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Capítulo 623: Emperors's's

The Emperor of the Empire looks over his city from high, eyes going from the black specs that each denoted a person he ruled over, the hundreds of thousands of then making his position weigh ever the more he sees.

He leans back in his cushioned chair and rests a hand on his chest, aware that his time was coming to an end, not just because of his age, or the lack of an official heir to the throne... No, his apprehension came from the North, the Dragonborn vying to take what is 'rightfully' his, as blood-kin of Tiber Septim.

He hadn't even ordered the army to secure the borders yet, so fearful that the massive loss of life a war would inevitably take would put the Empire at risk of finally falling to the Thalmor... He could take his death, he'd been long expecting it, but being the man who led a once great Empire to its death both horrified and disgusted him.

*Click!*

Hmm, there his advisors come again, seeking to have the troops go to war...

"My Emperor, my sincerest apologies for disturbing you but I cannot in good conscience patiently wait while Skyrim is ruled by a tyrant..."

"Tyrant? That's news to me, the reports I've seen suggest he is rather fair-handed with anyone who isn't an enemy or a seasoned warrior..." the Emperor, Titus neutrally states.

"Yes, well, spies can be bought and reports can be doctered-"

"Have you completed the task I gave you, what was it, a month ago now?" Titus interrupts the man.

"Well-, no, you see I've been-"

"Spending your time in brothels, seeing a girl who's old enough to be your daughter's daughter. I am aware." the Emperor states, inwardly taking great satisfaction at the man's sputtering.

Titus looks to the other advisor present, "And you, Geriot, have you completed the task I gave to you?"

"I have... I still have my reservations however, such a thing could be seen as a breach of the White-Gold Concordat if discovered..." the man quietly cautions, his task of identifying the Thalmor-influenced staff that worked around Governmental Offices had been a difficult one, but swiftly completely with the assistance of the College of Whispers.

"Your worries have been noted. I'll have you work with Redis here to complete his duties... If he fails or refuses, report to me immediately." he says, glaring at the rapidly shrinking man.

"By your word, Emperor."

The duo leave and Titus slumps in his chair, his duty was to the protection of the Empire and its people, not the placement of himself or his kin on the throne. He would not fail his duties again.

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Elsewhere, Surtr rapidly sits up from his bed, his harem splayed out around him groaning sweetly at the disruption to their sleep. He'd felt something, a powerful dragon awakening... He didn't know how or why, only where, and its name... Miraak.

He sensed it somewhere North, and since he was currently in Windhelm, that could only mean a few things... Either it was somehow in Atmora, which shouldn't exist anymore... Or it was on the largest nearby island, a contested territory known as Solstheim.

Surtr climbs out of bed, pushing some women onto the floor as he does so before making his way to the throne room. "HAS ANYONE RECEIVED ANY WORD AT ALL FROM SOLSTHEIM!? ANY MERCHANTS? ANY WANDERERS!?" he exclaims, looking around to find his personal servant.

"WHY HAS NO ONE MADE ME AWARE OF THIS!?" he angrily shouts, feeling like his servant and advisor's negligence may have made way for trouble to befall them all... He didn't know who Miraak was but he certainly had no wish to fight another Alduin, last time he'd only won with the help of many past heroes and lady luck herself.

"Surtr! Solstheim is not Skyrim territory! It belongs to the elves of the east, why should we care what goes on there?" Ralof asks as he shuffles into the room, still wiping sleep from his eyes.

Surtr scowls at his Housecarl, "I don't care if a cat shits in Hammerfell! I want to know about it! I need to know about it! AM I NOT YOUR KING!?"

...

"What's this about? You've never gone off like this before..." Ralof questions, ignoring the grimace of some of his servants, fully expecting the man to get skewered.

...

"There's something dangerous is Solstheim and I need to go check it..." he strides out of the hall to go get his armour.

"What? Now? That's a week-long boat trip!"

Surtr shakes his head, "By Dragon."

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It doesn't take long for Surtr to make his way across the Northern Ocean, riding his personal dragon and accompanied by three others he'd managed to resurrect

Soon enough he reached one of the only real settlements of the Island, Raven Rock, he lands outside of it and waits for someone to receive him... Not many would refuse a man and his four dragons.

Of course, the greeting he receives is not what he expected... Eleven shadows appear overhead and begin circling him, their silhouettes making it obvious as to what they are. Dragons.

Then, the gates to Raven Rock open up, allowing a masked man and his entourage to step out. They walk over, not fearing Surtr's dragons at all as they stop mere meters away, as if dragon fire wasn't a factor.

"Hail, identify yourself before Emperor Miraak!" a young pink-haired girl announces, causing Surtr to almost fall from his dragon... Another Dragonborn!?

"I am Dragonborn Surtr! High King of Skyrim and soon-to-be Emperor of Tamriel!" he shouts back after shaking the shock from his mind.

"Hmph, the 'Slayer of Alduin'." Miraak chuffs at him, "Only, you didn't really slay him, did you? Not in the way it matters, and not as you'd have everyone to believe."

"Lies told by a mad fool. What do you rule, 'Emperor'?" Surtr retorts, not taking the insult lying down.


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Capítulo 624: New Menace

"Lies told by a mad fool. What do you rule, 'Emperor'?"

"Hahahahaha!" Miraak lets out a laugh, ignoring his disgruntled and angry-looking allies beside him, "What a show of utter ignorance and stupidity! You knew my name, yet you rushed here without taking a moment to investigate! If you had, you would know that I have ruled far more than the pitiful land that Skyrim had become! I am Miraak, First Dragonborn! And your elder."

"First Dragonborn? I would have thought my forebearer would have had the courage to show his own face! Yet you stand before me now, cowering behind your allies like a child still drinking his mother's milk!" he insults instead of inquiring how Miraak had lived so long if his claim was true, doing so would put him on the back foot and in a weaker position between them.

"You wish to test my steel!? Foolish! But you may try! Come and face me like a true Dragon!" Miraak growls as he draws his blade and steps forwards, his companions stepping away to give him space.

Surtr himself just focuses on Miraak's sword, a disgusting, green blade with living black tendrils dancing around its guard. Clearly enchanted, or perhaps even a Daedric Artifact judging by the power he felt from it.

He hops off of his dragon and draws Wuuthrad from his back, "We duel, but I cannot trust the honour of someone who hides his face. Are you so scared to go without protection, coward?"

Miraak sniffs, bringing a hand to his face and taking the Dragon Priest mask away, revealing his face to all, surprising even his allies who'd been mentally subverted already.

One side of his face was that of a handsome Nord with a square jaw and strong features, a clear blue eye and dark blonde hair. The other was less appealing. Part of his skin had been corrupted and turned into what looked like dark dragon scales, the flesh around this appearing to be halfway through the process, giving an unpleasant contrast of green, flaking, rotten-looking skin. His eye had also been changed, now a glowing yellow with a slit pupil, akin to a dragon's.

"No wonder you hid your face, who would want an abomination like you ruling over them?" Surtr smugly states.

"Your insults are as impotent as your loins, boy. And yes, I am aware of the prophecy and all that it entailed." he grins, showing half normal teeth and half pointed fangs, "Do not worry, I will continue our lineage once you are gone."

"Bastard!" Surtr angrily growls, the insult hitting him just where it hurt as he quickly charges straight at the man, Wuuthrad raised up high. "DIE!"

"Pathetic!" Miraak breathes as dodges backwards, the tentacles wrapping around his blade shooting up and wrapping around the head of Surtr's battleaxe. A hard tug free's it, sending it clattering away along the floor.

Surtr, of course, draws the second Wuuthrad from his back while shouting, "FUS!" to get some distance from the approaching Miraak, only to be knocked over as the First Dragonborn shoots through the Unrelenting Force with Whirlwind Sprint, cutting a line across Surtr's Dragonbone armour.

"ZUN HAAL VIIK!" Surtr shouts as he angrily turns, trying to disarm Miraak of his own weapon... Only for the man to dodge with swift use of Become Ethereal.

"Your voice is weak! How Alduin fell to the likes of you is a disgrace to us all!" Miraak exclaims as he lunges forward, sparks flying as his blade collides with the handle of Wuuthrad. His blade slips through Surtr's guard and stabs him in the side, dealing a flesh wound and drawing the first blood of the fight.

Surtr grits his teeth, "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S WEAK, IMPOSTER! YOL TOOR SHUL!"

"YOL TOOR SHUL!" Miraak parrots, unleashing his own dragon fire in response to his opponent. His quickly overpowered Surtr's, his countless years mastering the Thu'um and many more Dragon souls enhancing his soul giving him the absolute advantage.

In another world they would have been evenly matched, but the actions of some changed the fate of the world, leaving the duo as they are now... One free, and one weak.

Fire explodes in Surtr's face, scorching his pale armour black and burning his beard completely from his face. He tumbled backwards to avoid the worst of it, but the painful burns on his face make him aware of just how big the difference between them is.

"Again, your voice is weak. You wield your power like a child his fists, without the souls of our kin you've slain, you would be as worthless as any common rabble. Yet, you dare call yourself Emperor?"

"Y-your time has passed, this is my world, my land, MY PEOPLE!" Surtr shouts as he forces himself to his feet.

Miraak chuckles, "Your people?" he glances over to Surtr's four dragons who looked disappointed at their 'leaders' clear disadvantage in this fight. "Let me show you how weak their loyalty to you truly is. GOL HAH DOV!"

A glowing rippled washes over three of Surtr's dragons, leaving only one unaffected. At first, it looked as if nothing had happened, until Miraak spoke... "To the skies, join your brothers in my service."

They each instantly do as he commands, flying into the air to join the other dragons flying overhead. Leaving Surtr standing there dumbfounded, "What is that, disgusting shout." he slowly whispers, the shout still feeling as if it was violating his senses. Never had he felt something so despicable before, as if his soul had stepped in the metaphysical version of mammoth shit.

"Miraak, hi krilon imaar hin braan dovah? Ni orin faal Alduin fund brah grik vensedren!" (Miraak, you dare enslave your fellow dragons? Not even the Alduin would use such methods!) Surtr's remaining dragon, Zokahjoorgral angrily exclaims.

"Alduin is dead, as you recall. I will not follow his fate, his mistakes."


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