Chapter 12: The Prince of Order
Argon awoke in his room at the Shivering Isles to see Serana sitting on a chair in his room.
"I was wondering when you would wake up." she said
"How long have you been here?" Argon asked
"About and hour." Serana answered
"Stalker." joked Argon
Serana laughed, and then said, "You ready for today? What happens here might be the end of the war."
"Yeah, we had better hope that this ends the war, or we will be out of luck. We can't fight the daedra forever, and by fighting in this war, we are also causing damage to Tamriel, not much since we are not gods with divine power, but this is like a never ending war. I hope Sheogorath is right and that Jyggalag will help us." Argon said
"You're right, I know you guys are doing what you have to, but I am worried about you Argon, I understand you have done this type of thing countless times, but not when you were being tugged on by two divine forces. And no matter how hard you try to fight for the divines and get yourself to Sovngarde, the daedra keep tugging back on you. It's like a game where two teams pull on a rope, you are the rope, even if the rope tries to go to one team, it can't the rope doesn't decide that only the superior team, and here the teams are equal when one team gets the upperhand, the other team just pulls back. That sounds like a fun game.... Hmmmm maybe I should introduce that to the world, but what would it be called?" Serana said
"I know, my efforts aren't just for myself, I need to get into Sovngarde because if the daedra win and somehow Tamriel survives this war, the daedra will fight each other for my soul. A civil war between the daedra with Tamriel as the battle ground, Tamriel would be gone." said Argon
"I know, but I have been waiting for you because I need to ask you something." said Serana changing the subject
"What?"
"Last night, were you serious about wiping yourself out of existence?" asked Serana
"Yes. I am serious about it. It's like your rope simile, if there was no rope though, no team could win and they would have to deal with it. If this doesn't work today, that will be my only choice." said Argon'
"Then it HAS to work, now more than ever. I will not let you destroy yourself." said Serana
"I appreciate your concern, but I have made up my mind. There is no point in trying to change it." said Argon, "Now, if you don't mind I need to get dressed before we go." said Argon
Serana left the room and Argon put on his armor. He was thinking about the war, him possibly going to destroy himself. He reflected on about the war, all of the facts, the battles, what him and his team were about to go do. It all seemed like a pretty normal war, save the fact that godly forces were clashing this time. Something about it didn't seem right though, Argon could not figure out what it was, but there was this thing at the back of his mind bugging him about the war. Something definitely didn't seem right. He didn't have time to try to figure it out though, their window of opportunity was closing the team had to hurry and get to Jyggalag.
Argon walked out of his room and found his team already talking in the throne room.
"Argon, while we get the portal ready to be opened, Sheogorath thinks it is a good idea to contact Akatosh, let him know what is going on so since you are the leader of the team, we are putting you in charge of that. Sheogorath says the daedric Princes can make mini portals that nothing can travel through to show what is going on in an area. It's how they watch over us, they can make them invisible, or visible. So Sheogorath is going to open one so you can talk to Akatosh." said Fayen
"Alright, thanks Fayen. Open the thing and I will talk to him." said Argon
Sheogorath opened the portal to Akatosh and Argon saw Akatosh sitting hunched over some scrolls in the Hall of Valor. The other divines were wandering around planning for the next battle. "Akatosh!" called Argon
Akatosh looked up from the scrolls, "Argon," he said, "how are things going?"
"Things are alright here. My team and I are going to stop this war. We are traveling to Jyggaag's realm to try to get him to help us restore order." explained Argon
"Stop the war? Jyggalag? Are you crazy Argon?! The war will be stopped when we win! And we can't trust Jyggalag! He's a daedric prince, he'll deceive us, trick us!"
"Sheogorath didn't."
"Because you and him are related, and he used to be the Hero of Kvatch. His heart is in the right place. Jyggalag's is cold, and icy." said Akatosh
"But he owes Sheogorath for freeing him from being the original Sheogorath."
"Okay, but even if he agrees to help, stop the war? Why not win? You have been fighting to go to Sovngarde this whole time! Why just stop the war?"
"Because I have been fighting for Tamriel. You are using it as a battle ground and the people of it are being affected! I have been trying to save it! Tamriel will be destroyed!" said Argon
"Fine then trust your daedric prince. I must go anyway. A battle is about to start atop of the Throat of the World." Akatosh waved his hand and the image rippled and disappeared.
"Well that went well." said Argon sarcastically as he turned back to face his team, "How's the portal coming?"
"We're done, we just need you to release a pulse from your sword on the area, and the portal should open." said Nerevar
"Alright well stand back then."
The portal area was a little circular mat, with flowers, runes, soul gems soul gem fragments, and some of Sheogorath's blood because the blood of a daedra is required to open a portal to a daedra realm. Argon drew his sword, he held it high over his head with both hands. The team stepped back. Argon brought the blade thundering down, and a blue pulse flew out from the blade. The pulse traveled to the mat, and it hit the invisible mist of spells. As it hit them, there was a spark, it also hit the runes, which blew up and generated more magic while also blew up the soul gems, plants, and fragments. All of the magic generated flew in a mist to the spark and then a blue portal opened up.
"The portal to Jyggalag's realm. It's open. You guys ready to go?" said Sheogorath
"Yeah. We have to now. Akatosh say they are getting ready for a battle on the Throat of the World." said Argon
"The Throat of the World? That's not good that is the tallest mountain and point in Tamriel, any spell that is launched there will be magnified my the magic that the time tear genrates, and then the spell will fly across Tamriel and hit a city. People will die!" said Garnin
"Then we had better hurry." said Sheogorath
The team stepped through the portal and came out in Jyggalag's realm.The realm was completely crystalline. There were crystal obelisks, a crystal sun and sky. Everything was blue, a light shade for order instead of a dark for sad. There were crystalline knights everywhere, houses and structures were made of crystal. In the distance they could see a great crystal castle which the sun reflected off of. Every plant, and blade of grass were crystal, even the light seemed to be crystal. The team stayed together and swiftly knights of order had surrounded them.
"Who are you?" asked one of the knights
"We are of Tamriel, there is a great war there, and we need the help of your leader." said Argon
"Jyggalag has cut himself off from that realm and the rest of Oblivion, go back now." said the knight
"We need his help, we mean you no harm." reasoned Nerevar
"This one is different..." said one of the knights examining Sheogorath
"Daedra!" shouted another
"Not any daedra, but a Daedric Prince!" said the lead knight
"Here to bring Jyggalag back, are you? Well you will not succed." said another knight
"No, we need his help, we think he is the only one who can grant us a power to save out world." said Sheogorath
"That voice.... That is none other than the voice of Sheogorath. He is here to bring madness to Jyggalag and his realm! Stop them! Do not let them through!" commanded the lead knight, "You and your voice are not allowed here Sheogortah. Leave or we will destroy you!"
"I am about to show you MY voice." said Argon, "Let us through."
"Failure to leave makes you fair game. Knights. Destroy these intruders, they are orderless especially the madgod." said the head knight
The knights closed in on the team and they drew their weapons. Sheogorath drew the sword of the Crusader and started burning the knights with it. Fayen drew a glass sword and started slicing the knights in half, eventually he had cut a line through to a hill of crystal where he drew his bow and started shooting. Garnin was going with a war hammer that he used to crush the knights. Nerevar was going with two elven swords that had his name Indoril Nerevar carved in them. With Indoril, the sword in his left hand, and Nerevar, the sword in his right hand, he chopped through the knights with spinning motions. Argon pulled out his sword and when he did the knights around him cringed at the power and energy it gave off. He started swinging it around, he used a power attack, and when the pulse fired out the knights finally recognized the sword as the sword of Jyggalag.
"He wields Jyggalag's power! Run! But do not let them into the castle!!" yelled the head knight right before Argon fired a pulse at him and he disenegrated
"Wow. Glad you have that sword." said Fayen watching the knights run away in fear
"Hey, maybe this sword will be able to get us all the way to Jyggalag." said Argon
"I doubt it. It's only a matter of time before the knights regain their courage and start attacking us again." said Sheogorath
"Can't you use some of your madgod powers here and start making this place crazy?" asked Garnin
"I can, but if I start doing that it is going to seem like I am causing a greymarch in his realm for him doing that to mine for so long. If he thinks we are causing an invasion, he will not be so willing to help us." said Sheogorath
"Well then we have to keep fighting through them. Hopefully we will be able to make it." said Fayen
The team started heading for the castle, they were met with resistance, not much, but the knights really did not want them getting to Jyggalag. Sheogorath did all he could to resist the temptation to turn some of the knights to cheese, but it wasn't easy. Luckily before he ever could Argon would kill them with a pulse from his sword. Finally they were at the castle door. They were stopped by a big knight who demanded they put down their weapons and let him kill them. That didn't work out very well for him. This was the one time Argon allowed Sheogorath to turn someone to cheese since they had entered the realm. Argon tore the cheese apart and found the key to the castle in it. He unlocked the castle door and they went inside. Instantly they were surrounded by guards.
"You have committed crimes against the daedric prince Jyggalag and his realm. What say you in your defense?" said one of the knights
"We need to speak to Jyggalag right away. It is urgent business." said Argon
"Jyggalag will not speak with people who have brought such great disorder to his realm of order." said the knight
"You will take us to him. Or else." said Nerevar
"Or else what?" questioned the knight
"Show him Argon." said Nerevar
Argon raised his sword and fired a pulse at one of the knights. "Or else that." he said
"Please! Have mercy!" pleaded the knight, "We will take you to Jyggalag right away!"
The knights led the team to the throne room where Jyggalag sat perched upon his crystal throne of order. Jyggalag was so crystalline and blue, he looked almost like ice. He had a light mist floating around him. In his hand he held a sword identical to Argon's he probably had a new one made after his defeat in the Shivering Isles. He looked like one of the knights of order except bigger, and his armor was slightly different, his helmet did not cover his whole face so you could see the anger in his eyes. And the sterness of his face.
"Jyggalag." said Sheogorath, "We need your help."
"Sheogorath, great to see you found a way to break into my realm." said Jyggalag
"Please Jyggalag, we desperately need your help." said Nerevar
"I know. Guards, you may go." said Jyggalag, "There is a war going on in your world between the divines and the daedra, and it will destroy all of Tamriel unless I help you."
"How did you know?" asked Fayen
"I am a daedric prince, I keep up with the news of the daedra, and being the daedric prince of order I knew it was only a matter of time before you came searching for my help to bring order back into your world." said Jyggalag
"So will you help?" asked Argon
"Let me get this straight, you break in to my realm, you attack my guards, you bring the daedric prince of madness into a place of complete ORDER. You turn one of my guards to cheese, you wield my blade as if it were your power, you scare off my knights, and turn this place upside down. An you expect me to help you?!" said Jyggalag angrily getting up
"Please, don't you love order? We had order but now everything is crazy. And can't you just snap your fingers and everything will be fine here?" said Garnin
"I can. And I will." said Jyggalag snapping his fingers
"Jyggalag, if I recall correctly, you owe me a favor for freeing you from your curse and taking it on myself." said Sheogorath, "Not that I minded it's pretty cool being Sheogorath."
"Ah that is correct. I suppose I can overlook this whole thing then." said Jyggalag
"Really?" asked Argon
"No. You have caused a Greymarch scare. That is a crime. I should destroy you." said Jyggalag
"But you did that to my realm." Sheogorath pointed out
"But you defeated me."
"So what? Are you saying we should battle?"
"That is exactly what I am saying. If you win I help you, no strings attached. If I win, you are permanently banished from here." said Jyggalag
"Seems fair enough." said Argon
"Oh and only Sheogorath is allowed to compete." said Jyggalag
"Why not us also?" asked Argon
"Because and the end of my greymarch we fought, now at the end of his greymarch we will fight." said Jyggalag
"Well I guess that makes sense." said Nerevar
Then the battle started. A ring of crystalline fire shot up around Sheogorath and Jyggalag. Argon and the team were on the outside, there was some sort of magical barrier so that arrows and spells couldn't go from one side to the other. Jyggalag drew his sword and Sheogorath drew his. Jyggalag charge at Sheogorath and brought his sword crashing down, Sheogorath caught the attack with his blade, he pushed upward on his blade to move Jyggalag's sword back. Once it was high enough, Sheogorath rolled off to the side, Jyggalag, involuntarily releasing the strength he had put into pushing his blade back against Sheogorath, fell forward. Sheogorath stood up and kicked the bent over Jyggalag down. Jyggalag tumbled to the floor, he grabbed Sheogorath's leg and pulled him down. He then climbed on him and pinned him down. He held his sword up to Sheogorath's throat. Sheogorath had to think fast. He grabbed Jyggalag's leg with his hand, he summoned a fire spell. The spell heated up Jyggalag's armor, Jyggalag let out a scream and then jumped off of Sheogorath the spot where his hand had just been was red with heat. Jyggalag, charged at Sheogorath and swung straight across for his chest. Sheogorath jumped back and came forward swinging his sword. Jyggalag sung at Sheogorath but he blocked the attack with his shield. Sheogorath then raised his shield arm and brought the shield slamming into Jyggalag's face. Jyggalag swung and knocked Sheogorath's sword out of his hand, he then went over and stood on the blade. Sheogorath swung his shield and knocked Jyggalag's sword out of his hand also. He too stood on the blade. He strapped his shield or his back, and both him and Jyggalag raised their hands. They unleashed spells. Sheogorath's a spell or madness, Jyggalag's a spell of order. They were both each other's weaknesses. Their rivals. Their opposites. And they were matched. Sheogorath's spell was an orange and green spiral. Jyggalag's also a spiral, was of course, a crystalline blue. The spells matched in the middle and wouldn't move. Finally, Jyggalag's started creeping forward and kept getting closer and closer to Sheogorath. In was about a foot away from hitting him and defeating him when Argon started yelling at him.
"No Grandpa of mine loses!"
"Come on! My Grandpa can do better than that!"
"Sheogorath, you have to win. If not, everything is lost."
That last one really got Sheogorath going, he heard the doubt and worry in Argon's voice, and it got to him. Sheogorath focused all his energy into this on spell, he released for a second and Jyggalag's spell came spiraling at him, Sheogorath got in a ready stance. Then he bent forward, and with all his power thrust his hands out and sent his spell flying forward. The madness of his spell overcame the order Jyggalag's and the spell went back, hit Jyggalag, and sent him flying backwards, only to be caught by the barrier. He fell to the ground defeated. The ring and the barrier dispersed. Sheogorath went over to his sword, picked it up and sheated it. He helped Jyggalag to his feet and got him to his throne.
"I guess, madness really does overcome order." Jyggalag said
"You fought well my friend, I would enjoy doing battle with you again in the future." Sheogorath said
"Good, because I was thinking, maybe I ought to let at least you into my realm. We are so evenly matched, that we make great sparring partners." said Jyggalag
"I would like that. Now, I believe we have a deal." said Sheogorath
"Too true. I will give you a power. Argon, I expect that you know the thu'um right?" said Jyggalag
"Of course I do I am the Dragonborn." said Argon
"Good, then I will give you a shout that will allow you to restore order to your world. Don't worry, the order will not be as hardcore as the order in this realm. It will not turn your world crystalline, it will only bring back peace and order." said Jyggalag
"Thank you." said Argon
"Now, it is a one use shout, after it is used you cannot use it again. I must be done from the highest part of the Throat of the World. Which is where a great battle in your war is taking place right now." said Jyggalag
"To get it to work, you must get to the highest part of the mountain, stab my sword into it, then use the shout on the sword. The magic in the mountain will be channeled to my sword so it will maginfy the shout all across Tamriel, and to get the shout to work, it must be used only on my sword which has some of my powers of order in it which will magnify the order in the shout."
"Okay, what are the words?" asked Argon
Jyggalag waved his hand and a crystal fire burned the dragon words Monahven Vokri Roh into the ground at the front of Jyggalag's throne. "The words mean Throat of the World, Restore, Balance. It is as if the shout is talking to the mountain and telling it to summon its magic. The mountain will obey."
"Thank you Jyggalag." said Sheogorath
"You're welcome. And the shout must be used now, because there is a big fight going on atop of the mountain and spells are being magnified beyond belief and are flying across Tamriel at this very moment and they are destroying cities. I will teleport you there join the battle, and save your world." said Jyggalag
Jyggalag snapped his fingers and the heroes disappeared.
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At the Throat of the World, the divines and Daedra were prepaing for the final battle in their war.
"Akatosh, we give you one last chance to turn over Argon's soul." said Peryite
"It will not happen." said Akatosh
"Then this is where the victor of this war will be decided." said Nocturnal, back from being banished
"So be it." said Talos, "This is where the Soul Wars will end."
"How about we let Tamriel watch as we destroy the divines." said Dagon, he waved his hands and the portals from the beginning of this chapter appeared so that all in Tamriel may see the battle.
"Let the fight begin." said Boethiah
Everyone raised their weapons, Peryite went dragon form and started attacking from the skies. Akatosh too took to the skies to do battle with Peryite. The armies clashed, the divines summoned creatures to fight for them, and the Princes summoned daedra to fight for them. It was chaos, spells flying in all directions, divine and daedra powers being magnified and missing their targets and flying to places all over Tamriel. People and cities were being destroyed. The whole continent was in complete chaos and panic. Then something amazing happened. It started in Solitude, but quickly spread across Skyrim, and Morrowind ans Solestheim until the whole continent even the bad people were doing it. They started singing, not just any song, a song to raise their spirits. A song foretelling the come of some one. The Dragonborn comes. It started with one man in Solitude, then the whole city. It was so loud it was heard in another city. Then another. Until everyone who was watching, and that was everyone in Tamriel literally. Was singing
Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart.
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a Voice-wielding power of the Ancient Nord art.
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes.
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.
For the darkness has passed and the legend yet grows.
You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come
All through the song, the battle was waged. Creatures, and people dying. Villages being destroyed. Frightened people running for their lives. Children crying, families and lovers huddling together for each other's protection. The song was sung eight times. Then at the end of the eight time, the team appeared on the mountain. All of Tamriel started cheering. They had all heard of the exploits of the Dragonborn and his team, they knew that if there was any chance of them surviving, it was with them. This was the team's last chance to save the world. If they failed here, all hope was gone, and within minutes, Tamriel would be gone. The final stand of the war, was well underway.