perhaps a friendly presence will help her focus more instead of letting fear control her mind.

Her lips twitch at my hidden joke, but they soon spread in a beautiful smile that could make many men gawk at her, "Thank you, Leonidas." I wave away her thanks, a bit miffed I cannot smile back.

"Thank me once we have made that Dragon regret their actions, yes?" She nods, then focuses herself and swiftly started moving to rush towards the distant Dragon, the Companions far ahead of us and having already drawn the beast's gaze.

Looking at it, I noticed that it wasn't the standard Skyrim Dragon, but a real fucking one.

Four large and powerful limbs, two massive wings on its back, a long neck and fire-breathing jaws.

The place it was attacking does not look like a watchtower, but more like a large farm with scattered and terrified cattle, with the main building half crumbled and on fire already.

More differences… Whatever, focus on the Dragon.

"We need to ground it somehow…" Aurelia grunts as she rushes ahead of me, my gaze flicking to the side and towards Whiterun, where dozens of armed guards poured down the road leading up to the main gates.

At least their response is swift.

But it won't matter if we don't ground the beast somehow, and arrows might as well be useless due to how agile it is in the sky.

Think, how to ground a large, powerful, prideful beast?

Loud, uproarious laughter filled the air as the Dragon flapped his wings above us, "Puny Mortals, you look like naught but scattered vermin!" Shit-talking it is.

And wouldn't you know, I am a God at it. I come from the original Modern Warfare 2 lobbies, you fucking lizard.

"Talks the big fucker that needs to stay in the air, cause if he comes down here he is gonna get absolutely fucked up!" I shout up just to draw his attention while Aurelia flinches from ahead of me.

Good news thought, the Dragon came to a pause and started looking for me. Now to sink the knife in deeper, "Yo' Daddy must be sooo fuckin' proud to have a child that is such a fucking pussy! Shut yo' bitch ass up if you can't get down here and get dirty!"

"But nope, ya gotta talk shit like you some high and mighty being. News flash, you ain't Alduin! You just a lil' bitch that gotta attack some poor farm animals to actually feel competent and powerful, like he didn't spend the past thousands years hiding away in a cave like a terrified little lizard!"

I read my lore, and if this guy is indeed Mirmulnir, I know for a fact that this little bitch was one of the few survivors and the last time he appeared was in the Second Era.

We are in the Fourth.

And first thing he does when he comes back is talk shit when he did nothing? Bet.

"Mighty and powerful Dragon my ass. A Skeever proves to be a greater challenge than you will ever hope to be."

"Bet your Daddy looked the other way when you were created, you fuckin' detritus!"

"The son of a whore has a purer bloodline than you!"

Silence.

Everyone is just staring at me, mouths agape.

And then the Dragon flaps his wings with a deafening roar and comes crashing down.

"There ya have it now, was it so fuckin' hard?" And he crashes down right in front of me, sending several Companions and guards sprawling while Aurelia flinches back.

I step forward when the beast breathes in and lifts his head up, and two large gusts of frigid winds rush out of my palms to swiftly meet the roaring cone of flames that is breathed out in my general direction.

Luckily, my currently upgraded Ray of Frost is big and strong enough to clash and hold back the roaring flames with ease while Aurelia casts a spell on herself, one that creates a golden glow around her body.

The flames die down, and she swiftly jumps to the side while I face the Dragon, who glares venomously my way.

So I give the big guy a friendly wave. "I'll have you know that my grandfather's farts are hotter than your flames. Might I suggest breathing exercises, perhaps?" I jump out of the way of his jaws snapping towards me. Rude ass bitch.

"Hey! Performance issues happen! Don't be shy- Oh, nice scales. They shall become a flashy pair of undergarments!" Aurelia would kill the fuck out of such undergarments- Dirty thoughts, go away. I have a Dragon on my ass.

Time and place.

"Stop running and give me a mighty battle, you gutless Mortal!" Pot, meet Kettle.

"A mighty battle? But I see no Skeever around here? Do you?" I ask the guard beside me, but the guy just runs the fuck away. "Rude." Oh hey, the Dragon is charging at me again! And he just sent a poor fucker flying with his tail.

Another large cone of roaring flames is breathed out my way, but I just happily run out of the way, yet the cone of flames is soon cut off abruptly when a Companion wielding two axes took that chance to stab them straight into the Dragon's side.

Well, at least their weapon do not bounce off his scales.

While my Magicka recovers fast, I don't blindly throw Spells around and merely watch as Arrows fly yet bounce off uselessly once hitting the scales.

It's chaos. Bodies are thrown at the rampaging Dragon, who now wants nothing more than to nibble on my bones. I need a way to hurt it bad and change the tides of battle.

Still, a Magic Missile soon screams through the air and hammers into the Dragon's head before exploding loudly, causing the beast to roar in pain and stagger back.

With a shake of his head, his heated gaze falls back on me, and one of his massive limbs crashes down on the axe wielding Companion.

[A Soul has been absorbed!]

Rest in peace, brother.

A sickening thought makes its way into my head at that moment. Did I just rip that man away from his afterlife? From his rightful rest in Sovngarde?

I shake it away despite the disgusting feeling it leaves me with and watch as Aurelia takes that chance to rush by, her large and glowing blade cleaving through the air.

The Dragon staggers in pain from that wound alone, a large gash having been carved right at the front of his chest, far bigger than a person and gushing out blood like a fountain.

Despite all the other small injuries the guards and other Companions are carving into his bones and flash, this one slash clearly hurt far more than all of that.

Need to keep his attention away from Aurelia, can't risk him somehow guessing she is the Dragonborn and then fully focusing on killing her.

Or worse, escaping.

"Aww, is the widdle lil' Dragon huwt?" A deafening roar is my answer, and the charging Dragon is enough to make me now I gotta get outta the way.

I jump to the side, barely missing the claw that comes crashing down right where I was, and I don't even wait to fully straighten myself to raise my arms in the air and aim a the large wing above me.

Then let loose with my Magic Missile.

It's like my hands become literal gatling guns firing explosive bullets a si let loose, ignoring the deafening screams of the Spell flying through the air and going off with a bang as it tears apart the webbing of those massive wings.

Then I change the aim to the Dragon's side, still letting loose Missile after Missile as I stand and relish in the pained screams of the Dragon.

And by focusing several Magic Missiles on the same spot, I turn his scales to powder and his flesh to mush, nearly punching a large hole into the fucker's ribcage within a few seconds.

With a roar, the beast flips around, dragging his claws across the ground and using his tail like an enormous whip.

[A Soul has been absorbed!]

[A Soul has been absorbed!]

[A Soul has been absorbed!]

Three dead in nearly a dozen bodies sent flying.

I may lack a lot of feelings, but I can't let this shit go by.

Sorry brothers…

[Magic Missile]

A simple and weak beginner Spell. It can't even kill weak rats on impact.

Modification; Speed Up! x5 Explosion! x4 Shapeshift! Charge! x2

(10/10)

Spell 'Magic Missile' has been Maxed!

Spell 'Magic Missile' has Evolved!

[Arcane Cannon]

Ten times the cost, a hundred times the power. A small sphere many view as a Spell for children, yet can turn them into paste.

(0/10)

Didn't know it was my fucking birthday!

I clench my fist and rear my arm back, feeling my reserves just very quickly disappear as a bright light pours out of my clenched gloved hand.

"Fire in the motherfuckin' hole!" I holler before letting loose and throwing the charged Spell as if it's a baseball.

Soldiers and Companions alike throw themselves out of the way as an ungodly and deafening screech blasts through the air for a split second, followed by a ground shaking blast and loud roar of pain.

I hit the fucker in the same spot, and where before the Magic Missiles left a head-sized hole in his side, this one did far, far more than that.

A near human-sized hole was blasted in his side from my charged Arcane Cannon. A hole big and deep enough to show two of his ribcage bones.

Yet, instead of feeling proud, this makes me wonder…

If I can already throw out this kind of firepower after such a short time… What kind of power can the true heavy-hitters of this World throw out?

Once more, I shake away those thoughts and focus on the battle ahead, with the archers and warriors now focusing on the hole I blasted in the Dragon's side to do damage.

But it's still not enough, and I watch the beast fumble and now clearly desperately fight off the charging Guards and Companions.

Still, I allow myself to relax when I catch sight of Aurelia.

The Dragon is so desperate now that he is resorting to his fire breath to drive away the warriors instead of killing them, his wings flapping uselessly due to his destroyed right one.

I need a distraction, so I can possibly Shapeshift my Arcane Cannon in something sharp so to deliver a devastating blow to his organs…

"Aurelia!" I holler over the battle cries and roars of the battlefield, making the woman perk up and stop her charge to look my way, "The Spell you used against the Bandits!" Her eyes widen in understanding, then narrow into focus as she nods and hangs back momentarily.

The Dragon roars, jaws coming down to bisect a guard in half and gulping down the rest.

[A Soul has been absorbed!]

I take that as my cue to rush forward and past the horrified Guards around me, but one of them tries to reach for me to stop me.

"Mage, where are you going!?"

Where, you may ask?

"Am finna make this bitch do the Tom and Jerry scream on the Divines for real, for real!"

[Arcane Cannon]

Ten times the cost, a hundred times the power. A small sphere many view as a Spell for children, yet can turn them into paste.

Modification; Penetration! x2

(2/10)

My right fist clenches, and a bright light starts to accumulate and grow within my hand.

"Cover your eyes!" Aurelia screams as she tosses the golden and glowing ball high in the air.

The Dragon dumbly lifts his head to look at it warily before it goes off, making it release a surprised cry of shock.

"Damnable Mortals!" Still in the mood to shit-talk, huh? "Your tricks will not bring me, Mirmulnir, down!" Oh hey, it is you!

I rush to the side below his tail and-

Huh… Didn't know they had that.

I mean, it should be obvious. They eat humans sometimes, no? And I've just seen this fucker gobble up a guard, so of course they need it to release the waste.

So, of course, I do what any sensible and sane human- I mean, Skeleton, would do and… rear my whole Spell charging arm back…

Then punch that bitch deep inside the dragon's asshole.

Said guy stops roaring fire blindly everywhere and just… locks up.

His long neck and head go right up out of pure surprise and shock.

If I had lips, I'd be smirking right now.

Slowly, the dragon cranes his head to stare back towards me, and I use my free hand to give the guy a friendly wave.

"Yes, I am about to blow your back out. In case you were wondering."

Is that fear I see in his eyes?

Anyway, where was I?

Oh, right!

Of course, as the gentleman that I am, I proceeded to do exactly what I told the Dragon I was going to do.

Blow his fuckin' back out.

Hence, I let loose the charged Spell and yank my arm back-

BOOM!

Torn up guts, flesh and blood spray all over me as the Dragon's behind is just… gone. Reduced to pulp and atoms and steaming, torn fucked up flesh.

Damn, charging up this Spell is downright vile.

The Dragon whimpers pathetically, hind legs torn up and guts strewn everywhere while his tail has been completely blasted off.

Companions and Whiterun guards come to a stop all as one, and I slowly walk my blood soaked form around the downed Dragon to look at him in his eyes while he dies.

"You…" He growls, large hazy eyes glaring at me venomously despite his current condition, "How?"

I pause and ponder his question… Then decide not to give him a shred of respect, or give him a proper response as Aurelia approaches with her blade.

"How, ask?" I repeat, then shrug. "You're weak."

Get Lobotomy Kaisen'ed to death, you fucking Iguana.

Rage fills his eye, and then a blade goes straight through and into his brain.

He twitches, then stills as Aurelia drags her blade out with a grunt.

I look at her, and she turns to look at me. I raise and spread my arms still dripping with blood and guts, "Want a hug?"

She brandishes her sword at me with a very pale face. Rude.

Also, the Dragon's flesh soon catches on fire, even the blood and flesh on my body slowly burns up and disappears, turning into wisps of blue, orange and white energy that flow towards a stunned and confused Aurelia.

She yoinked the Dragon Soul, but it's alright.

I probably need to kill one by myself to get one, if I even can. Something to find out later down the line.

"W-What is going on?" Aurelia panics, and I wish I could smile at the way she seeks me with her gaze so to have my input.

"You just gobbled up the Soul of this idiot right here." I kick the giant skeleton covered in a layer of scales all over beside me, "Meaning, that you, my friend, are the Dragonborn."

I raise my hand, then three fingers, "Hence… Three, two, one-"

A blasts causes the skies and the earth to quiver-

"DOV-AH-KIIN!"

"And that, my friend, is a bunch of senile retards announcing your presence to the whole of fucking Tamriel."

Because yes, it ain't like Alduin is within hearing range.

Great job, ya bearded fuckwits.

Tried another method, did not work still. I am so done with this site butchering what i am posting.