Lost With A Shout

by DavinAlhany

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance
Length: 1139

Hermaeus Mora had left and assigned the dragonborn to guard his realm. But, when the Dovahki'in finds a mysterious black book in the Apocrypha, the book sends the Dovahki'in away and into the peak of Mount Equine in Equiinus, with a dragon

Hermaeus Mora is leaving from his realm, Apocrypha. He assigns the Dragonborn to guard the realm, only warning him about the black book, 'Equestria'. However, the cursed black book appears from the green mist, and although warned, the Dragonborn read it, thus transporting the Dragonborn to a parallel universe… Equiinus. There he must set off to venture across this new and unknown land to find his way back to Mundus. But… how?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-02 08:00:06 UTC

Prologue: Apocrypha

Lost With A Shout

Prologue: *Apocrypha*

"Ah... the pain... is gone!" The Dragonborn said, sitting on a bench. He stopped casting the healing spell and said, "Are we out of the home-cooked meals?" He looked around the table, only to find a piece of goat cheese and a loaf of bread. He sighed, and was about to climb out of the bench when his steward came by.

"Ah, sir, we have a vegetable stew left. It's still cold. Let me warm it for you."

"No need, Onmund, thank you very much. I'll take that stew," said the Dragonborn, and took it out of Onmund's hands. "Onmund, stand back."

The Dragonborn sat on the bench, his cold stew on the table. "Onmund, stand back," he said. He took a deep breath, chanted a few prayers, and shouted, "YOR-THOR-SHUL!" In an instant, fire came out of his mouth, and the stew boiled for a mere second before returning to a warm state. "That was easy, wasn't it?"

Onmund, who was hiding behind the stairs, shuddered. "Yes, it was." He quickly strode up the stairs and went inside the library. He shut the doors tight with a slight 'bang!'

After a few minutes, the Dragonborn finished his stew. He threw it towards the sink with telekinesis, and groaned. "I need some sleep. I must sleep." He went up two flights of stairs, and finally reached his room. He opened the door, and hopped in his bed. He took the book "Thief Master."

The Dragonborn was reading on his bed. Glancing towards the window every once in a while, it was the same life for him, all day, everyday. A bandit raid, dragon attack, thieves, all dealt with, then a good nap. He was clenching the book Waking Dreams tightly when it shuddered.

"Not again," he groaned deeply.

The book gradually shuddered harder, and at last it flew, hovered above the Dragonborn's head, opened it's pages, and the Dragonborn knew what it meant: Hermaeus Mora was calling him. Quick as lightning he jumped off his bed, took the hovering book, and ran down the stairs.

"Where are you going, my thane?" a voice said across the room. Lydia sat on the bench, eating a loaf of bread while curiously looking at the Dragonborn. "The Jarl does not wish thou, Hal-viik, to go out so often." She stared at him with fixed eyes.

"I am called by Hermaeus Mora... again," he replied. "He wishes me to be in Apocrypha now, as if there were pressing matters." He stopped and looked towards his weapon rack, which held his greatest weapon: his Enchanted Daedric Sword. "I'll take that along, incase some seekers or lurkers try to kill me again. Beastly things."

"Shall I join you, my thane?" Lydia asked, wielding her sword.

"Oh, for Akatosh's sake! How many times have I told you, no!" he replied with fury. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to leave."

Hal-viik opened and read the book, and a vision of Solstheim appeared before his eyes. "The cursed island? Shouldn't there be a Skyrim Black Book?"

"Alright then," he sighed...

"OD-AH-VIING!" A dragon roared, landing in his front lawn. It was his loyal dragon, Odahvi'ing. He had been Alduin's right wing once, but after his defeat, he ultimately changed sides to Hal-Viik.

"Dovahki'in! Here I am! How can I help you?" Odahvi'ing roared.

Hal-viik held his breath before replying. "Odahvi'ing, Zu'u praag hi wah kun zey wah Veysenor. Nol til, Zu'u fen lost wah nuft ved deykel wah shur wah Apocrypha. Mu los shurvon." He cleared his throat.

"To Apocrypha again? At your service, milord. I have to warn you, the lurkers are setting prey on me. Nu zor zey, ahrk mu fen shur!" With this last statement, Odahvi'ing lowered his neck, and Hal-Viik hopped onto it, and they flew.

"I will be back, Lydia. Wait there," he called as they passed by.

"As you wish, my thane."

**IN SOLSTHEIM**

Hal-Viik hopped off Odahvi'ing, and set foot to the barren ashes of Solstheim once more. "Nox hi, Odahvi'ing. Zu'u fen stenfah naal dimaar nol het. Hi aal lif yar wah faal Hruus do faal Lein. Kosiir, lurkers aal kos nirvon hi tum daar get. Lif, nu, us hi meyz dor! Go, go now! I wish you a safe flight. As I told you, I will be proceeding from here myself." With this last greeting, Hal-Viik opened the black book, and in an instant, he vanished. Odahvi'ing murmured in the Dovahzul, and left.

Hal-Viik opened his eyes to settle once more in the top of Apocrypha Island. Beyond the horizon was a thick green mist, floating around. And over there, floating as always, lied Hermaeus Mora. His tentacles grabbed Hal-Viik before he had a chance to Whirlwind Sprint. "WULD NAH KE--- argh!" The tentacle shot out, grabbed Hal-Viik by his chest and pulled him aside Hermaeus Mora.

"My loyal subject. I am going far away," he boomed. "I have assigned you as a guard to my realm. I want you to return me my Oghma Infinium, and then I will go." He reached for the Dragonborn's magical inventory, and took the book out. "You have used it. Very clever. Now, if you will excuse me, I must leave. But I warn you, do not read the last black book: 'Equestria'. It has been cursed by a being from the Soul Cairn of the otherworldly dimension. But now, I shalt go." With this, he dissapeared in a flash, and the green mist vanished, revealing the swirling green void above.

Suddenly, a book teleported in front of Hal-Viik. It appeared to consist of not Daedric Language, but scribbles of an unknown language. On it's front cover is a picture of a horse. Strange, Hal-Viik thought. There are only five black books here... perhaps this is a hidden knowledge archive?

"Let's read it!" Hal-Viik shrieked with delight.

Hal-Viik opened the book, and tried to understand the language. "Pony, Nord, Transport..." he said, as he found a complete thu'um among the scribbles. "Let's try it. Must be a shout."

"MALKEY, BRON, RONTH!"

Suddenly, the world twisted around, and Hal-Viik screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he shrieked, as his vision blurred and faded. "What is happening?!"

*boom

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Dear Doctor,

A prismatic boom has been observed and confirmed to be sourced from Mount Equine in Anthamel, far beyond the Void in the Dimensional Rift. I need you to travel there and find whatever has drifted here again. I do not want another mad, fourth-dimensional dimmonoid serial killer in Equestria running around butchering ponies. Do be cautious to not slip into any Dimenivoid Rifts, as you may be transported to a fourth-dimensional realm beyond any sanity. Find the thing and bring it here. We must see how it reacts and if it is peaceful.

Sincerely,

Princess Celestia