Nerevarine, champion, dovahkiin

by Nordic Voice

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe
Length: 699

Three heros from three times of the same world become part of another

Shurseth Amputal, the nerevarine
Alturius Galm, the the champion of cyrodiil
Jyorm strongvoice, the dovahkiin

all three are heros who die, but gain a new chance when they are thrust into a new world that needs their help

alternate events and posible OOCs
teen for safety

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-25 00:06:04 UTC

the new chance: Shurseth Amputal

out skirts of appleloosa

year 2 of diarchy

The sands stired up into a small cyclone as a group of buffalo watched, within the cyclone a body could be seen forming on the ground. As soon as the body was done forming the cyclone just stoped and on the ground lay what seemed to be a thestral. A young calf ran over to its side "Father, this pony seems to be hurt" "We will bring him to the town, after all that is where we were heading, they can help him more than we can" "Yes father" "Heavyhorn, you will carry him" "Yes father"

30 minutes later

Appleloosa court house

"Mayor Gold, we have come to trade goods, but first we found this pony on our way here, he seems to be hurt and requiers attention" The newly appointed mayor looked up from his desk "Alright ah'l take ya'll the doc, could ya carry him there I'm not the strongest despite bein an earth equistrian ... kinda gettin old" He finnished his sentance with a point to his graying mane "Of course"

doctors office

"So how is he? doctor dusty looked up from his new patient "He has a long but shallow cut on his side possibly from his weapon over there"  dusty pointed to a strange crescent moon shaped sword* "But no other injuries, only other thing wrong is the dehydration but I'm taking care of that" Just as dusty finnished his statement the thestral woke up grabbed his blade and faced the others in the room "Where am I?" "Your in appleloosa" the thestral looked at dusty and changed his grip to be less aqward "never heard of it, now who are you, what are you, and what am I" "I am mayor gold, I am a earth equestrian and you are a thestral" "thestral?" "um a bat equestrian, you must of hit your head or something" "I am a dunmer from morrowind, not some bat or whatnot" the equestrians looked at each other in confusion then dusty spoke up "perhaps I should send a letter to nurse redheart, see about getting your guest addmitted to the ponyville hospital, they have better equipment there and I think they could help him better than I could espescialy with this" "yeah you go do that, well for now he's in your care, in the mean time ah believe you and ah have some trade'n tah do risingsun" "ancestors help me"

The deaths

Skyrim, 4th era, year 204

3 years after alduins defeat

Jyorm strongvoice was currently fighting a small force of bandits that were terrorizing travelers from the valtheim towers

"your amor is going to look good on me!" shouted a bandit before shortly being decapitated "they just never learn, now for the leaGAH" Jyorm didnt get to finish as a bound sword peirced his deadric armor and his heart. using the last of his strength the nord spun around and slashed the bandit leaders throat before falling on the floor, with his last breath he said "death ... is highly exaggerated"

Cyrodiil, 3rd era, year 435

2 years after oblivion crisis

Altarius Galm was walking along the road towards skingrad, the city he called home, to rest and have some fresh surilie brothers wine. the only things about skingrad he didn't like are falanu hlaalu (the necrophiliac) and glarthir (who is now dead thanks to his own paranoia). However Altarius was not to reach his destination due to an assassin striking him in the head killing him instantly

Morrowind, 3rd era, year 433

6 years after Dagoth Ur,s defeat

Shurseth Amputal was walking around the ash lands searching for blighted creatures and/or corprus victims and put an end to them as was his duty as nerevarine, and he did so easily thanks to the last deadric crescent blade in exsistance, but just as he was about to rest, an ash storm started up this one far stronger than any before and easily buried him alive and filling his lungs with the sand-like ash. his last thoughts being "I join you, my ancestors."

but little did they know that fate had other plans