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"YOL TOOR SHUL!" (Fire, Inferno, Sun)
Jon's shout echoed once again in the Reach. He was saving the Shout for this kind of situation.
The Forsworn could be in no worse position. Going through a mine tunnel which went straight in, Jon standing on the end and shouted the [Fire Breath] Shout at them, the Forsworn having no way to avoid the destructive force of the Thu'um in their straight line formation.
It was just a spectacle.
Jon's [Fire Breath] killed everyone inside the tunnel rendering them to ash.
In the heart of the formation was Alaric. Half of the Forsworn were ahead of him and the other half was behind him. He was about to step into the cave once Jon shouted but his aid was there for him. The man pushed him from harm's way and took the Shout head-on in Alaric's stead.
"NOO!"
"Hahahaha!"
Jon's frenzied laugh and Alaric's mournful cry overlapped. Jon was happy to see those savages burn and Alaric was heartbroken for his people.
Alaric looked at the mine with anger while holding [Bloodskal], he was going to make sure that this Nord never shouts again after this time.
The Forsworn knew the fatal weakness of the Thu'um, its long cooldown duration. If the Nord can shout now then the Hag's curse was broken but that Nord should be still weakened. The Soul Shackling Vines are not anything a Mortal can get rid of.
'Now is the time!'
Alaric jumped towards the cave but just an inch away from turning into the tunnel, it happened again.
"FUS RO DAH!" (Force, Balance, Push)
Another shout was unleashed just a few seconds after the first.
Alaric survived by a hair's width as the shout's effect stormed through the mine's entrance and attacked the group of Forsworn that was trying to group behind Alaric.
"Impossible!"
Alaric was shocked senseless as he fell on his ass while trying to back away.
Two shouts at the same minute. No, with only a few seconds apart!
"That's shouldn't be real!"
Alaric thought he witnessed the impossible when he fought Jon for the first time. Jon first shouted Grosh away then shouted fire at the Leshen but there was considerable time between the shouts. Not a few seconds.
"COME! ALL OF YOU!"
This was not the time to hold back anymore. Alaric needed everyone and everything he got.
From the hills around the mine, a Horde of Forsworn appeared. They were as large as the horde that came to hunt Wulfur once. This time, they were sure that Jon is weakened. Their informant in Markarth has found Jon and was keeping an eye on him. This was the right time to strike the weakened beast but it seems that the beast was saving up his strength too.
This is going to be tough, Alaric has no idea what a cornered cat like Jon can do. He needed to use all the Force he has to get done with it and kill that Nord.
Both Jon and Alaric had the same idea in their head. Under Aetherius on Nirn, only one of them can live. Their people are forever enemies and between them is bad blood that can never be resolved.
The Forsworn were all waiting for a single silhouette of Jon to appear but before they know it, the man himself was standing in front of the mine's entrance with blood covering him.
"SHOOT EVERYTHING!" Alaric shouted.
Arrows, stones, rocks, spears, javelins, flame, frost, lightning and even poison bombs. A barrage of projectiles and spells targeted Jon. No one can survive that.
"VEN GAAR NOS!" (Wind, Unleash, Strike)
A third shout echoed in the Reach.
Three shouts thus far!
A Cyclone of wind formed in front of Jon. It enveloped everything ahead of him. All the arrows, spells and bombs were swallowed by that Cyclone that didn't stand in its place but advanced towards the Forsworn.
Chaos and panic took over. All the spells were negated by the Wind Element which can suppress any other element and all the projectile were deflected by the force of the Cyclone. The Cyclone carved a bloody line in the lines of the Forsworn but not only that, all the projectiles that targeted Jon started flying randomly along with people and limbs.
It was a disaster. A man can cause a tornado to happen.
What are the chances against such a thing?
The Forsworn knew this was not the time to retreat.
"ATTACK BEFORE HE SHOUTS!" Someone cried.
The Forsworn couldn't wait any longer. A few Briarheart Warriors led the charge at Jon but he was waiting for them with a grin. He was already preparing for the next shout.
"GOL VUS MOTAAD!" (Earth, Nirn, Quake)
The chargers heard the words and so did Nirn itself. A sense of disaster struck everything around Jon and the creatures started to escape. All the birds in a mile around Jon abandoned their nest and escaped away.
The Forsworn were on the wrong end of the cannon and the center of the disaster.
The Earth beneath their feet shook. No, it moved like water.
It was an Earthquake. A small scale but a real one.
Stalagmites came from the ground and skewered the unlucky ones, the Earth started to swallow and entomb others, the luckiest ones fill on the ground and lost the sense of the world enduring the weight of their comrades falling on them.
The shouts from a while ago where nothing compared to this [Earthquake] shout and the [Cyclone]. These were disasters.
An idea came into the head of one of the Forsworn and it spread like a plague.
"Run… RUN!"
Despite the turmoil, he stood up and ran away yet failing to find a proper foothold, he would fall only to stand up again and repeat.
"No no no, you are not running."
Jon didn't like what he saw.
The mayhem can't end here, he wasn't satisfied yet.
For a month, he was waiting for the day when the Forsworn come to find him. He'd always go out and wreak havoc trying to kill as many as he can while looking for a clue but this is not enough yet. The few hundred Forsworn ahead of him are not enough to satisfy his bloodlust.
The past month he meditated very hard not to Cultivate Essence Energy but to prepare for when he can use the Thu'um once again. He created a few new shouts by all the knowledge he accumulated all those years.
He was still not done. Another shout was on the tip of his tongue.
"STRUN BAH QO!" (Storm, Wrath, Lightning)
The Forsworn heard one more shout and their hearts sank. The sky above them darkened and the clouds moved in a very weird motion.
*Rumble* *Rumble* *Rain*
This was just too much already.
First was the Wind, second was the Earth, and now the Sky itself pouring Lightning on them.
*Crackle* *Rumble* *Crackle*
"NO!"
"HELP!"
"PRINCE! HELP US!"
The Forsworn kept retreating and dying. Alaric was being dragged by his men and saw how the scene unfold.
He was crying tears of blood for the people that were getting killed.
It was too much! As the leader of his people, this was too much to bear!
"UNFORGIVABLE! NORD, THE GODS WON'T LET HAVE PEACE FOR THIS!"
Jon, who was watching the scene was a wide sadistic smile, heard Alaric.
"My name is Jon Dare. Remember it as it is the name of the man who will eradicate your kind." Jon replied at the far away Alaric.
The Men dragging Alaric away reached the road and started to cross the Karth River to escape from Jon. Alaric was reluctant to withdraw but he had no choice.
The horde of hundreds that came after Jon got ravaged by him alone. A single man putting down an army with his voice.
Who can stop that?
Alaric now lost two hordes to Jon. One at the day Jon was captured and he lost 80% of his men going after Jon here in Kolskeggr Crossing.
The lightning from the sky kept hunting down the men on a slow rate but kept eating away their morale like a black hole.
Still, Jon was not satisfied.
He wanted Alaric!
Jon chased after the retreating remnants of the Forsworn horde as they were crossing the bridge and a demonic idea came to his mind. A shout that he learned from his mother Hilda, the shout his clansmen learn.
"LOM RIIN KRAN!" (Water, Wave, Tide)
The world rumbled once again. This time, it was not the Wind, not the Earth or the Lightning of the Sky. This time, it was the water, the very River, the Water Under the Bridge no one ever thought to face.
Karth River moved as if it was a living being and rose for the call of Jon. The water retreated back for a short while then charged forward at the bridge in a sight that no one ever saw.
The fourth disaster struck.
The old stone bridge was washed clean. All the Forsworn that were running for their lives got annihilated.
Not entirely every Forsworn.
The few that survived were clinging to life on the bank of the River.
Alaric miraculously survived for the sixth time this day.
"The damn cockroach!" Jon was stupefied of the heavenly luck that Forsworn possessed.
He was about to step forward but he felt something and halted his steps.
Alaric dragged his body up and saw Jon on the other side of the river standing there looking at him.
*Rain* *Rain*
The blowing of the cold wind, the thudding of the falling rocks, the crackling of the storm and dripping of the raindrops, the flowing of the river. The very world itself started to scare Alaric.
He was terrified.
The one he was up against is not the one he faced before. He thought by killing that Nord called Jon, he can be qualified to kill the enemy of his people, Ulfric Stormcloak. But Just now, Alaric realized that Ulfric is not even a threat compared to the dragon whose reverse scale was touched.
There was one thing he can do.
Turn his tail and run. There is no surviving for him and his people if they are found.
'Run!' He shouted to his body and it did follow his will.
He ran without looking back.
On the other side of the river, Jon was still frozen.
(You fucking idiot!) Shadow was cursing at him yet he had no power to even reply in his mind.
The vines around his body assaulted him with all its might.
Jon used his Essence Energy to stimulate his Thu'um and be able to Shout faster than even his usual.
This was a mistake.
*Puke!*
Jon, who exhausted himself, started puking blood and fell on the ground powerlessly while holding his guts in pain.
He finally got a taste of the power he used to wield before but his reckless action backfired on him.
He will survive but he needs time to recover. No! He needs a real cure for this thing around him. He always rejected a certain solution in his mind but this was unbearable.
He needs his power back and whatever the cost, he will do it. Jon dragged his body up and started walking back to Markarth where things should have gone in a certain way a long time ago.
Still, one thing was clear.
The whole Reach heard those shouts and only one person in Skyrim under High Hrothgar can shout like that.
Jon Dare's voice reached not only the Reach but echoed around Skyrim. The Battle of Kolskeggr Bridge and the Four Disasters that Jon conjured are merely the ringing bell marking the beginning of the chaos.
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The Battle of Kolskeggr Bridge (also known as the Battle of Forsworn-Jon Dare) had an after effect that left the Reach speechless for three days. Jon Dare, the Northern Thane who mysteriously appeared in Markarth during the chaos three months ago and disappeared presumed dead, has made quite the shocking absurdity.
The 'Tongue of Thunder', the 'Four Calamities', the 'Dragon of Winterhold' as well as many nicknames started to spread around for Jon. He was revered as a mighty Nord whose voice transcended sense.
The Nord Bards sang his name for three whole days in Markarth and the Jarl started investigating what happened.
Sure enough, the missing thane preferred to stay missing and no one found a trace of him after he left Kolskeggr Mine. The ones who spread the tale of the battles were of course the hostage villagers of Kolskeggr. Jon Dare has declared his identity while he was shouting the Forsworn to their demise. Knowing Jon Dare's personality, the influential people knew exactly that Jon Dare is the person who would use the Thu'um without holding back even in front of the High King of Skyrim.
But to think that he is waging war on the Forsworn! The people couldn't understand how deep the grudge between the Forsworn and Jon was for him to declare that he will eradicate the Forsworn.
The Nords and the Reachmen never got along anyway but the tension between the two people started to rise in Markarth. The Reachmen living in Markarth, who had nothing to do with their brethren of the Forsworn, still felt bad about the coming days. They were always treated horribly by the Nords and the Forsworn faction appeared because of this treatment.
Still, the man in the center of this uproar remained hidden god knows where.
Away from Markarth in a remote village, Jonrad and Tyr Firemane sat in a travelers' inn listening to the stories.
"At least the kid is doing good." Tyr whispered to Jonrad.
Jon raised his head looking around from under his hood and sighed.
"I don't know."
"Don't know what?"
"If he is fine or not. He said he would eradicate the Forsworn. That doesn't sound like fine to me." Jonrad said and kept thinking.
"What do you think the reason is then?"
"... They probably… I don't know." Jonrad tried to dismiss the ideas in his head.
"You think they hurt him?" Tyr asked.
Jonrad nodded and replied.
"Why do you think he is not contacting us? Something is weighting him down or maybe he lost the ability to contact us."
"We know at some point that he was captured and escaped after two months."
"Two months is not that much but that made Jonhild be this angry. The tale about the battle that he conjured the four calamities of nature by his voice was something really extreme." Jonrad analyzed.
"Yeah, he can just kill a few of them and Teleport away with magic. Not to take them on in such a way. But still, Four Calamities is really something. Can you do anything like that?"
"Me? I don't think I can do what he did but I can at least burn them off the face of Nirn."
"So, where do you think we can find him now?"
"Markarth is an option but after such incident, Jonhild will find a place to hide really well. I expect him at least to do that. He will focus on recovering and then come out to confront the Forsworn in their stronghold. We can look for him now and leave an eye on the Forsworn stronghold."
"There is only you and me though."
As Tyr said so, Jonrad's eyes froze for a second and he closed them then focused on his head and started muttering some words.
Tyr acted natural and waited for Jonrad to finish. This was a Telepathic call probably from Nurina.
Jonrad opened his eyes.
"Hilda has arrived at Winterhold and Alina has departed to the Reach with a small militia." Jonrad said.
"Didn't we tell her to stay put?"
"Stay put and leave Jonhild to rot in the Reach for three months, I don't think a child like Alina will do things like that. Also, that smug Sigurd and sister Nurina are planning to come too after they heard that Jon is waging a war on the Forsworn."
"Well well well, we are not short on men anymore." Tyr said and drank his mead.
***
*Two days ago in Winterhold*
Alina was donned in her Stalhrim gear, the [Deathbrand Armor], and carried her two blades [Bloodscythe] and [Soulrender].
"Mother, please take care of Jull for me."
She turned around to face Hilda who helped her put on the armor.
Hilda smiled faintly and nodded.
"You too, take care of yourself and bring that foolish son of mine home."
"Yes, I will." Alina said and looked around.
There were many people present in the room, Jenna Firemane, Nurina, Vladimir, Hafthor and the rest of the Firemanes and the Moonblades who could come to aid Winterhold. Many of Jon's cousins and hers insisted that they would follow Alina to the Reach.
There was also Lanmas Sadar, the man who lent Alina the Royal Seal of Royal Family of House Hlaalu as well as the heads of the departments. This was all in Jon's house.
Alina spoke to them and then excused herself and went inside the main bedroom to see Jullanar.
The pale elf girl was even paler and lost a lot of her weight. Beside her bed, there was Master Nurelion who was making her drink some potion.
"Jull."
"... Alina."
They called for each other but to Alina's determined tone, Jullanar's tone was weak and barely hearable.
"I'll go and drag him home." Alina said.
Jullanar smiled and nodded.
"... Be safe."
Alina smiled and kissed Jullanar on the head.
She was about to say something but she heard an uproar from outside the room. She hurriedly went outside the room to see what is happening only to find Nurina telling the people around her something and they are all opening their mouths from shock.
Just as she asked what is going on, what she heard next was the best news she heard of in three months.
Jon was appeared, had an epic battle with the Forsworn and sent them defeated. He then declared war on them.
Alina's face hardened.
"We can't dally. The Empire may try to stop us at this rate." Alina spoke and looked at Vladimir, "Contact Wulfur and Ongeim, tell them to do whatever they are doing fast. We need to mobilize our people through the Pale right now. Jon needs an army."
Vladimir nodded then held a telepathy scroll and talked with Wulfur.
Alina turned around to the rest.
"The situation has escalated at this rate. We need some of you in Whiterun and Rorikstead to secure the supply lines. I believe you all understand the plan. The only change we are doing is that we are moving fast."
"Yes."
Alina went out of the house followed by those who are coming with her. She rode Lokthur and took off to the camp.
All the forces were mounted and waiting. Jon has made sure to mass produce Flame Atronach Horse Scrolls for a situation like this. All of the [Dare Dragoons] are essentially Atronach riders and the force Alina is taking has borrowed the equipment from the [Dare Dragoons].
[A/n: To not be confused with 'Dragons', Dragoons are cavalrymen but with a cooler name.]
The 400 troopers were all ready and marched from Winterhold to Neo Saarthal with haste. Upon arrival, Alina received a Telepathy call from Vladimir.
{Alina, you are good to go. Wulfur has returned from Dawnstar but he will cause a political problem.}
'What problem?'
{You see… it started like this…}
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*The night before Alina's departure - The sea north to Dawnstar*
Wulfur and Ongeim were on one of the Cruiser Ships, the [Hasty Bee], the fastest ship in the fleet. They were discussing the operation they were about to start. While using their Auras to observe Dawnstar.
"It is almost the time. Let's move." Ongeim gave the order.
As someone who was raised in Dawnstar, he was well aware of all the in and outs of the town. He was also aware of the annoying personality of Jarl Skald the Elder and how an old brat he can be. This operation he suggested was to allow the forces of the company to move across the pale without anyone hindering them from the Jarl's side.
Jarl Skald always had a low opinion of Jon and didn't like how he didn't support Ulfric despite being a key figure in not only one of the old holds but the oldest of all holds. He also detested the Dare Dragon company from pulling the rug from under Dawnstar in business.
Reasons varied but Skald's action was always that of a brat no matter how 'elder' he became.
Shutting the door in the face of Winterhold after Jon's disappearance was the last nail in the coffin. The Company needed to take action. Real Action.
As the [Hasty Bee] approached the docks of Dawnstar, Ongeim and Wulfur made sure that no sound or light leak from the ship. The moons were not that bright which was for their advantage and the guards seemed lax.
Just as the ship was too close to be hidden, the alarm bells rang.
"FULL SPEED AHEAD!" Ongeim shouted and the engine of the ship roared in excitement.
In just mere seconds, the ship's metal support frame was crushing to the pier.
"We have ten minutes. Move move move! Secure the dock's chains, blow up the dock's chains."
The Ship's small cannons aimed at the unmanned defenses. The main front cannon was aimed at the wall around Jarl's Longhouse.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
Explosions echoed in the night in Dawnstar and people started running and screaming.
"Wulfur! Our turn!"
Ongeim and Wulfur commanding twenty Elite warriors from the company jumped off the ship and conjured Flame Horse Atronachs. They charged like hell runners to the Jarl's Longhouse.
*Bang*
The front wall of the longhouse was blown off as soon as the Magicka Ball landed. The guards of the Longhouse were stormed by the twenty strongmen and no resistant was offered due to them being stunned by the explosion.
"What is that? Who in Oblivion would do… Who are you?"
An Elderly man holding a sword with a few guards around him and some women hiding behind him.
"Jarl Skald, you have violated the code of honor and did some terrible deeds to Winterhold. The Dare Dragon Company is not a thing the likes of you can play tricks on." Ongeim spoke as he walked up.
"... No! You… traitor!" Jarl Skald saw Ongeim and his face paled.
"You are not blocking the roads for our people again. We are here to make sure of that and… to take insurance with us." Wulfur said as the men aimed their weapons at Skald's guards.
That was enough for two agents of [Team 0] to sneak around and grab the 'package'.
"We are done." One of the Agents spoke.
"Good! Let's leave."
The 'package' was a girl in her mid-twenties. She was looking around with a pale face.
"No! You! Hands off her…" Jarl Skald was enraged but he was completely outnumbered in his own house seeing this woman being taken away.
"If you don't open the roads by the morning, we will return her to you… piece by piece." Wulfur said retreated with the men.
Ongeim followed as the last man and disappeared behind the rubble and smoke.
A minute later, the [Hasty Bee] was sailing out of the Dawnstar while spewing flames at any ship that dared to chase.
Ongeim and Wulfur stood beside each other, Ongeim gave a sigh and patted Wulfur's shoulder.
The dawn was already here. Now the troopers can move through the Pale.
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