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Yet Another Dungeon (A Dual Danmachi FI)

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by Titanacoracy101, Oct 11, 2019.

  1. Threadmarks: YAD Chapter 1

    Titanacoracy101 Getting some practice in, huh?

    Sep 29, 2017
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    Previously on- Yet Another Dungeon


    Now on- Yet Another Dungeon


    Chapter -1


    The crushing weight surrounded him, from all sides, it filled his lungs, locked his limbs into place and drove his heart into a frenzy of panicked beating. The beat of his heart seemed to surround him taking up his entire world, no it did surround him Nathaniel dimly realized through the haze of terror that had overtaken him. The walls around him were beating in time with his heart sounding like some ancient war drum, booming ever louder and faster as each second passed in a crawl.

    The sound was all there was now, and Nathan felt his blood burning in his veins as he struggled against his restraints. Had to get out of here. Have to get out! HAVE T-!

    The wall broke open as if it were not but rotting wood, thick chunks of stone falling around him as Nathan fell to his hands and knees on the rough ground, desperately spitting out clumps of sludge and mud in between sucking in great gulps of air as his abused lungs practically wept with relief.

    “Guh” Nathan spat, finally dislodging the last of the horrible substance that had filled his throat and nose, and shakily pushing himself off the ground so his back rested against the wall. “What the hell…” Had he been kidnapped? Had he been fucking buried alive?! What the shit did he do last night to deserve that?! Hell what did he even do last night, the last thing he remembered was meeting up with Noah and Otto for poker, what happened after that?

    This train of thought was thoroughly derailed when a surprised shriek echoed across the tunnel Nathan had found himself in, and he watched through bleary eyes, as a massive tower of a man fell from the ceiling with a yell of fear that quickly turned into one of pain as he landed nose first on the rough rocky floor, and curses as his first instinct to touch his now broken nose left him with a fresh wave of pain. Blearily Nathan took in his fellow kidnapee as his eyes adjusted to the odd blue lighting that filled the abandoned mine they had presumably been walled up in.

    He was much taller than Nathan, being closer to seven foot then Nathan’s own six-foot-one and built like the lovechild of an angry bear and a linebacker, this combined with the heavy fiery-red braids he had tied behind his head in a ponytail and the well groomed beard that covered his neck and chin, allowed Nathan to figure out the man’s identity despite the strangeness of his attire.

    “Otto, what the fuck are you wearing?” Indeed Nathan’s large Swedish-born friend was dressed like he had just walked out of the Ren-Faire or just came home from a HEMA training session, kitted out in full plate though its dark almost glass-like appearance meant that it most certainly wasn’t the set Otto had on a stand in his basement. The fact that he had an axe and an honest-to-god war hammer tucked into his belt, were just icing on the cake in Nathan’s opinion, current situation be damned.

    “Nathan? Is that you?” Blinking away tears the bigger man turned his head from his spot on the ground to look at Nathan and blinked a couple times in surprise. “What the hell are you wearing? What happened last night?”

    What was he wearing, what did the lummox mean? Taking a look down at himself, Nathan found himself not in the athletic shorts and simple shirt he had gone through yesterday in, if it even was yesterday still as who knows how long they were stuck in those walls, no he looked down and found himself in something straight out of his weekend at Comic-Con last year. For he was wearing a leather duster with ceramic armoured plates on the shoulders and forearms, over a pair of faded olive green fatigues and what looked like riot armor. But whilst he noticed these details through the blood rushing to his ears and his brain skidding to a stop, his gaze was focused like a laser on two things. The Pip-Boy 300 on his left forearm its screen glowing a characteristic golden-amber, and the big iron on his hip.

    “Otto I have no idea what happened last night, but if this is a prank than it’s in very poor taste.” Taking a deep breath to steady his heart, “Either way, do you have your phone on you, I’m gonna try and call the police.


    Otto did indeed have his phone on him, unfortunately it had exactly zero signal whatsoever a fact that left them with no way to contact with the rest of the world, and no other option other than to pick a direction and hope they find a way to the surface. So they set off Nathan in front because he had the freaking gun, and Otto right behind him with his axe in hand, the weird obsidian like material it was made of reflecting the light in a way that made Nathan very uncomfortable. The glow seemed to be sucked into the weapon and shining through in microscopic veins that seemed to suck the warmth from around them, though the big Swede behind him seemed thoroughly unbothered by it, the lucky bastard.

    In that manner they went for what felt like five hours, but his Pip-Boy’s clock seemed to cheerfully prove him wrong by showing that barely twenty minutes had passed. On and on they went following the weird blue crystal sconces that seemed to grow organically out of the walls to what they hoped was the way out. That is of course until they ran into the first sign of life since they busted their way out from their tombs, having been totally alone not even encountering anything as small as the ants and flies that seemed to make their home in every building in Kansas during the summer. This fact did not make what came next any easier, for the creatures that found them were most definitely not human.

    The larger of the two were dog-headed little freaks with sharp-looking nails as long as Nathan’s fingers, whilst the second was small and green with a hefty paunch. The two humans froze for a moment upon spotting the creatures but their opposites did not, the two creatures springing forward with claws and fangs bared and Nathan just...reacted. In a movement he had never seen outside of movies and speed shooting competitions, his hand blurred to his waist and raised the ornately etched revolver from its holster his hand around the polished ivory handle and his finger already pulling the trigger, the creatures and the weapon being just more evidence for a possibility Nathan refused to entertain.

    Two shots rang out catching the dog-headed monster, Kobolds he thinks they were called, in the eye and sending it to the floor dead, whilst his second caught its companion the goblin in the neck. He nearly fired a third time when he felt one of Otto’s meaty hand fell on his shoulder and push him to the side, just in time for a freaking yellow-and-green rooster to fly by his head after apparently emerging from the wall to his right. The strange avian never getting the chance to make a second attempt as Otto brought down the axe hard on its body and split it in half with a sound like breaking glass. The bird falling apart into a pile of black ash, two halves of a shattered purple gem the size of a grape, and a golden egg.

    Silence surrounded them as they both attempted to put together what in the hell just happened, though Otto managed to get it together faster and put their thoughts into words.

    “What the fuck just happened?!”


    After being forced to get their shit together for a second time in less than an hour, and possibly making Nathan seriously worried about Otto’s mental health when the latter proceeded to stick his hand into the chests of the two monsters that had attacked them as if they were nothing but jelly and pull out two purple stones like the one he broke when he bisected the tye-dye rooster, causing the monsters to fall apart just like the bird. After examining the stone, his serious face frozen in a stern frown totally unlike the comforting grin Otto usually wore to put the ‘smaller peoples’ at ease, the big Swede reached down to put the two stones and the golden egg into the leather pouch that was tied to his belt. Only for his hand not to touch the bottom of the bag like he expected, instead it just kept going far deeper then should be physically possible until he had his arm buried up to the elbow in a bag barely large enough to hold a football.

    Dropping the items he held in his hand Otto felt them plop down a little until he could just barely brush the tips of his gauntleted fingers against them, and as his hands moved past them and brushed past something else. Reaching for it, he felt what he thought was a handle he felt it leap eagerly into his grasp and Otto pulled back his hand in surprise bringing the mystery item with him. When he freed his hand from the bag Otto found himself looking at a ebony claymore, and he just let out a tired sigh when he saw Nathan fiddling with the device on his wrist and getting a bowie knife to appear in his left hand by pressing a button.

    “So,” Otto began “looks like we have a bag of holding and a wrist-watch with its own personal pocket dimension,” an explosive sigh left his lips “great as if the day wasn’t weird enough.”


    For ten more minutes they traveled before they reached the ‘entrance’ to the fucking fantasy dungeon they found themselves in, neither of them speaking as the tension between them seemed to grow thick enough that one could cut it with a knife. The tunnel they had been traveling simply opening up to reveal they had walked into a massive pit maybe ten meters deep, its base lined with arches that led to tunnels that went every direction possible, its top revealing a beautiful mural depicting an azure sky, and its sides lined with gently sloping stairs on which figures straight out of fantasy walked in pairs or groups.

    It was the figures that walked along these stairs in groups, pairs, and as individuals that truly drove the point home that they were not in Kansas anymore. For these figures turned out to be men and women of all ages and sizes dressed up in strange clothes and armor and carrying a variety of weapons one wouldn’t be surprised to find in a Final Fantasy game. In addition as Nathan and Otto made their way up silent as the grave, the former drawing a few glances as his outfit was so different than those worn by the locals, they were able to make out the more subtle features of these people.

    Some were normal humans, albeit with some hair and eye colors that were not biologically possible, but a good number of them had features that marked them out as inhuman. Some had pointed ears and possessed an almost eerie look of beauty and fragility to them, whilst others possessed animal traits such as tails and ears from pigs, felines, canines rabbits, and raccoons.

    It was when a large beast of a man with the ears and a tail from the last passed them dressed in a dented cuirass and with a heavy flanged mace resting on his shoulder, that the two Earthlings were knocked out of their stupor.

    “Otto,” Nathan turned his head to look his larger friend dead in the eye. “I think we just got isekai’d.”
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  2. Threadmarks: YAD Chapter 2

    Titanacoracy101 Getting some practice in, huh?

    Sep 29, 2017
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    Previously on- Yet Another Dungeon

    +Our intrepid morons emerge in the depths of the dungeon. They have their first encounter with Nathan shooting a goblin and kobold, whilst Otto bisected a tye-dye rooster called a Jack Bird+

    Now on- Yet Another Dungeon

    Chapter -2

    The displaced pair stood in a gilded room, golden walls and silver-veined floor tiles etched with elaborate swirls that shifted to resemble various beasts and figures the longer one dared to look, chandeliers of all shapes and sizes hung from a stylized and shallow arched ceiling, whilst the hum of crystal lamps ensconced at regular intervals along the room’s walls and bathed the room in a cheery glow. Between these sources of light were great windows three times the size of a man, through which the two could spy a bright blue sky dotted with fluffy cotton-ball like clouds whilst the trees out front swayed in a gentle wind, even as humans, elves, and beastfolk sat on marble benches beneath their branches. Some in the black vests and pants of the tellers and advisors manning the booths they had passed as they walked toward the only open booth in the busy building, whilst others wore the armor that marked them as the same as those adventurers they had passed on their way out of the Dungeon, and it was the Dungeon for the two of them had figured out where they had been dropped after Nathan’s declaration of their dimension hopping.

    They had been transported to the world of Danmachi, a world where gods walked alongside mortals and adventurers delved deep dark holes in the hope of loot and glory, though at least whoever had done so at least had the courtesy to kit the two of them out when they did so. Unblessed adventurers did not tend to last long even in the relatively tame upper floors of the Dungeon, unarmed and unarmored ones were all but assured to die an ignominious end at the hands of monsters such as the goblin and kobold they encountered. For all its color the world of Danmachi, Gekkai, was a dangerous world with powerful threats existing both below ground and above.

    It was for that reason that the two of them decided to do the smart thing and find a Guild employee instead of walking out into a city they had no idea how to traverse, with none of the local currency, called Valis, to boot, in the hope of finding a recognizable face or a sympathetic god or goddess. So the two of them made to approach their chosen booth, which helpfully was located right beneath a hanging sign which read “Registration”, and was one of the few that had no line unlike the others, manned by a young woman wearing the Guild uniform with pink hair and pink eyes, the golden name tag worn beneath her collar spelling out “Misha Flott” in flowing script.

    “Good morning gentlemen,” Miss Flott said as her eyes flicked up from the papers in front of her to move from the larger Otto to Nathan when the latter stepped forward to take the lead. “how may I help you today.”

    “Good morning Miss Flott,” Nathan said putting on his best smile and gave the woman an apologetic look. “I’m sorry to bother you but me and my friend have an issue that we’d like to report.”

    “Ah, I’m sorry to hear that,” And indeed she was, in the same way that all people were sorry when more work was dumped onto their laps. “I can go and get you the necessary forms so you may file a complaint, but you should really go to your Guild advisor with this.” The last part was said most likely the hope that they would buzz off and drop what would likely be quite a bit of paperwork in someone else’s pile.

    “That’s just the thing Miss Flott, me and Otto don’t have an advisor” Nathan watched as the woman’s rose-colored eyes seemed to focus on them just a little harder and one of her think pink eyebrows gently began to rise in a questioning expression. “We aren’t even part of a Familia yet, we hadn’t even been in the city until this morning, and while we were planning on joining one it seems like someone decided to kidnap us from our rooms and dump us in the dungeon.”

    Nathan watched as the pinkette stiffened and blanched as he went on, good it meant she understood just how much danger they had been in as unblessed adventurers even kitted out as they were. It was for that reason he wasn’t surprised when she reached beneath the booth and placed a closed sign on top of her work area.

    “I’m going to have to ask you to come with me to see my manager because this is way over my paygrade.”

    The shorter woman, for indeed she was over a foot shorter than even Nathan who guessed she was around 4’9 or 4’10, disappeared for two minutes before coming back to usher them through a series of doors and drop them off at a private room that was just as lavish as the main hall though on a smaller scale. With wall panels made from polished, dark woods and floor tiles filled with web-like veins of gold, and a heavy looking desk. Behind which sat a man maybe a few inches taller than Misha, with graying hair, long droopy dog ears and a thick moustache.

    “Gentlemen, please feel free to take a seat.” Mr. Moustache said, said stache twitching with every word. “My name is Joseph Rehmer, and Miss Mott tells me you two went through quite the ordeal this morning?”

    “Yes sir, my name is Nathan and this is Otto” Nathan said stepping up to the plate once again, whilst otto gave a small nod as he settled into his chair. “Last night we were taken from our rooms and brought into the city through some means unknown to us, before being dumped in the upper floors of the dungeon. After we regained consciousness, we decided the best course of action was to try and find our way out instead of sitting and waiting for a rescue party that we probably wouldn’t even know or care to look for us. During our trip we encountered a goblin, a kobold, and a colorful bird I was unable to identify…”

    “A Jack Bird,” Mr. Rehmer answered helpfully “a rooster like monster with a very distinctive plumage, they are fast creatures and are usually not all that aggressive. They are also guaranteed to drop a certain item, you wouldn’t happen to have it on you would you.”

    It was clear to both of them that the Chienthrope was looking for evidence with which he could either verify their story, so Otto reached into the pouch at his waist and felt a number of small items eagerly jump into his large palms. Reaching over Otto placed the golden egg, the two intact magical stones from the goblin and kobold, as well as the broken stone from the jack bird on the man’s desk.

    “These are what we recovered after the encounter, sir.” Otto spoke for the first time since they had emerged from the dungeon, his deep rumbling voice filling the room even with as quiet as he was speaking.

    “Thank you Mr. Otto.” The Guild employee nodded to the larger Swede, before reaching into his desk with one hand to pull out a pair of spectacles, even as he began turning the items on his desk and running his fingers over them, applying pressure at specific points with the pads of his fingers and keen eyes seeking any imperfections that might prove them to be elaborate fakes. Finding none, the older man let loose a quiet sigh and leaned back in his chair, pushing up his spectacles and rubbing at the bridge of his nose in an effort to relieve some of the stress that the situation had undoubtedly caused him.

    After a moment he clasped his hands in front of him and turned his gaze onto them, “I won’t lie to you too, this is one hell of a mess you just dropped on us. If the rest of your story checks out than someone will have not only dropped two unblessed individuals in the dungeon would bring up charges of kidnapping and attempted murder, and since they also brought you in from outside of the city it means we can also tack on smuggling and human trafficking. However, it also means that whoever did it is most likely a part of a familia, and depending on which one can make dealing with the perpetrators extremely complicated.” The man’s expression was pinched as if he had just eaten a lemon, and neither Nathan or Otto blamed him, the situation sucked. “Either way there is going to have to be an investigation of this. Though I can assure you two that the Guild will do our best to find out who did this to you, what comes after however is out of my hands.”

    “Thank you sir,” Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, Nathan stood up and shook Mr. Rehmer’s hand. “You have been a massive help and knowing that this is being looked into is a massive weight off of our shoulders.”

    “I only wish I could do more, gentlemen.” The graying chienthrope paused for a second, before a small smile broke out on his face. “Actually there is one thing I can do, one of the Guild’s specialties in fact.”

    Rehmer did indeed make good on his promise, providing them with directions to a decent hotel, in addition to exchanging their drops for Valis. Though the two intact stones they had were only worth 160 Valis, the golden egg was worth a full million, meaning they weren’t hurting for cash at the moment and wouldn’t be for a while if they were careful with their money.

    Using some of their funds they bought a map of the city from the Guild, which displayed some of the Labyrinth City’s most prominent landmarks and businesses, the eight pizza-slice shaped sections Orario’s walls divided the metropolis into, and colored patches that represented sections of the city such as the commercial, residential, industrial, and entertainment districts. It had already proven it’s worth many times over as it kept them on track in the fantastical city, as a good number of the streets weren’t named and the layout was far from standardized, so they had to use the landmarks on the parchment to make their way around.

    They arrived at Purple Pam’s Pub, whose sign depicted a curtseying pallum girl dressed all in purple, and got booked a room for the next few days. The place was far better than either of them feared, it was cleaner and better looking than some of the motels back on earth, and Mrs. Pam was kind enough to offer them a discount on the meals and include the lowered charge in their room-price. So that meant they would still have access to breakfast, lunch and dinner if they showed up at the appropriate time, and gave them one less thing to worry about while they figured out what they were going to do.

    At the moment the two of them were resting in their pseudo-apartment, a trio of decently sized rooms which had two beds, a minifridge that was apparently powered by magical stones, a cheap yet well-made desk, a walk-in closet with a small floor safe, and a bathroom which had a tub and toilet that like most things in the city was powered from the stones adventurers recovered from the chests of monsters. Nathan was currently laying on the bed in nothing but a ratty blue t-shirt and a pair of boxers and fiddling with his Pip-Boy, whilst Otto was standing beside the desk fiddling with his tunic, the rest of his armor in a pile under the desk and wrapped in one of the blankets from the closet so as to muffle the clinking sounds it made as it grew with every piece Otto took off.

    “So what do you have in there?” Otto questioned, his gaze focused on untying the knot that kept his tunic’s collar nice and tight.

    “Thirty-three guns, a camera and a set of binoculars, twenty-two melee weapons, a ton of ammo, a few outfits, the Riot Gear I had on earlier, a suit of T-51b power armor, quite a bit of food and alcohol though you’ll want to run it through the food sanitizer first, some drugs, and a decent amount of books, magazines and holodisks.” Nathan said bored, “Just like the last three times you asked me.” The shorter Nevadan let out a deep breath through his nose. “So how much longer are we gonna avoid talking about this, this fucking drug fueled nightmare come to life. Or are you just going to put if off for a few more hours?”

    “What do you want me to say Nathan?” Otto said his hard and tired eyes flicking over to meet Nathan’s own. “The whole situation is fucked, and bitching about it isn’t going to do a goddamn thing.” He ignored the small curses nathan mumbled under his breath to pass by unaddressed, well aware that his smaller friend was just as stressed and irritable as him.

    “You’re right,” Nathan let out with a heavy sigh. “you’re fucking right. Panicking and ignoring the world is going to do us no good, we need to come up with a plan.” Sitting up and leaning back against the headboard he continued. “So what do we know about the setting.”

    “Noah was the one who was ga-ga over the series but I did read light novels, and we all watched the anime together so I know you have at least the basics.” Pausing a bit to see if Nathan actually remembered their binge watching of Danmachi during the exhausted haze that followed midterms, Otto was somewhat pleased to see him nod and gesture for him to continue. “So we are most definitely in Orario, though where in the timeline we are I don’t know. We could be anywhere in the series, though seeing as how we met with Misha in the Pantheon we can at least narrow our date of arrival down to anywhere between five years before the start of the story and half a year after the start.”

    “So there is the potential for us to find a few familiar faces at the very least,” Nathan nodded, “That’s good. But what do you think we should do, you know the local situation far better than I do.”

    “Right, just give me a second.” Otto leaned back in his chair, with his eyes closed as he tried his best to piece together his memories of the series. “So the major players in the city are the Freya and Loki Familias due to their number of high-level adventurers. With Freya having the only level seven, four level sixes though one has partially left the familia, four level fives, and an unknown number of level fours. Loki meanwhile has three to six level sixes depending on where we are in the timeline, a potential of four level fives, four or five level fours, and an unknown number of adventurers at or below level three. The two of them took over the place of the Zeus and Hera Familias following their failure to kill the One Eyed Black Dragon.” Otto sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, “As for the other major players, you have the Ganesha Familia which are the closest thing to a police force the city has, the Ishtar Familia which runs the Entertainment District like their own little fiefdom, the Kali Familia which consists of an entire nation of warrior women who are taught to fight and kill even before they can talk, the Ares Familia and its subordinates control the Kingdom of Rakia whose military personnel all have a falna with their level determining their rank within the kingdom.” Pausing for a second, Otto than continued. “Then you have the Guild who are headed by the god Ouranos and his secret subordinate Fels, though the guild mostly wields soft power through the form of economic and political punishments they are not afraid to have a patsy stick a knife in anyone who crosses them. There is also the Hermes Familia who are a kind of jack-of-all-trades Familia who will try anything so long as they make a profit, the Guild often uses them to keep an eye on the black market. The big players in the industrial district are the Hephasteus and Gobinu Familias who produce much of the gear used by high-class adventurers and have a decent stranglehold on that particular market... Then you have the Dionysus, Ikelos and Thanatos Familias..not only are they scum, they are potentially active threats to the city and its people and are likely to kill hundreds if not thousands of people should their plans go on as they did in the original timeline.”

    “That it?” Nathan questioned, his eyes glazed as he sorted through the information he just learned.

    “Yeah, that's it for the most part.” Otto said.

    “Alright, well we’re not going to be able to do anything about those last three as we are now, so lets put in that for the moment.” Nathan said wringing his hands. “Either way, it seems to me like the only real option we have is to try and join a Familia, so thoughts?”

    “Ishtar, Freya Hermes, Soma, Ikelos, Dionysus, and Thanatos are right out” Otto said his voice flatter then the Great Plains could ever hope to be. “The first two are glorified harems, Hermes is shady as fuck, the Soma Familia is filled with back-stabbing addicts, and the other three should be obvious.”

    “Alright so that's five off the list.” Nathan said, “The Gobinu, Hesphasteus, Miach, and Dian Ceht Familia’s are also unlikely to take us seeing as how the first two are mostly smiths and the latter are both this world’s versions of pharmacists.”

    “Agreed.” Otto replied, whilst he had attended a few seminars and read a few books on the subject, the Swedish born man was far from confident enough in his metalworking to simply walk up to two gods of smithing. “So that leaves us with trying to join up with the Loki Familia, or one of the smaller Familias such as the Takemikazuchi or...the Hestia Familia.”

    “Really?” Nathan said, his eyebrows slowly inching up as he began to nod his head. “Go full cliche SI and try to join up with the protag?”

    “Honestly, yeah.” Otto replied, “Hestia is one of the few gods here I can stomach both in the original timeline and based on the legends back on Earth.”

    “You’d know better than me when it comes to that I suppose.” Nathan smiled recalling the long hours the big immigrant had spent lecturing him and Noah whenever they brought up anything to do with mythology. It was kind of a point of pride for Otto that he was so familiar with so many pantheons, and the rest of their social group often paid the price for that familiarity. “So we’re agreed then, first thing we do tomorrow is see if Hestia has come down from Tenkai, and if so we see about joining up. If not we try either Loki or Takemikazuchi?”

    “Agreed.” Otto said his fingers finally managing to undo the stubborn knot on his collar. “Either way, it would probably be a good idea to get to sleep if we’re going to go wandering around the city looking for a goddess.” Tossing the shirt onto the rest of the pile, Otto crawled into the second bed in the room. “Goodnight Nathan.”

    “G’night Otto.”

    Both men fell into a deep sleep soon after, neither noticing the glowing mist that seeped from beneath their beds and began to envelop their heads. Filling their nose and ears with silvery blue motes of light, even as the rest began to stick to their skin and slowly sink into their forms, changing them both inside and out. The two twitching and kicking in their sleep as their dreams changed from the pleasant oblivion of before, to that of stories long finished.

    Nathan dreamt of a Vegas wanderer from a world long dead, the embers slowly cooking. He experienced the man’s life in the slums of Boulder City, raised by a whore and sent off into the world by youthful foolishness. He experienced a life of adventure as a bounty hunter, as a mercenary, as a guard, and as a courier. A courier who took two the skull yet still got up, a courier who took the Mojave by storm and forged an enduring legend at the expense of nations. Stealing the army of the first, subverting the soldiers of the second, and destroying all hope for the third when he killed the vast majority of their leaders.

    A man who had conquered a blackened mountain filled with mad hulkish mutants all to save a decaying vaquero turned mechanic. A man who had given a tribe of ordinance obsessed isolationists the power of flight in return for their loyalty. A man who buried a centuries old order of knights beneath the rubble of their bunker-home in return for daring to slap the collar of a slave on him, delivering their sole survivor into the two arms of a group of a group of healers and teachers who sought to better the world through good deeds rather than force of arms. A man known as the grim-reaper to those convicts and drug-fiends who sought to prey upon those honest folk who dared to try and make an honest life in the ruins of the old world. A man who conquered the madness of the Big Empty and the nightmares of the Sierra Madre, and forged the tribes of Zion into a warband strong enough to protect their home from the deprivations of a tainted republic and a ruined legion. But most of all a man who sought to bring out the best in his companions, even when the world kept trying to drag them down to it’s sordid level.

    Otto meanwhile dreamt of a cold land split by war, he dreamt of a soft scholar forced by circumstances to raise to the occasion and be the hero the people needed and surpass his own limits many times over. He dreamt about ruinous battles that shattered landscapes, where a mortal man pit himself against draconic spirits who sought to reforge an ancient empire, an equally ancient dragonborn who sought to enslave the world and build naught but monuments to his own vanity, and a clan of millenia old vampires who sunk to unbeforeseen levels of depravity in their quest to blot out the sun and reduce the free peoples of Nirn to little more than cattle to slake their bloodlust. He remembered fighting the ghost of a long-dead queen and her host of ghoulish draugr, of travelling into the impossible realms of Oblivion to fight not one but two Daedric Princes and a throng of long dead heroes from Tamriel’s past all to save the Aetherial realm of the god Stendar. He experienced so many great deeds done in the service of the people of Skyrim that rose him to the ranks of nobility throughout the province. He remembered fighting in a bloody war that pitted brother against brother and son against father, he remembered destroying fortresses and cities in service of an age-old empire. He remembered failing to save the Emperor he swore to serve, and he remembered destroying an ancient brotherhood down to the last man in order to assuage the shame of his failure. He remembered rising to the highest ranks of many prestigious orders, curing an order of Companions of the curse placed on them by the Prince of the Hunt, saving a school of magic at the heart of a mystic disaster brought on by artifacts of the very god of magic, and returning a guild of thieves to the lofty heights they once enjoyed. He also remembered being a fairly terrible bard, but a decent storyteller all the same, so that was a plus even if the memory made him cringe in his sleep.

    Nevertheless all dreams must end when the sleeper awakes, however that does not mean they do not leave their mark.

    As the sunlight slipped through the thin curtains drawn over the windows of their room, Otto was violently shaken awake by Nathan. Groggily turning around and trying to see through the terrible haze of his headache and wincing at the soreness that infested his body, Otto turned to glare at his friend though froze when he saw what had become of him.

    "Otto something fucking weird happened last night." Nathan said, a thin scar ran across his lips making it look like he had been cut with a razor, and a pair of quarter-sized circles of scar tissue had appeared on his forehead. Almost as if he had been shot...
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  3. Ryven Razgriz

    Ryven Razgriz Getting sticky.

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    The Dragonborn and the Courier. Pretty interesting, watched and also looking forward to the Deities and Dungon's Dragons react to knowing what the Dragonborn actually is and the Warlord that is the Courier.
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  4. Bigreader

    Bigreader Know what you're doing yet?

    Jan 30, 2017
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    You know without all the weird technology that exists in Fallout to support him once he uses what stuff he has The Courier while a tough hombre is just a bog standard human. At least compared to something like the Dragonborn.
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  5. Titanacoracy101

    Titanacoracy101 Getting some practice in, huh?

    Sep 29, 2017
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    Indeed he is, and something to note is the background for this story.

    This story is the result of having two friends from college play a modded playthrough (though the mods had to be run by me first for approval) of a game of their choice for a month. Whilst keeping a log of their choices and stats, and bring them to me at the end of the due date so I could run this story like a D&D Game complete with dice rolls and bonuses and debuffs based on their character's stats and history.
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  6. Threadmarks: YAD Chapter 3

    Titanacoracy101 Getting some practice in, huh?

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    “‘She’s a goddess,’ you said.” Otto said doing his best to imitate Nathan’s more nasally voice as the two of them all but collapsed on the bench behind them. “‘we’ll find her easy’ you said.”

    “Shut up Otto.” Nathan grumbled leaning against the tree the bench was planted in front of as he rubbed his neck in order to relieve the stress knots that were beginning to form. The two of them had set out first thing in the morning, well second in the morning seeing as how they kind of had to discuss the freaky dreams the two of them had and the alterations that had been done to their forms. Though the changes came mostly in the form of scars and more advanced musculature, the two of them noticed a few other things as the day drew on. Their new bodies were not only stronger (though to varying degrees with Otto seeming to come off better in that regard) but they also seemed to be lighter on their feet and got tired far less easily, a fact that became readily apparent the longer their search dragged on.

    The two of them had made their way to the Pantheon after their little talk and had gotten confirmation that Hestia had indeed descended from Tekkai close to three months ago, though no one knows where her current place of residence was, having been kicked out of the Hephaestus Familia home close to three weeks ago. Of course the two of them had known that she was more than likely staying in the abandoned church that Hephaestus had let her stay in after she was kicked out of the main house, the only problem with that was that they had no idea where the church was actually located outside of it was in the northern half of the city. So the two of them had made their way down the eastern road and began searching the second section of the city which housed the Colosseum and the Hephaestus Familia workplaces, thinking that the church would at least be somewhat close to the rest of the smith goddesses properties. Yet two hours of searching and asking for directions from the locals had them come up empty, so they moved to the first section which also housed the Loki Familia’s main home the Twilight Manor only to get similar results.

    So now the two of them were taking a break on a bench along the northern road, and were deeply regretting not staying to take advantage of Mrs. Pam’s cooking.

    “Look, were both hungry and searching the other two sections on an empty stomach is just stupid.” Nathan said, “So let’s just get something from one of the food stalls and than keep looking, that fine with you.”

    “Yeah,” Otto sighed hoping against hope that the gods had decided to implement food safety standards when the descended, whether that was before or after the introduction of bikinis and gyaru he did not know or care. “I saw a stall selling these potato things up the street, they smelled good at the very least.”

    “Sounds good,” Nathan replied standing up and dragging the reluctant Otto along with him, as they made their way up the street.

    Not a minute later they were standing in front of a small stall and waiting patiently as the as of yet unseen vendor rummaged around beneath it.

    “Excuse me ma'am,” Otto said after maybe a minute of waiting, and wincing when he heard the ‘eep’ and telltale thump of someone hitting their head, causing him to feel a bit guilty “Are you alright?”

    “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Sorry dear customers for the delay, what can we offer you here at Jamarukun” The young woman said finally revealing herself to the two displaced travelers. She was short being maybe four-foot-seven at most, though that did nothing to detract from hew own beauty. Icy blue eyes, pale and unblemished skin that was flawless as the rest of her, youthful features complemented by the short dress she wore. A thing of some strange velvety material that hugged her shapely form tightly from her flared and wide hips to her generous and ample bosom. For such a petite woman, she was easily the most well endowed woman the two men had ever met, something that wasn’t helped by the blue ribbon that wrapped underneath her chest that acted like some pseudo-bra. Gloves of the same velvet-like material hugged her forearms and hands, which reached up to brush back a stray lock of raven black hair that fell down her shoulders in two pigtails held together by two ivory colored bows. The only off thing about her was the fact that she wasn’t wearing shoes, meaning she likely had been walking around on the cobbles of the city’s streets and walkways which couldn’t be comfortable, and the admittedly cute headband she wore which featured two golden puffballs held up by a pair of silvery springs that twitched and wobbled every time she moved like a pair of antenna.

    She was also the woman the two men had spent the last four hours searching for, and the two of them spent more than a while beating themselves up mentally over forgetting that Hestia worked a potato puff stall along Orario’s busiest roads, a fact that could have saved them quite a bit of time earlier. Though perhaps they spent a little too much time on their own self-recriminations, seeing as how the goddesses expression became more concerned the longer they stood their not talking like a pair of morons.

    “Excuse me dear customer, but are you alright.” The goddess said her brows scrunching up a bit in worry and some mild wariness.

    “Ah please forgive us, maam.” Otto said stepping up to the plate as his friend seemed to require a little bit longer to reboot from their discovery. “We’ve just had a busy day and, well please forgive me if I’m wrong, but you wouldn’t happen to be the Lady Hestia would you?”

    “Eh,” She blinked, “Yes that’s me, are you one of Hephasteus’s children?”

    “No, no Lady Hestia” Nathan said finally having his mouth catch up with his brain. “You see we just arrived in the city yesterday, and while...we were hoping to join your Familia.” The shorter man said finishing with a shallow bow and elbowing his larger friend in the side so that he remembered to do the same, apparently it was just something you did when talking with a noble or a literal divine-being in this world. But after a few seconds of silence the two of them looked up to see just how bad they had fucked up, but saw something they certainly weren't expecting.

    Hestia was staring at them, eyes wide with surprise and her jaw slowly dropping, at his last words. Blatant shock filling every inch of her divine features.

    “You...you want to join my Familia?” She managed to get out, her voice quiet as if she didn’t trust them to still be there if she actually said the words aloud, sniffling as big fat tears began to form in the corners of her eyes.

    “Uh…” Otto started, concerned and taken aback at the tears, ‘he had little idea what to do with a crying woman, even less when that woman was a literal goddess. “Yes, Lady Hestia my name is Otto and this is Nathan and after talking about the various Familias in the city, we decided that trying to seek you out and asking if you would have us would be our best choice. To be perfectly honest you outstripped the other choices by a wide margin.”

    Really?!” Hestia squealed, her form practically shaking with joy, disbelief, and embarrassment at his words. It was at that point that Otto remembered that gods and goddesses could sense when a mortal was lying to him, so he kind of understood her reaction to his words.

    “Really, Lady Hestia.” Otto nodded giving the small goddess what he hoped was a reassuring smile, though he had to look down quite a bit to meet her eyes, even as he reached into his pouch to hand a handkerchief to the woman who was doing her best to hold back tears. “We promise to pull our own weight we have a decent amount of funds to our name so you don’t have to worry about that, we also have our own gear and a room at a nearby inn so if you don’t have any room to put us up we can make other arrangements.”

    “No!” Hestia all but shrieked, desperately clutching the handkerchief Otto had handed her in one hand and holding onto Otto’s far larger hands as if they were a lifeline in a raging storm. “I have room and your more then welcome to join my Familia, it isn’t much, in fact you two would be my first members,” She mumbled the last part under her breath, the quiet admittance in sharp contrast to the rest of her almost frantic words. “But I promise soon we’ll be the best Familia in Orario!”

    “Thank you for having us Lady Hestia.” Nathan said giving another shallow bow and a genuine if tentative smile, even as Otto patted the goddesses hand reassuringly pleased that she wasn’t going to start crying in the middle of the street. “We’ll just wait over on that bench for the end of your shift so we can make further arrangements at your earliest convenience.”

    “There’s no need for that sonnie.” An old weathered voice said from behind the two of them, causing them to jump in surprise and turn to find a wrinkly old man smiling mischievously behind them.

    “Mr. Jagmaru!” Hestia shouted in surprise, quickly dabbing the remainder of her tears and straightening her headband, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, bu-”

    “Come now, Lady Hestia.” The man who the stall was presumably named after interrupted the goddess with a kind smile, “I understand, this is a cause for celebration, so why don’t you take the rest of your shift off and get to know your two children. The birth of a Familia is a wondrous thing, so don’t worry, I'll take care of the stall for today, my treat.”

    “Thank you sir,” Hestia beamed, a sight that filled all three of the men present with a kind of indescribable joy. Taking off her headband and handing it to the older gentleman, who proceeded to put it on himself and take her place behind the stall.

    “Come on then,” Hestia said still smiling, as she grabbed Otto’s hand once again and began to presumably pull them in the direction of the church she was staying at. Things were definitely looking up for the two of them.

    The story really did not do the disrepair of Hestia’s church any real justice, the place was falling apart like a house of cards. The beams were all but rotten, the windows were broken and the colors faded, the curtains were moth eaten, and the ground was covered in so many splinters from broken pews that Otto had Nathan pull out a pair of slippers from his Pip-Boy to give Hestia just so he could stop worrying about her cutting herself.

    “Well here we are! The Hestia Familia home!” Hestia turned to give the two men a smile as she spread her arms like the place was some great review. Of course because the universe was a cruel mistress, the church chose that moment to have one of the rafters fall and smash the pulpit to pieces, causing her smile to become sharp and brittle in embarrassment and shame.

    “Don’t worry about it Lady Hestia,” Otto said patting her on the shoulder in an effort to reassure her, as Nathan walked around and tested the strength of one of the pews before taking a seat. “I’m sure with a bit of work-” The pew collapsed under Nathan. “A lot of work, this place will make a wonderful home.”

    “Thanks Otto” Hestia sniffled, before wrapping the larger man’s waist in a hug and burying her face in his stomach, the surprised man stiffened for a little bit his arms hovering and unsure of where was safe to put his hands to return the hug. After a second he decided ‘screw it’ and took a knee so he could properly hug the upset goddess.

    “Look we can talk about the housing situation later, right now how about we make our Familia official and then go out to celebrate, our treat. Does that sound good?” Otto said comfortingly, taking the same tone he did as when he looked after his old neighbor’s children and hoping it worked.

    “Yeah..Yeah, let's do that.” Hestia said pushing back and using her new handkerchief to dry her cheeks as she put on a smile. “Today’s a happy day, so take off your shirts.”

    “Eh!” Nathan said from his spot on the floor, “What did I just walk into?”

    “Weren’t you listening?” Otto replied chidingly.

    “Hey cut me some slack my head hit the floor and I was dazed,” Nathan answered shooting his larger friend a glare as he rubbed the slowly growing bump on the back of his head. “Why are we stripping?”

    “I need to give you your blessings.” Hestia said blushing a bit at the wording.

    “Oh,” Nathan blinked, “good a reason as any I suppose.”

    The next few minutes saw the two of them in one of the church’s side rooms with the two men being shirtless, Otto sitting on one of the armrests as Hestia poked and prodded the scars on the laying down Nathan’s back with a frown.

    “We doing this or what?” Nathan said embarrassed and more then a little ticklish as the small woman beside him kept poking the scarred flesh of his back.

    “Sorry,” Hestia mumbled “You just have a lot of scars..” Peeling off one of her gloves Hestia brought her hand up to her mouth, and to Otto’s surprise pricked her index finger on one of her canine teeth. From the small wound he watched as golden ichor welled up into a fat drop on the pad of her finger, which she then began to use like ink to draw various runes and sigils on Nathan’s back.

    Than before Otto’s eyes the golden ink began to darken and sink into his friends back forming what looked like something you’d find in a d&d spell book. An image of a burning brazier forming at the base of his neck as the rest of the ichor began to form various symbols that he assumed were Nathan’s stats and other categories such as skills and magic, though to his surprise they weren’t empty. With a furrowed brow Hestia grabbed a nearby sheet of paper and smoothed it out on Nathan’s back, before pulling it back and holding it out for the two of them to see.

    “This..this shouldn’t be possible.” Hestia said concerned, and Otto could see why as he gazed over her shoulder and observed Nathan’s falna-sheet.

    Nathaniel Hughie Grant
    Race = Cyborg




    Strength = 0(+625)C-
    Endurance = 0(+880)B+
    Dexterity = 0(+500)D-
    Agility = 0(+500)D-
    Magic = 0(Locked)I-



    Fortune Finder = Considerably more valuable items will be found the longer one stays in the dungeon and the deeper they go. (Drop Items and Magic Stones) Friend of the Spirits = By a quirk of fate or just pure happenstance you managed to gain the favor and protection of one or more spirits.

    • Miss Fortune = Just when your enemies think they have the upper hand, the spirit known as Miss Fortune appears to turn their world upside down.

    • Mysterious Stranger = The spirit known as the Mysterious Stranger may appear during a fight to lend a hand, with his usual deadly efficiency.

    Chain Attack = Each consecutive and uninterrupted attack deals an additional 5% damage with the effects continuing to stack for as long as the hit streak continues. Action Time = Grants the user of knowledge of all potential targets within a set range or their line of sight, percentage chances of an attack on specific portions of these targets succeeding, and provides a massive but temporary increase the agility and dexterity that allows them to respond to the world around them as if it was in slow motion.

    • The skill can only be used once every hour, though its effects can be extended by two seconds for every target killed whilst active.

    Development Abilities

    Hero of Another Story = As a Hero of a legend already come to pass, the recipient of this blessing was bestowed the ability to rapidly learn the skills needed to overcome their trials. Now that their tale has past its climax this skill has faded somewhat but the victorious Hero is still capable of learning and mastering skills at an accelerated rate.
    Luck D= Improves your luck, with improved results in everything from finding resources in the dungeon and getting drops, to luck at games of chance.
    Abnormal Resistance G = Negates the effect of abnormalities such as poison


    Squib = In return for a permanent multiplier of 125% to the recipient's strength, endurance, dexterity and agility, Squib will permanently lock their magic stat at 0 and prevent them from learning any magic either naturally or through the use of grimoires.
    Otto had a very strong suspicion that this had a lot to do with the dreams-nightmares-memories they each experienced last night. Something all but confirmed when he read Nathan’s second skill, he may have been a bigger Elder Scrolls fan but he still recognized the Mysterious Stranger, and whilst he was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth...this development did mean they could have some problems coming their way. The most immediate of which would likely be reassuring their goddess, whom was flicking her eyes from the sheet to Nathan in worry and befuddlement.

    “Nathan what does this mean?” She said handing the sheet to the man in question who quickly perused its contents. “What’s a cyborg? What’s a squib? Why do you have so many skills and abilities, this really shouldn’t be possible.”

    “I don’t see what the big deal is?” Nathan said sitting up and rolling his shoulders, trying in vain to turn his head and look on the new marks on his back. “This ain’t bad for a level one, it should make things easier in the dungeon at the very least, though it kinda sucks that I won’t be able to use magic.”

    “No Nathan, listen please.” Hestia said grabbing him by the cheeks and smushing them together as she made him meet her eyes. “A newly-blessed adventurer shouldn’t have these...everything, the falna of the gods pulls the story from people’s souls, and as your story grows so to do your abilities.”

    “Simple answer to that Lady Hestia, in fact its written right there on that piece of paper” Nathan said amused, tapping on the section that displayed his Development Abilities. “Hero of Another Story, ‘as a Hero of a legend already come to pass’, my story didn’t start today Lady Hestia, it started awhile ago and these gifts are records of that legend. ‘Fortune Finder’ for example is most likely the result of my stay in the Sierra Madre, where I and several others were enslaved by a madman who sought to use the ruins’ treasures to wipe the map clean. Whilst trapped there I learned to scrape and scrounge for every little thing, because supplies were low and everything had a use if you thought long enough. Thanks to that lesson I left behind Father Elijah broken and bloody in the trap set centuries ago for another man, whilst I walked away with more gold than I knew what to do with.” The longer Nathan spoke the more he saw his goddesses expression change, from horror and indignation at the thought of his enslavement, to shock at how he escaped his bondage, to curiosity for his explanation for the rest of his ‘gifts.’ “Look Lady Hestia I promise I’ll, no we'll explain everything later, but before that it might be simpler for you to give Otto his blessing too.”

    She stared at him for a long moment, then two, then ten, than a full minute before she sighed and slumped. “Your not lying, though your not telling the whole story either Nathan” She smiled sadly “Family isn’t supposed to lie to each other.”

    “I’m afraid it’s a little more complicated than a simple lie Goddess,” Otto said placing his hand on her small shoulders, “Things have been...strange since we arrived in the city, and like Nathan said we promise to explain everything later. Though it would be simpler to have this conversation once rather then after each blessing...that is if you’ll still have us?”

    “What?!” Hestia said her eyes rocketing up to meet his own, “I’m not gonna kick the two of you out, your part of my Familia now no matter what!”

    After getting over his momentary shock at Hestia’s frantic words Nathan felt his face stretch into a great booming smile. “You truly are too wonderful for this world my goddess.”

    “Eh!” Hestia spat her face turning red like a cherry as her blood, or would it be ichor, rushed to her cheeks at his words. “w-Well, I uh- ALRIGHT OTTO time for your blessing so off with your shirt.”

    “...Alright, no need to yell goddess.”

    Not two minutes later both Nathan and Otto were sitting beside Hestia on the couch as they gazed at the two pieces of paper in front of them. One depicting Nathan’s falna, and the other Otto’s…

    James Otto Fris
    Race = Half-Blood (Nord and Divine-Spirit)




    Strength = 0(+400)E-
    Endurance = 0(+850)A
    Dexterity = 0(+1000)SS-
    Agility = 0(+100)H-
    Magic = 0(1200)SSS-

    Master of the Five-Fold Path = By achieving mastery of the five Nirnic schools of magic one has gained access to their mysteries and miracles.

    • Destruction = Has mastered the art of casting spells that harm the target by damaging its health with either elemental or magical attacks, draining and damaging its attributes, health and fatigue, making them weak to certain elements, poisons, and magic, and corroding any potential armor and weapons.

    • Restoration = Has mastered the art of casting spells that augment the target by restoring or fortifying its health, attributes, stamina, and mind, granting it resistances to the elements, magic, disease, paralysis, poison, and un-enchanted weapons, curing it of disease, poison and paralysis as well as harming the target by absorbing its health, mind, stamina, attributes and skills.

    • Conjuration = Has mastered the art of casting spells that call upon otherworldly entities through telepathy, can develop telepathic links with others. Spells of the school of Conjuration augment the caster by granting them Daedric and Undead guardians, spectral weapons and armor, and the ability to repel the undead.

    • Alteration = Has mastered the art of casting spells that alter the physical and magical properties of the target. Alteration spells can harm the target by making the objects it is carrying heavier and augments the target by making the object it is carrying lighter, granting it elemental and physical shields and the ability to breath and walk on water as well as opening locks.

    • Illusion = Has mastered the art of casting spells that affect light and a target’s mind. Illusion spells can harm the target by commanding, demoralizing, paralyzing, silencing, and causing it to frenzy, as well as augmenting it by rallying, charming, calming it, granting it invisibility, night-vision, translucency and illuminating it.

    Dragon Blooded = As a mortal blessed with the blood and soul of a dragon by Akatosh, the Father of Dragons and chief of the Divines of Mundus. Those with this blessing have an extraordinary aptitude in the use of the thu’um, being able to absorb knowledge and power directly from the consumed souls of slain dragons through the use of dreams and visions.

    • Do bonus damage against dragon-type monsters and gain more excelia from them as well.

    Hero of Another Story = As a Hero of a legend already come to pass, the recipient of this blessing was bestowed the ability to rapidly learn the skills needed to overcome their trials. Now that their tale has past its climax this skill has faded somewhat but the victorious Hero is still capable of learning and mastering skills at an accelerated rate.

    Development Abilities

    Mystery S (High Mystery) = Allows the user to activate miracles and create magic items.
    Blacksmith S (High Smithing) = Enables the user to add special abilities to their creations.
    Mixing S (High Mixing) = Improves quality when creating medicines, potions, and poisons.
    Mage S (Archmage) = Improves power, widens effect range, and makes mind usage efficient by creating magic circles under the user that support the magic


    Hircine’s Gift = Drastically increased strength and speed on the night of the full moon at the cost of the users sanity, when the Gift is active the victim will become more animalistic in nature capable of only recognizing simplistic concepts as “destroy threat” and “protect the pack”
    Powerful Blows = The first strike on an opponent has a one-in-four chance of doing double damage should it connect, though should the curse be activated and fail then the target will only take a tenth of the normal damage and the skill owner will take the other nine-portions.
    “How is it that yours is more ridiculous than Nathan’s” Hestia all but whined, before frantically shaking her head and turning the mother-of-all stern looks towards the two of them. “Explain.”
    And so they did, they told their goddess about everything before and after they were transported to Gekkai, each of them talking for hours well past the time the sun had set and risen once again. They told her about their lives back on earth, about their friends and family, about their homes, about what they left behind. They told her about how they woke up in the dungeon, choking and thinking they had been kidnapped and left for dead. They told her about their escape from the dungeon and their actions in the guild, about what they told Mr. Rehmer and what he gave them in return. They told her about last night and how they experienced first hand the lives of two men they were familiar with but never thought to be real, living their lives, seeing what they saw, and feeling what they felt. Granted they had to go into quite a bit of detail for Hestia to understand the circumstances behind what their second lives did and why they did it.

    Nathan told her of the world of Fallout, about the corruption that infected the world's leaders, about how they picked the world clean of resources, and as they fought over the scraps they started a war that lasted but two hours yet killed billions, with only a single survivor for every 3,300 men, women, and children that died by atomic fire. He spoke of the nuclear winter that followed, that all of the ash from the destroyed world rose up into the sky and blocked the sun for years, causing many plants and animals to go extinct even after managing against all odds to survive the initial bombardment. He told her about how the world was set back hundreds of years, the survivors of continent-spanning nations regressing into tens of thousands of petty tribes.

    “That was the state of things for a long time,” Nathan said grimly “everyone was a tribal whether they wanted to admit it or nor, didn’t matter if you lived in the ruins or the wastes. Of course us humans are stubborn creatures and something like a dying planet wasn’t going to stop us from rebuilding.” With a bitter smile that he launched into a lecture about the birth of the New California Republic, its origins and rise to power as well as the lives of its people and their beliefs, and its eventual stagnation and corruption as the Mother of the Republic tossed and turned in her grave.
    With a furrowed, angry brow he told the story of Edward Sallow and how he became Caesar by conquering and enslaving the tribes east of the colorado river, in such detail that he managed to horrify Otto and nearly reduce Hestia to tears as she clutched both of their hands like a vice. He told them how they reduced their men and boys to slave soldiers, incapable of nothing but blind obedience and devotion to their god-emperor, and how they broke their women and girls until nothing remained but obedient breeding stock and servile supporters.

    He told her of the Mojave and its glittering jewel, New Vegas, and the man who made it possible, Robert Edwin House, who had lived for over two centuries by turning himself into a canned abomination. Nathan spoke at length about House’s personal robot army, the Securitrons, as well as his organic subordinates. The cannibalistic White Glove Society of the Ultra-Luxe, the vile Omertas of Gomorrah, and the opportunistic Chairmen of the Tops. He told her about the other settlements of the region little Westside, the slummy Freeside, the tightly-knit towns of Primm and Goodsprings, tiny Novac, and the debauchery filled Nipton. He told her of how the region would become the battlegrounds where the NCR and the Legion fought for supremacy, their existences anathema to one another, with the chief focus of the battle being the architectural miracle that was Hoover Dam.

    It was then and only then, after he felt that she had enough information to draw her own conclusions, that Nathan told him about the man he shared his mind with, the Courier. He told her about how he was born in the ruins of Bullhead City to a former-tribal turned street walker and a mysterious stranger who she wasn’t careful enough with. How he grew up in the back rooms of brothels and casinos, learning how to count cars and schmooze customers from the managers as his mother turned tricks. He told Hestia how he left his mother behind when he turned sixteen without even a note saying goodbye after a massive argument, joining up with a water caravan as a guard and brahmin herder, staying with them for years until he was left behind during a stopover in Reno, after which he did some work as a bartender, then as a casino and brothel bouncer, a pit fighter, mercenary, bounty hunter, and eventually a courier.

    It was that last job that he ended up sticking with for the longest, doing jobs from Juneau to Baja, his most regular jobs taking him in and out of the twin settlements of the Divide, which took its name from its role as both a bridge and a divide between the lands of New California and the Mojave. Thanks to his frequent trips the settlement had the chance to become similar to a second Shady Sands. However the Divide would be smothered in its creator after Nathan took a job to deliver a package to the settlement, that unknown to everyone contained a detonator keyed to the stockpile of nuclear weapons that had rested within their silos for centuries beneath Ashton and Hopeville.

    Mere weeks after Nathan left the Divide on a new mission he received word that the Divide was gone, wiped off the map by the subterranean warheads whose detonation triggered a massive earthquake that ripped the land open, twisting Ashton, Hopeville, and the military facilities above and beneath. It became an expanse of cracked, blighted landscape, while the sand and ash from the devastation was caught by the artificial storms, turning an already savage weather into one, monstrous dust storm that could skin a man alive.

    In fact, it did flay people alive. Those who weren't killed by the nuclear detonations or debris let loose by the earthquake were twisted by the radioactive storms, flayed alive and turned into terrifying mutants, dead men walking sustained only by the radiation without and the hate within.

    However despite the guilt he felt Nathan still had a job to do, as he had been hired alongside six other messengers by the Mojave Express to deliver a platinum chip, carrying it the 150 mile trip between the Hub and the New Vegas Strip. However he was...delayed whilst making the delivery.
    Being intercepted outside of Goodsprings by the head of the Chairmen, Benny, who then shot him twice in the head with the pistol Maria (which Nathan set on the table as proof though it did little more than upset Hestia and cause Otto to slap him upside the head to have him put it away) and left him for dead, buried alive in a shallow grave in the Goodsprings cemetery.

    However unlucky for Benny, Nathan did not die, instead he was dug out by Victor, a friendly Securitron under Mr. House’s control. Who then delivered him to the towns resident doctor “Doc” Mitchell, who performed the surgery that saved his life and then nursed him back to health. Nathan repaid the good doctor by driving off the gang of escaped convicts, who were attempting to capture and kill a caravaner the town was sheltering, before setting off to hunt down Benny and recover his stolen package.

    Along the way he had a good number of adventures, saving the town of Primm from its own gang of convicts, killing the remaining Powder Gangers in their former prison turned fortress, clearing the road for the Mojave Outpost of the Mojave’s version of Killer Ants. Avenging the town of Nipton by killing the legionaries who had massacred its inhabitants, destroying the Legion stronghold of Cottonwood Cove by flooding it with radioactive waste filled barrels, destroying the Legion Garrison at Nelson, helping a retired sniper find the woman who had sold his wife and unborn child as a slave. Helping the ghouls of the Bright Brotherhood repair a trio of rockets that would hopefully take them into space, saving another ghoul (who would later become one of his greatest companions) from the peak of Black Mountain by killing his super mutant captors. Helping a schizophrenic Night Kin make peace with the idea of leaving behind her old life, helping a caravan master bring the men and women responsible for killing her caravan and many others to justice. Helping a scribe of the Brotherhood of Steel join up with the Followers of the Apocalypse, though their relationship was more-then-a-little strained these days after Nathan ended up killing the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood after they tried putting an explosive collar on him. As well as repairing an ancient robot that was far cuter than it had any right to be, and helping an old cyberdog find a new brain to cure his neural degradation.

    There was also his adventures outside of the Mojave, conquering the madness of the Big Empty and turning the minds of its masters towards the service of mankind. Conquering the nightmares of the Sierra Madre and walking away with more treasure then he knew what to do with, whilst the madman that enslaved him and several others ended up with a far more raw deal. Forging the Dead-Horse and the Sorrows tribes of Zion into a warband strong enough to protect their home from the invading White Legs tribe, and potentially strong enough to defend themselves from the deprivations of the Republic and the Legion.

    Of course that doesn't mean he stopped looking for Benny, he traced his hired Great Khans down to Boulder City where he trades safe passage in return for evidence that helped Nathan figure out where Benny was hiding out. In fact the smug bastard was just standing around in the main floor of his casino, boy was he surprised when Nathan convinced his second-in-command to have Benny walk straight into a trap.

    Then because nothing was ever that simple, Nathan got dragged into the spotlight of the three biggest players in the region. All of whom wanted him on their side in the upcoming resumption of hostilities between the Republic and the Legion. Turns out that platinum chip he had been hired to deliver wasn’t just a fancy decoration, it was a high density data storage device that unlocked and upgraded a robotic army belonging to Robert House but was buried beneath the Legion’s main camp.

    However at this point Nathan fully admitted to being fed up with all three parties, so he hatched a plan, he would take the army for himself and send the other powers in the region packing. To that regard he killed Mr. House and gained control of his Securirtron forces, killed the White Glove Society and the Omertas for their crimes, and brought the Chairmen to heel. He subverted the Great Khans and promised them support for building their own empire, a Great Khanate, in the wastes of Wyoming. He supported the Followers of the Apocalypse and their efforts to provide healing and education to the people of the Mojave, subverted NCR officials and gained the support of the common soldiers, and supported local powers such as the Freeside Kings and the Westside Militia. Gained the trust of the Boomers of Nellis Air Force Base by helping them recover an ancient aircraft capable of raining down thousands of pounds of explosives, and recruited the few remaining remnants of the Enclave who planned to go out in one final blaze of glory.

    It was then and only then that Nathan assaulted the Legion’s main encampment of Fortification Hill, killing the vast majority of the Legion’s leadership and freeing the slaves there before heading into the underground and activating the army of Securitrons that laid there in wait. As a result of his assault both the Legion and the Republic both panicked and moved towards the location of the final battle, Hoover Dam. On that day, Nathan led the forces of his unofficial alliance into battle alongside the army of the New California Republic, assaulting the Legion’s final holding in the region and killing the “Monster of the East,” Legate Lanius, before threatening the NCR into withdrawing from the region as Nathan formalized his alliance into an actual nation state. It was half-a-year into this process that the dream ended from Nathan’s perspective and that he was summoned from the Courier’s

    Otto meanwhile began his story by telling of the creation of Nirn, with Lorkhan, a Padomaic spirit, tricking or otherwise convincing the et’Ada, otherwise known as the Original Spirits who were created by the twin primordial beings Anu and Padomay, into helping with the creation of Mundus, the material world. Those spirits that agreed to help became the Aedra, the ancestral spirits, whilst those who refused became the Daedra, ‘those who are not our ancestors’ as they are termed in the language of the Altmer. Over the course of the project the Aedra created twelve worlds of creation, that were then molded together to form Nirn. Many of the Aedra died during the project, with some becoming mortals to ensure the continuation of life on Mundus whilst some become the Ehlnofey or "Earth Bones," the Laws of Nature.

    Many of the Aedra, deciding to follow after Magnus the god of Magic, fled back to Aetherius, a realm within the Aurbis and became the Magna Ge, tearing holes in Oblivion. Otto’s father Akatosh in his aspect as the Elven God of the sun, Auri-El, established the first kingdoms of the Old Ehlnofey on Atmora and the lands of Aldmeris. However a large number of Aedra are disappointed and angry with the creation of Mundus and sought revenge. These include the ancestors of Elves—the Old Ehlnofey, whose leader was Auri-El and whose heroes included Trinimac, Phynaster and Syrabane. Auri-El sought out Lorkhan in battle and warred with him. Lorkhan's followers included the ancestors of Man—the Wandering Ehlnofey and whose heroes included Kyne, Tsun, Stuhn, Jhunal. During the course of the war, the armies of man wrested control of Atmora from the elves, yet the war ended when Trinimac tore out Lorkhan’s heart and fired it into the sea with his bow.

    This war between gods caused the mega-continent of Nirn to flood and fracture into smaller continents and islands, whilst the lands of the Wandering Ehlnofey, which included the lands of Akavir, Atmora, and Yokuda to become isolated. Those of the Wandering Ehlnofey that remained on Tamriel became the Nedes, another race of men, whilst those that remained on Aldmeris became the Aldmer, the original race of elves.

    Following this came the end of the Dawn Era which was followed by the Merethic Era, which was in turn ended by the founding of the Camoran Dynasty which began then the First Era which lasted 2920 years, which ended when Tiber Septim conquered all of Tamriel and was crowned Emperor proclaiming the end of the Second Era which only lasted 896 years, with the Third Era in turn lasting a mere 433 years and ending after the events of the Oblivion Crisis that ended the Septim Dynasty, the current Fourth Era is in it’s 201’st year and was the year when Otto’s life became something straight out of an Edda.

    Born a plump and doughy son of a Nordic merchant woman of Bruma, Otto was traveling to the city of Whiterun to witness the reading of his uncle’s will. However whilst crossing the border he was captured alongside the rebellious Stormcloaks and sentenced to be beheaded in the town of Helgen. Spared only by the whims of chance as his half-brother, the eldest of the Dov, Alduin, who had been flung forward into time by the heroes of old. Leaving a burning town behind him, later learning that only a dozen other souls had survived the attack, Otto fled to Riverwood alongside a legionnaire by the name of Hadvar.

    From there he was sent to deliver a warning to the Hold Capital of Whiterun, running for a day and night on legs ill-suited for the task only to be conscripted to slay a dragon the moment he had completed his task. It was at that point that Otto decided the best way to make his point was to introduce himself to his goddess fully.
    “I am James Otto Fris, eldest son of my mother Sarah Fris on Earth, Sylva Fris on Tamriel, and Akatosh the draconic God of Time who serves as the chief of the deities of Nirn, known as Auriel to the Elves of the Summerset Isles, and Bormah to my brothers the Dov.”

    “Through my own feats and strength I have earned mine own name and legend” Otto’s voice continued as smooth and steady as a turtle heading towards a lake, unhurried and calm as he held Hestia’s hand and did his best to reassure the goddess who was entirely out of her depths “By slaying my rebellious kinsman Mirmulnir the strongest and most loyal hunter of the Dov, I became Thane of Whiterun and trusted confidant to my liege lord Jarl Balgruuf. By capturing a murderous necromancer by the name of Calixto Corrium, who had been murdering young women and harvesting organs and body parts from their corpses with the intention of reviving his dead sister, I was named a Thane of Windhelm. By retrieving the ancient helm of Jarl Hanse of Winterhold from its ancient home within Ironbind Barrow and its holder the undead Warlord Gathrik, I was named Thane of Winterhold. Through my actions to raise up the people of the Rift from the poverty and squalor they had fallen in I was named Thane of the Rift. In the same manner I was named Thane of Falkreath…. though that also involved defeating a coven of necromancers who sought to raise the hundreds of thousands of dead warriors that had been buried in the graveyards north of the city over the centuries.” Otto shrugged at the look Nathan sent him at that, they weren’t all that impressive when it came to magical ability.

    “After tracking down the master vampire and former dark elf known as Movarth Piquine, I led a contingent of guardsmen in hunting him through his underground den and slew not only him but his thin-blooded followers as well, and following our successful return to the Capital of the Hold I was named Thane of Morthal. In Markarth I became Thane by defeating an ancient confederation of tribes and their King Madanach ‘The-King-In-Rags’ and in the same day escaped from the most heavily guarded prison within the province, Cidhna Mine. By defeating the resurrected spirit of one of Skyrim’s most brutal tyrants, the Wolf Queen Potema, and preventing her from overrunning the province with her legions of bound undead, I was named Solitude’s Shield, Protector, and Thane to Jarl Elisif the Fair who held the throne following the death of her husband High-King Torygg. “

    “By curing my fellow adventurers of the Daedric Prince Hircine’s curse and rescuing my predecessor’s soul from said Daedric Prince’s Hunting Grounds, I was declared Harbinger of the Companions of Jorrvaskr. With the help of a fellow pilgrim I gained the acceptance of the spirit of the Eldergleam, one of the oldest trees in Tamriel which had been planted four eras prior, and used the sapling gifted to us by the goddess Kynareth to replace the dying Gildergleam within the city of Whiterun. By my knowledge of the mystic arts and with the assistance of the College’s resident spirit the Augur of Dunlain, I was named Archmage of the College of Winterhold, following the defeat of the power-mad Ancarno who was shaking apart the ties of the world through the use of the Eye of Magnus. Through deeds as great as they were terrible I became Master of the Thieves Guild of Riften and champion of their patron the Daedric Prince Nocturnal. Even more grievous was my greatest sin-” Seeing as how she had just heard Otto admit to being the head of an organization of thieves, Hestia braced herself for the worst. “Joining the Bard’s College in Solitude to become a Skald, biggest waste of time I ever willingly participated in, I swear.” And like that the wind was taken from her sails, as she felt their minds sputter to a stop as what he said caught up with them. Seemingly not noticing, Otto continued his monologue of an introduction.

    “By defending the city of Whiterun from an army of Stormcloak rebels, standing in front of the gate with axe and hammer in hand and laying waste to the thousands of warriors who sought to get by me, I was named the city’s shield. By laying waste to the Stormcloak’s fortresses and cities, sending walls and towers flying away as if they were naught but leaves in a stiff wind, I was named the Conqueror and was awarded the Rank of Legate in the Imperial Legion of the Reman Empire. By bringing the defeated Jarls who had survived the war to the negotiating table and forcing them to end their foolish war at the stone tables of the Monastery of High Hrothgar, I was named the Peacemaker. And by delving into the ruins of Korvanjund and retrieving the Jagged Crown of the now undead High-King Borgas, whose death heralded the end of the line of the Warlord Ysgramor of Atmora, and using it crowned my liege lord Jarl Balgruuf as High King of Skyrim in spite of the Imperial Candidate Jarl Elisif the Fair and the rebel Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak whom I had slain weeks prior during the Siege of Windhelm.”

    “But the greatest of all my titles still falls short of what was granted to me by gift of blood and soul from my father, who gave me my true name.” Pressing his thumb hard against the rim of his now empty mug he raised it to show the room, where from a small cut left on its pad there spilled a mix of mortal blood and the golden ichor of the divine. “Here me now for I am Ysmir, Dragon of the North, slayer of my eldest brother among the Dov the false god Alduin who claim all for his kingdom, those ancient vampires of the Volhikar Clan who in their arrogance sought to blot out the sun and reduce all the free peoples to naught but cattle, stopped the machinations of the Daedric Prince Molag Pal the King of Rape from absorbing the realm of the God of Mercy Stendarr, forcing the Daedric Prince Jygglaag back into his own realm of Oblivion through the wounds I dealt him and halting his invasion of the other realms, and killing Miraak my kinsmen and first of my mortal brothers who enslaved the people of Solstheim with the power of his voice to raise temples and shrines to his name, for I am the last of the Dragonborn, Dovahkiin.” It was this last word that had the greatest effect on them, as unknown to Otto a portion of pseudo-Arcanum possessed by him as a demigod, slipped into the words and it caused that word, no his being, to fill the room and caused a heavy weight to settle in all their of their chests.

    “You are such a drama queen.”

    “Really Nathan,” Otto shook his head, “Don’t ruin the moment.” Turning to Lady Hestia he frowned at what he saw, she was frozen stiff with her eyes glazed and unfocused. “Goddess, are you alright?”

    “Huh,” Hestia jumped, thoroughly startled as her train of thought came screeching to a thought, “sorry boys, I was just thinking.”

    “About?” Nathan said playfully nudging her with his shoulder.

    “Don’t get me wrong, this is really dangerous, the contents of your blessings, your pasts, and even what you are in Otto’s case put you both in a lot of danger not only from the dungeon but from the other Familias as well. However…” Hestia trailed off causing the two of them to lean in to hear how she finished her story. “... I just can’t get over how awesome this all is!” Hestia said jumping to her feet with a massive grin and pointing at the sky. “Take that Loki! My children are awesome!”

    “Huh,” Otto said watching as Hestia did a little happy dance, which did...interesting things to her bosom and derriere. “I’m awesome, apparently.”

    “First time for everything lummox.”

    Otto didn’t say anything, simply reaching over the couch to whack Nathan upside the head, even as he continued to admire his goddess.

    “If every day is like this then,” Otto thought to himself whilst admiring a particularly joyous hop. “then being isekai’d isn’t all that bad.”
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  7. OrionScimatarii

    OrionScimatarii (Confirmed Butter-Bot)

    Oct 25, 2017
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    Brilliant, keep up the great work.
  8. ThedudeManBro

    ThedudeManBro *Space Socialism Intensifies*

    Nov 19, 2018
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    Nice FIC. Love the backstory of the preparations For writing the chars.
    FYI, people with the dark theme on cant read shit. I only see a pitch black post.

    Still, damn good story so far.
  9. Titanacoracy101

    Titanacoracy101 Getting some practice in, huh?

    Sep 29, 2017
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    I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea how to fix that issue.

    Do you have any suggestions? They would be appreciated greatly.
  10. ThedudeManBro

    ThedudeManBro *Space Socialism Intensifies*

    Nov 19, 2018
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    Kay. I always had the theme on since i made the account, so i'm not have 100% sure but, did you write the chapter somewhere else and then copy pasted the words? I know that i had the same problem before. Honestly, i just went to edit post, highlighted the text, pressed the A button with a line below on the editor and chose the box with an X on it for no custom colour. After that, it was aces.
  11. stads

    stads Know what you're doing yet?

    Nov 20, 2018
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    keep up the good work love your story
    yay for hestia will be fun to see your mc walking about in power armor