Red Dragon Emperor Of Madness

A Nun and A paladin on a snow country

Asia Argento was not having a good day. After being excommunicated from the church and stripped of the life she knew, she suddenly found herself in this strange place. It reminded her of the winters of Italy, but it was more dangerous. 

Shivering through the bitter cold wind, the young woman wrapped or tried to wrap her bound arms to preserve as much heat as possible. Her nun attire while protective, was not enough. She looked to the sides and saw the numerous men tied and one of them was gagged. Fear filled the poor holy maiden as she looked at the people surrounding her. 

The cold winds of the harsh land of Skyrim, said by some to be brought by Kynareth, danced in a light breeze that would not affect any Nordmen or women along with those that adapted to the cold winds of the Northern province of the Empire. To those unused to the cold, the biting wind sent a chill to their spines.

Asia Argento, a beautiful young lady and a former holy maiden of the church, panted heavily, trying to get as much air as she could back into her lungs after what happened. A dragon saved her life by appearing. Then, Ralof, the man who was with her, dragged her with him until she needed to jump into the burning Inn. 

And to think she was a regular holy maiden trapped in a safe house in Italy a few hours ago. 

"Stay back!" Hearing Ralof's shout, Asia froze and saw the same woman, the one that ordered her execution arrive followed by a soldier.

Akatosh, the Dragon god of time of the Cyrodiilic pantheon hummed to himself. The original Dragonborn was supposed to be the one the Imperials would have taken but those annoying Thalmor killed his champion by accident. The sudden appearance of that nun allowed Akatosh to form a covenant with her, she may not be a Dragonborn by birth but he can make her one, similar to how he turned Alessia into a Dragonborn all those years ago. However, with the current events of Skyrim, Akatosh knew that the poor maiden wouldn't last for long, and with the return of his firstborn. 

'Unless,' A memory of a young man scratching his head filled with a mane of brown hair as he looked and read a book appeared in the mind of the Dragon of time. 'Old friend...'

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In a realm split between two, a young man clad in colorful pastel palettes wielded a sword of Amber, dancing and severing knights in gray crystalline armor with grace and ease belonging to that of the wind. A hand of killing light and a blade of flames tore through the hordes with ease along with a wave of golden-clad warriors. 

"He's here," The young man whispered, turning to the gigantic Crystalline behemoth of gray. "Jyggalag," 

The Daedric Prince of Order, Jyggalag. A giant clad in crystalline grey armor designed in perfect symmetry. Order was and is still his sphere, his very nature. This land is something he will never be able to accept. The shivering isles, the infinite realms of madness governed by Sheogorath, Daedric prince of madness. 

A march of grey, designed to take back the land of madness he governed half of. Turning to his other half, the Duchess of Dementia. The Duchess of Dementia is a beautiful gray-skinned young woman with crimson eyes and pointed knife-like ears. Naryu Virian, named after her ancestor and someone who once lived in Morrowind but left after the return of the Nerevarine. Clad in madness armor unique to those who lived in the darker-themed realm, she prepared herself at the sight of the Crystalline giant wielding a great sword of perfect order. 

Order, the antithesis of the duality they both represent. A man and a mer, Mania and dementia, of madness and sanity. 

"What's the plan?" Naryu asked, looking at the human while standing by her side. "Issei?" Despite the blood, dirt, and grime covering her form, crimson eyes gazed warmly at the amber-clad male.