Hey guys. New fic to those of you who stuck with me so far. I finally found something interesting to do. I went through several ideas and only one of them resonated with me until I got so bored I gave up. Then this one came along. Please let me know what you think. I really need reviews for this one. Thank you and enjoy yourselves.

Splotches of black decorate the green sky above. It moves constantly, with no hint of clouds. A portal in the center of the sky stands still as its surroundings move like liquid.

The sea is black, with writhing tentacles spewing from the blackened water. Islands of books and paper make up the surrounding land masses for miles on end.

It all seems endless. Every island, a chapter. Evrey step, a page. This is the realm of Apocrypha after all, home of the dreaded Hermaeus Mora, eternal enemy of the Skal.

The summit has been reached. The first stands over the last, in a form of arrogant victory. A mask of octopus design over his over face, sword in hand, Miraak stands victorious. "I knew it would end this way." Miraak spoke in an arrogant manner

"Shut it." Said the last Dragonborn holding on to his last breath "You won't go unchallenged. The entire continent would stop you in your tracks if you even tried to enslave them."

Miraak said nothing in the form of words. He spoke with his blade running through the last Dragonborn's back as no blood was spilt. Confusion was in the air. Silence consumed the summit.

"Aren't I supposed to be dead?" The last Dragonborn questions

"I believe so." Miraak answers

The last Dragonborn began to fade away. It was a slow process. The Dragonborn looked at his fading hands and looked at his body. Everything was fading away, and soon he was gone. Not a thing of him left behind.

"Mora!" Miraak angrily called "What is the meaning of this!?"

"I assume that this is the Aedra's way of saying that it is not his time yet." Hermaeus reasons

"I don't have time." Miraak comments "I need to leave now!"

"Patience Miraak! Or I may just kill you myself." Mora commanded with an ancient tone in his shout

"So you'll finally do it yourself instead of having others do it for you." Miraak said cheekily. Miraak had high hopes of finally returning to the mortal world when he stood over the last Dragonborn. Then his chance ran away from him and Miraak had no clue how long he'd have to wait untill the last Dragonborn's return.

Somewhere in another realm

His body began to reform itself. First the feet, next his legs, then torso, then his arms and last his head. He was in the air. He began to fall backwards. His fall was short lived as he hit the water back first. His armor took most of the impact for what it was worth.

Everyone from the port saw the falling man. A sight to be seen. It isn't every day a random man begins to appear into existence and drop in the water.

He made an attempt to swim upward but his armor was weighing him down. Several attempts to get it off were made, but all failed as the water filled his lungs. He began floating toward the surface as his armor glistened more the closer to the sun he got. His weapons scattered out across the water, somehow not sinking due to their weight.

It had been a few seconds since the stranger had fallen in the water. More than necessary for a man to drown. One of the sailors had grown worried and rowed his boat out to retrieve the body. Along the way a few weapons were found floating in the bay, as well as a round sheild.

Not long after, the body was found floating in the water and then pulled on the boat. The weapons which were believed to be owned by the stranger were also pulled onboard.

The man rowed back towards port, to deliver the body to a healer or someone of the likes.

Talking was heard amongst the crowd. The Dragonborn was half conscious and barely clinging on to what little of it remains. He was still in his armor, helmet included.

His helmet was bear-like in design with a silver like color covering the entire set of armor. The rest of his armor had a gambeson style under-set which covered his arms, legs and body. The armor covering the gambeson was a heavy metal which looked silver in many respects, with black fur surrounding a metal collar around his neck. The fur could also be found as a form of padding that separated his arms and legs from the metal plating. An odd, but quite comfortable choice of design.

The axe had a single head with fur coming downward of the head, covering a very small portion of the axe's upper shaft. It was almost as large as the man in question, and had the same silver coating as his armor.

He had a single more weapon in the form of a double edge long sword made of what seemed to be carved bone. The sword let off a red glow, and was hot to the touch towards the edge of the blade. The handle of the blade came down to an open circle at the end that looked like it allowed itself to be hung on a hook.

The sheild has the same black fur and silver color as the armor and axe. The sheild itself was made of what looked to be spruce wood and the covering of the wood was the same silver-like material. The fur covered the inside of the sheild to provide a covering of the inside.

A group of people were able to pull him out of the boat and back on shore. The inn was the closest building with a bed available for use, so they transported his body there. The most important thing was that he was still breathing and alive.

Upon arrival of the stranger, many questions arose of the man. Who he was, where he's from and what happened to him. He was quickly placed on a table and his armor removed so they could get the water pushed out of his lungs. Why they didn't do so earlier was unclear to them.

He coughed up water and started to come to as his eyes began to open more. His pale blue eyes were masked by his long dirty blonde hair. He was easily half a head taller than most of the locals, who weren't all that short themselves. His body was slightly tanned, yet not all that much.

His eyes opened fully and surveyed his surroundings. Several people surrounded him, staring at him in wonder. "Where am I?" He groggily asked

"Welcome to Ard Skellig, stranger." His savior told him "The entire harbor saw you fall from the sky. An odd sight indeed. May we all get your name?"

"It's Hoen, pleasure to meet you." Hoen scanned his body to find his armor gone. He panicked "Where's my armor? My weapons to, where are they?" He looked nervous, as if he couldn't be without protection.

"They're over there, Hoen. You seem quite distressed without them." A man replied

"Thank you." Hoen went over to his armor to reequip it and strapped his weapons back in place. With his armor back on, his sword hung from his side and his axe and sheild were strapped to his back.

"Are you sure you want to be leaving so soon? You nearly drowned and look tired." The same man offered food for Hoen to eat, but Hoen rejected the offer right away

"I'm fine." Hoen said back as if this were a regular occurrence "I need to be on my way, and where did you say I was again?"

"You're on Ard Skellig." Someone reminded

Hoen was confused. Never in his life had he heard a place called Ard Skellig before. "Where is here exactly? Highrock? Skyrim? Hammerfell?"

"I haven't heard of those places before." A woman in the crowd answered "Did your head not fair well in your fall?"

"My head is perfectly fine. I'm... I'm just lost." Hoen responded

"Let's take you to the Jarl, he might be able to help." Another offered

'This is starting to sound like I'm in Skyrim.' Hoen thought to himself in confusion "How can the Jarl help me?" Hoen questions

"He's always been a nice man. Maybe he might be able to find where you came from." The same man offered

"He's a nice man, but he probably has better things to do than deal with random strangers on his doorstep." A woman said to the man

"It's worth a try." The previous man retorted "So what do you say?" He asked Hoen

"Fine. I'll go, but this is a waste of time and I bet we won't even make it past the front doors." Hoen said in hesitant agreement

Hoen and his escort left the tavern and made their way to the Kaer Trolde keep. They walked trough the dirt pathway and up the steep hill to reach the bridge leading to the keep.

The bridge was long and stable. Made from what seemed like cobblestone, it was sturdier than expected. Many guards inspected Hoen, but never got close enough to touch him.

The armor stood out the most. It looked as if it were custom made. The axe, the armor, the sheild and even the sword. Hoen would just stare right back. To him, their armor looked quite strange itself.

"By the way." Hoen spoke "I never got your name. Would you mind telling me?"

"My name is Osek. Pleased to meet you." Osek let off a friendly wave to Hoen as a gesture of good faith.

"Were you the man who saved me?" Hoen asked

"That I am. And I'm glad I did so, you look like an honorable man." Osek answered in a friendly manner

"That's solely up to your decision. Personally I never cared much for honor, yet I would never fight dirty unless the other guy did." Hoen was quite indifferent on the subject regarding his honor. At least he was honest.

They walked a slight bit further. It was then they were met with the gates of the main keep. Kaer Trolde. Guards were posted right outside the keep.

"Halt!" The gatekeeper yelled "What is your business here!?"

"This man here... ya see... He just kinda, fell in the water. Almost drowned." Osek explained "He's also kinda lost. Doesn't know where he is or how to get home."

"So why do you come to Kaer Trolde?" The gatekeeper asks "He fell in the water and he's lost. Not much up here that can help you."

"We were just thinking that maybe the Jarl could help." Osek said submissively

"No, you thought that." Hoen clarifies "I just need a boat to get home. I'm only giving this crazy idea a try. The Jarl probably had more important things to deal with than lost travelers like me."

"Well it was worth a try." Osek reasoned to make Hoen at least give his idea one last chance.

The gatekeeper looked at Hoen in curiosity, as if he had seen him before "Would this happen to be the same stranger that randomly appeared in midair?"

"Yes, this is the one." Osek quickly answered.

"Interesting." The gatekeeper replied

Foot steps were heard in the back of the gate house. They weren't payed much attention at all. The gatekeeper only shifted his head when he saw a fairly tall, old man who was quite round in size. His hair filled with shades of white and grey as he wears something more akin to noble clothes. He cheerfully welcomes the stranger into the dining hall

Hoen quietly followed as instructed and Osek was sent back on his way home. Walking through the stone keep, Hoen saw three more sitting at a table. The other was a quite round man, just like the one to guide Hoen into the dining hall. The man had a short beard and slicked back hair. He wore a heavy armor that covered his body with a chest piece that seemed to be a chainmail top half and a brigandine bottom half.

Hoen was guided to a seat by the grey haired man at the same table as him and the brown haired one. "So." The grey haired man began "I'm aware that you fell in the harbor from out of nowhere. Is that true?"

"I guess it's true." Hoen verified "May I get your name, sir?" Hoen asked

"My name is, Bran Tuirseach. And this here is my lovely friend, Crach an Craite."

"My name is Hoen." He politely introduced "Is there a reason why I'm in here?"

"Do you not have a family name?" Bran asked

Hoen looked down at the table with a sly grin "Not one that has a decent reputation. Not that it's widely known either."

"I see." Crach said in attempted reason "Your clan isn't exactly honorable is it?"

"My family name is most popular known for bandits and drunks." Hoen clarifies "My clan name is something best forgotten, which rightfully it has been. I only found out who they were recently."

"So does your clan split off into several different families?" Crach asked

"It did at one point. Now there are just a few families left." Hoen answers

"How many families left?" Bran asked

"Two or three if you count mine." Hoen answers once more

"So earlier you asked why your up here. The main reason is that people don't just fall out of midair like you just did awhile ago." Bran said

"I could gather that much. Same goes for back home." Hoen replies

"So back to how you just appeared like that, what exactly happened to cause such an event?" Bran asks

"I honestly don't know. One moment I'm about to die and then the next I'm quite far above the water and then I'm in the water as everything goes black." Hoen plainly answered "is there any other reason you have collected me?"

"You wouldn't happen to be a Nilfgaardian spy would you?" Crach humorously questions. Hoen gained a very confused look as he had never heard of Nilfgaardians before

"I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Did you say Nilfgaardian?" Hoen asked

"Yes?" Crach hesitantly answered "Is there a problem?"

'Yes there is a problem.' Hoen thought to himself "No, not at all. It's just that I don't know where I am, and have basically been called here by someone or something." He replies "I just don't know why."

Bran gained an inquisitive look on his face, as if he were looking for a solution. The table fell silent for a moment as Bran thought of a solution to this dilemma "How about this." Bran started "You're obviously a warrior of sorts." Bran pointed out "Many people of your caliber would be either mercenaries or soldiers. So there are two options right there."

Hoen seemed to show interest in Bran's words "Are you implying that I should work under you?"

Bran shifted his solemn face into a cheeky smile "Maybe." He said with a hidden cheerful tone

"Let's say I end up in your employ. What exactly would I do here?" Hoen asks

"Well it'd be as simple as working here in Kaer Trolde and other areas of Ard Skellig." Bran said back

Hoen gained a look of interest "I'm slightly interested."

"Wonderful!" Bran cheered

Hoen turns his face into a look of wonder "Hold on. How do you know I'm not an assassin here to kill you?"

"Simple." Bran answers "I don't know a single assassin that can use heavy armor like you."

"I'm sorry?" Hoen reacts "What does that mean?"

"Well it's the fact that you wear heavy armor like it's absolutely nothing, and to top that off heavy armor makes quite a bit of noise." Bran explains "Not the best when trying to escape."

Hoen smiled slightly at this. He was thankful to finally find a man who isn't so paranoid of others "Well if that isn't true I don't know what is."

"So you'll guard Kaer Trolde and it's people?" Crach asks

"I don't have anywhere else to go." Hoen replies

"Great!" Bran yells in a cheer "First we need to see what you can do."

"Hmm?" Hoen hums

"I need to see where I should place you. So before showing up here, what are you most proficient in, skill-wise?" Bran asks

"Well I'm known as a master smith who's been trained by the best all over my home. I'm a decent enchanter and can preform at least at an adept level. I'm also no stranger to alchemy." Hoen answers, catching the attention of both of the men "As you can also tell by my equipment, this can answer that for you. I've also dabbled in the arcane arts as well." That last statement really took the two back. A warrior and a wizard? A very odd combination indeed. It's like he's a Witcher of sorts.

The two kings were skeptical of the man's claims. Should he be speaking the truth then Skellige would be a forced to be reckoned with. Should he be lying to the two kings, he would be forced off Ard Skellig to live as a cheat and a liar.

"Well if what you say is true then may we test your abilities?" Crach asked

"I don't see a problem with that." Hoen permitted

Soon a young man walked into the room. He was near the height of Hoen, had a long brown beard as well as short brown hair that came just above his shoulders. He wore a light leather-like armor that is covered by his clothes with what seemed to be bracers made of brass around his wrist which lie atop the clothing instead of underneath it. "Da, I'm going on a raid." He said before he stopped and looked at the man. "Who is this?" He asked

The two kings looked at each other in understandment. They nodded their heads in agreement as if they knew what they were thinking without saying.

"Hjalmar." Crach called "This man here has many claims that I have no ability to prove true. Why don't you take him with you and tell us your story." He suggests

Hjalmar starred at Hoenin his armor of ursine design. He noticed the axe, the sheild and the red glowing sword. "What's that blade made of? I can tell it's bone but I don't know what kind."

"This?" Hoen asks as he points to his sword "Dragon bone. Made it myself."

Jaws had dropped at Hoen's statement. A dragon bone sword is a sight to behold. "Yeah, I'll take him with me, Da." Hjalmar said in joy

"So, Hoen, is it?" Crach asked "Have you been on raids before?"

"A few raids. Some on imperial shipments, some on rival groups. Yet over time I left that behind while trying to find a higher purpose" Hoen responds

"Well to test if your claims are true, I'm having you go on a raid with my son here." Crach said

Hjalmar walked up to Hoen in a cheerful manner. "So your name is Hoen?"

"Yes it is." He replies

"I guess you're coming with me." Hjalmar says

"I guess I am." Hoen ends

The two walked out of the keep into the town itself to gather others for their raid. They reached the stone bridge and looked down at the port itself.

"Hoen." Hjalmar called

"Yes, Hjalmar?" Hoen asked

"Can I see your sword?" Hjalmar requested

"Sure, just stay away from the edges. Those burn the hottest." Hoen instructs

Hjalmar admired the blade as they pass through the mountain that leads to the harbor. Not once did his attention divert from Hoen's craft. A marvelous sight indeed. Hjalmar wanted a sword just like it, a sword that emulates strength, courage and bravery. And a lot of heat.

Eventually they had reached the harbor and walked across a small make shift drawbridge to get to a more populated area of town. Many people already were fighting and drinking their lives away. So much to a point where they little more gold to spend.

The reached the tavern and Hjalmar kicked the doors open and announced his arrival without words necessary. They all had an idea of what he wanted, and they knew it would be fun.

A/N that was something. So if you're reading this, I'm not fucked. If you want the full story just refer to my latest chapter of Guild of the Dragonborn, my other story- that is if you're new to my work and it's it still is up (Just some shameless self promotion in there.) Anyway, I'd would love to thank you guys for reading this. Have a wonderful night day or whatever the hell time of day where you are.