Author's Note

This is my first crossover story so if you'd like me to keep doing these stories let me know but either way i'll continue to make stories with my OC

Labyrinthian

"Blasted Frost Trolls!" a average size nord shouted blasting multiple Frost Trolls with fire. Looking around the pass he noticed a single mage ahead.

"Ah Arch mage Zanicar you made it!" shouted a young Nordic mage.

"Yes i'm finally here Onmund." Zanicar replied. "How did you get here so quickly?" he asked seeing no blood or signs of battle on him.

"Just snuck around the trolls sir." Onmund replied pointing in the direction he had come from.

"You'll never get better with destruction magic if you never use it Onmund." Zanicar scolded, being careful not to attract attention.

"Sorry sir I just figured I'd get plenty of practice while you closed the rift here." Onmund stated pointing to a large vortex in the middle of the ruins. Walking down the steps to the courtyard of the ruins the two came to a stop.

"Alright Onmund, keep an eye out, there's no telling what will try to kill us when I begin." Zanicar stated charging his magic before releasing a stream of arcane energy straight into the vortex. Upon activating the spell wisp appeared floating towards the two mages. "Onmund now!" Zanicar yelled erected a barrier around himself. Onmund blasted the wisps with a continuos flame causing them to explode upon death. Grunting Zanicar sent more power into the vortex causing it to shrink visibly.

"You will not prevail mortal!" screamed a demonic voice that seemed to come from all angles.

"Onmund, prepare for daedra!" Zanicar yelled with a strain from using excessive amounts of magic.

"I see them but they seem more focused on the wisps." Onmund yelled running to assist with the vortex.

"Take the vortex, i'll deal with our guest while my magicka recharges." Zanicar stated releasing the spell as Onmund began to cast. Drawing his [Ebony sword] as it glowed with magic. Zanicar grunted as a Daedric arrow persed his armor. "Damed archers." he growled pulling the arrow and cast a healing spell. Trowing his blade Zanicar hit the archer before switching to magic. "Die damed you!" he screamed releasing a bolt of lightning at a group of daedra running for Onmund.

"Archmage!" Onmund yelled over to Zanicar. Looking at the vortex Zanicar saw it had be gun to grow once more.

"Go to the college, I will finish here." Zanicar stated taking over the spell. "What did I tell you, GO!" he yelled at Onmund's hesitation. "Eight guide me." he whispered as he put every last ounce of energy into the vortex. Zanicar closed his eyes as a bright flash consumed him.