Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

   "Do I want to crush everything in my way? Maybe. But there are so many things I want, though. I want power. I want luxury. I want to be feared. I want to be adored. I want it all... and I want it now."    A crimson tongue passes on Farandare's pallid lips.    "But one thing you can be assured of, is that I want for there to be people remaining to bask in my glory. As long as I stand - as WE stand, there will BE a Tamriel! And with forces like Alduin or even my precursor Harkon waiting in the wings, who else but us can guarantee such a thing? Is the slaughter of a few sheep not an acceptable sacrifice for the greater good of all in the end?"   

   "As for your other question... you're right, I suppose I cannot guarantee that. All you have is my word, for all it's worth to you. But, I don't think I need to remind you of the alternative. In celebration of your wedding, I am holding an armistice for now, and giving you one more chance to join my side without bloodshed. But my clemency is finite, and it can all be over just as quickly as it began."   

Karthwasten

"Serving the greater good... somehow, I doubt that's truly the reason for everything you've done," Viserys says. "If it truly mattered to you, Farandare, you would have long since used the incredible power at your disposal to make Tamriel this Alduin-free utopia you speak of."

Edited by IchigoMontoya on Sep 30th 2019 at 11:00:12 AM

   "Oh, Tamriel's been free of Alduin for quite a few months now,"    she replies.    "Under my unleashed power, he lasted all of what... 3 seconds? But you are right. I truly do not have any feelings of empathy for the sheep, nor do I have any concern for their well-being. I only care about them inasmuch as a shepherd cares about his flock. That's where you can come in.   

   If you have any desire to, you would be allowed to take any measures you will to improve their lives and create a 'utopia', inasmuch, of course, as they do not impede on my capability to feed at will. Meanwhile I would tackle any major threats, be it the possibility of a full-scale war or an attack by a godlike being such as Alduin, which pose a threat to humanity as a whole. All the while you would live forever with your beloved, second in rulership of Tamriel itself to me alone. As long as you swore fealty to me and ceased any interference in my activities, I would not impede on your lives any further."   

Edited by Arachnos on Sep 30th 2019 at 2:53:05 PM

Karthwasten

"Hmm... no. I don't think I'll become your willing thrall, Farandare. Only an idiot would practically sell their damn soul to a power-hungry tyrant in exchange for immortality or a place at her side," Viserys says. "I'd much rather die a free man than live forever as a monster."

Declaration of War

   "Well, there are some good news, then,"    the vampire sovereign replies, her expression slowly turning from a semblance of reasonableness to lunacy.    "At the very least, you will not live long enough to reach the end of the few pitiful grains of sand in your hourglass, and you will not leave your wench to live out the rest of her days without you. Run along now, tell her all about your 'bravery'. Even though you've doomed yourself and her alike, I'm sure she'll appreciate it, being as her skull is just as hollow as yours! No wonder the two of you are made for each other! And in recognition of that, I will do you a favor and send the both of you to Sovngarde together in a loving embrace!"   

Edited by Arachnos on Jun 4th 2021 at 2:14:44 PM

Karthwasten

"Please spare me the psychotic bluster, Farandare. The only ones who'll be dying when the time comes will be you and that pathetic sycophant of a dragon you call Ridley."

With that short but succinct comeback, Viserys turns on his heel and begins making his way back to Sky Haven Temple, planning to inform Awkeff of his surprise confrontation with Farandare.

Farandare opens her usual rectangular portal, through which the halls of Volkihar may be faintly seen, and storms through it. Viserys may get the impression that if she could, she would have slammed it on the way out.

The Nightbringer tried to pull his blade back. He was not fast enough in his weakened state and his blade slowly froze. The ice progressed up his arm, and he shouted in anger

   “No! No! Nonono nonono!   

The inner rage he felt started thawing the ice, the already frozen arm would not unthaw anytime soon. But the ice would not progress.

Tropique

In a small flash of flames that disperse into the open air, a W I N G D O G appears!

The grey wolf's wings flap gently, burning the foliage that comes near their tips.

Edited by KiriK on Oct 2nd 2019 at 3:43:57 AM

The storm gathers nearby, and in the tornado, a shape begin to make itself known... though it seems that the tornado itself is being absorbed within the shape ?

The wolf looks up at the storm.

*sigh*... "Really? Is a grand entrance necessary?"

Yes.

The tornado subside into Susanoo, who briefly nod to his fellow god, though he does so in a lengthy manner, taking his time to perform it.

Hello.

—

Lucina is close to the bastion of the Sheperds in Skyrim, sitting on the ground with her leg crossed. Oboro sit in front of her, in a similar stance.

I appreciate your attempt at teaching me meditation, but I fear that I may fumble along the way.

Oh, fumbling at first is pretty natural, you know ? If you just do it easily at first, then you probably don't really need meditation that much !

Edited by Bolded1 on Oct 2nd 2019 at 1:50:17 AM

Semargl simply blinks at Susanoo.

"... Try not to make a mess. Have you come to talk, or are you simply passing by?"

How foolish of you to assume that one such as us would simply "pass by". correct Susanoo, folding his arms in a stern manner.

"I, for one, like to come and go as I please. It is not in my nature to linger in one place, after all."

Semargl takes a sitting position.

"So, what is it?"

I'm observing this area. Much happens within it, and I am intrigued to test occasions to match my godly might against the beings of this world.

A large sword kind of appear in his hand, and then fade, as if it were wind.

Semargl makes a noise like humming. "I may know something."

Fort Dawnguard

Domon Kasshu walks up to the mighty stronghold and raps his knuckles on it. "Hey! Anyone home?" he calls.

Then speak of it. says Susanoo, in something akin to irritation.

...

A little slider on the door opens, and Samsara's "eyes" peer out of it, though she sees Domon just fine. Outside, Lucina notice his approach and decide to get up just to check.

Wher... oh.

They both head for Domon. Meanwhile, the tactician speak !

Yes. May I help you ?

"In the nearby land called Skyrim, some kind of living nightmare seems to be on a rampage. Its current location is Morthal. A mortal is fighting against it... and losing. Rather hard, I might add."

"First question: Who are you and how long have you been in this fort?"

Must we always save mortals from their mistakes ? Lead the way, O respectable god of the flame. declares Susanoo, manifesting another "wind sword" in his hands.

....

For... a few months ? We can't really hand it over if you ask. I'm Samsara, and...

Welcome to our fort; greet Lucina, resting her forearm on Falchion's handle. I am Lucina, from Ylisse.

Oboro seems a bit more wary, and just attempt to point her spear at the ground, since she can't really hide it.

I am the royal retainer Oboro, from Hoshido. Hello.

Semargl and Susanoo are engulfed in a cylinder of flame. When it disperses, their location has changed to the middle of a settlement built over a marsh.

Nightmare is squaring off against Tanjiro, who is down on one knee, supporting himself via Sword Plant.

   "Ha ha ha ha! I haven't felt this good since I got my body back!"   

Domon folds his arms and closes his eyes. "Hm, yes, I see... Next question. Have any of you met a man who calls himself either Schwarz Bruder or Kyoji Kasshu?"

Edited by KiriK on Oct 2nd 2019 at 4:21:50 AM

Hmph ! I suggest you hold unto these meager seconds, mortal, for soon, this body will be taken away from you !

...

No. I tend to write down visitors's names and I don't remember meeting these persons. she says.

Samsara says the truth. declares Lucina. We could perhaps provide you with aid in finding them, however.

After a moment of brief surprise at Susanoo's cut-in, Nightmare answers.    "... That's not what I meant! Did you miss that whole thing with everyone dying?"   

"I did," Semargl dryly admits. "Regardless, you are going to stand down and return to the shadows where you belong... or you are going to die here."

Nightmare's response is to begin gathering energy into the palm of one of his disembodied hands.

"You would? Thanks! Er... can I come in?"

Hm. Excepting reason out of madmen.

Susanoo observes Tanjiro but only sheath his sword, though he lean forward, as in preparing a leaping slash.

...

Hm... sure.

The doors to the fort open, and Samsara walk out from under them, while small by a woman's standard, she has a huge spiffy coat.

See this as a token of trust. she says, before pointing down at the massive hall.

Why do I even bother... "Death it is, I suppose." Semargl's eyes become fireballs as a wave of force spreads out from him, blanketing divine beings near him and granting them an indeterminately large power-up. Tanjiro and Nezuko, who are mortal (kind of), don't notice it. Nightmare seems to perceive it, but is not boosted by it.

VS. Nightmare (Parallel Nightmare Second Encounter - Super Kirby Clash)

Nightmare yells and blasts a one-handed Wave-Motion Gun-type energy wave at Susanoo.

"I appreciate it," Domon says, stepping inside.

"Kyoji is my brother. My name is Domon Kasshu. Over a year ago, I received a message signed 'Schwarz Bruder'. This was an alias used by Kyoji at one time back in my world, but... Kyoji is supposed to be dead. I haven't been able to find him, even when I'm not getting sidetracked by interfering forces."

Edited by KiriK on Feb 11th 2020 at 1:49:38 PM