I Got Isekai’d as a Lich into Skyrim!

Chapter 12: A God’s Role

In the previous chapter, Alduin passed out. Let’s just assume that the time period we don’t see Alduin in game is when that happened, aight? 

Ivan P.O.V

Ivan (figuratively) blinked as he sidestepped Alduin’s attempt at slashing him before she fell flat onto the ground, face first. 

His agents buckled at the sight of her, though Ivan couldn’t feel it, the natural undead were more susceptible to magicka damage and therefore could feel the massive amounts of Magicka outputting from Alduin. 

Hmmm.

Ivan kicked her lightly, flipping her over only to show her closed eyes and ragdolled body. There was no doubt that she had passed out cold. 

He hadn’t looked too closely earlier but her skin wasn’t a normal person’s skin color, but rather a slightly grayish color. Looking closely, inlaid upon her skin were thousands upon thousands of tiny, gray scales merged together. 

“Huh, does this mean I won?”

The strongest enemy in the game, and she’s just passed out right here. I could kill her quite easily but…

He looked closer at her. Though the rest of her was a pale gray, her face was a light gray instead, with her facial features scrunched up in pain. This was obviously some type of sickness-induced fever.

Ugh…I know she’s one of the evilest being’s in the Elder scrolls games but..

Though Ivan was a lich, he hadn’t lost his humanity. Not even close. He needed to eat, to sleep, and could feel fear, sadness, happiness, but most importantly he still had empathy. Of course, he didn’t have much empathy for the bandits who had threatened the guards, nor the giants that didn’t speak (though he did feel a little bad).

 

However, to him, it wasn’t a dragon lying in front of him anymore but instead just a person in pain, though they did just try to kill him. 

From what the Underking had stated, everything was changing. His appearance here wasn’t the thing that was shifting the timeline, it had already started to shift in the first place, he was just one of the players. 

One of the agents looked at him.

“Orders my lord?”

He stared at her before sighing. He wasn’t even sure that killing Alduin was even necessary anymore, and he wasn’t the dragonborn anyways. It wasn’t his job to do so.

Resolving himself, he gently lifted her up in a princess carry and turned back. He hadn’t gone so much off the deep end to kill someone who wasn’t a threat at this time. 

Despite her dragon form being huge, she was actually quite light for what she really was. He could feel her uneven breathing as he walked back inside the temple, closely followed by the rest of his agents. 

Though Ivan could hardly be called calm, his Agent’s were a bit more worried than him. They didn’t know that this was the Alduin, as in the world eater, they at least knew it was a dragon that was on-par or stronger than the Underking, who had already been one of the strongest entities in Nirn.

“Man, I'm gonna regret this. For now, I’m gonna need all of you to secure the outside of the barrow since the inside is teeming with Draugr. I’m sure that they can work outside of the barrow but need to recharge so you guys will have to hold it for a bit.”

“Understood my lord. If intruders are spotted, what shall we do?”

Ivan was going to turn around before remembering that he was holding someone in his arms, making it a bit difficult. 

“Scare them off if they’re curious adventurers and such…but if they’re bandits, monsters or anything else…kill them.”

“We shall follow your command!”

At this point, Ivan was exhausted. And, at this point, he realized that he still considered this a game. Allying with important members, ensuring the plot goes as planned while leaving no room for himself. 

His mental health as a gamer wasn’t good in the first place, he had been purely running on the plot, but at this point he was too weak to do anything else other than kill mindless beasts and weak bandits. 

He walked back into the main hall as the skeletons all left. A few of the Draugr’s were in the area, dropping most of the items and valuables they could find before descending downwards once again to look for more. 

The amount of items that they found didn’t add up with what the barrow should have had. There was much more here, at least triple the amount. There was a large pile of septims in a corner, as well as rubies, emeralds and even lesser and normal soul gems. 

Of course, there were always the normal sets of ancient nord and steel armor and weapons, but he really didn’t have time to care about that. 

He gently set Alduin down in the center of the room. The structure was now quite warm, luckily counteracting the snowy climate of the mountain with the torches to a degree. 

At this point, he still had no idea how to use magic. Weapons were common sense but magic, not so much. 

He put a hand up to her forehead, causing her to let out a snarl but otherwise she remained unconscious. As he did that, he pulled away quickly as some sort of fatigue set in, making his head spin a bit. 

He brushed that off as him just being tired.

“Urgh....your temperature is colder than mine, how is this even possible?”

Provided that dragons did not work in the same way as cold-blooded lizards, there was something wrong that Ivan just didn’t understand- or perhaps was something that deviated from the information that he had. 

“This stupid dragon…what the hell am I even doing. Does anyone know what the hell is wrong with her!?”

The dragon continued to let out threatening noises as she flipped herself over, her tail smacking Ivan across the face, causing him to recoil back in pain, clutching his nose.

“ACK!”

Ivan glared at her again, fuming at the dragon that wasn’t even awake.

Should I just throw her off the side of the mountain and call it a day?

CLACK!

A single skeleton stepped into the hall. Its shimmering steel armor with red and leather, but also inlaid with gold in the chinks of it’s armor. 

He was the one that used Auriel’s bow…

The familiar skeleton did a curt bow before kneeling in front of Alduin.

“KAK!”

The skeleton choked as it got close, grasping its own throat as if it lacked air even though it was a skeleton. It shook its head before breathing in.

“Apologies my liege, the amount of Magicka she’s letting out is simply too much for undead beings such as us, we are quite sensitive to things like this and since she’s unconscious, she can’t actively hide it at all”

He swiveled around and approached her once again, skeletal hand tilting her head, studying her struggling face.

The skeleton then took out a Minor Magicka Potion and poured its contents all over her, which immediately caused Ivan to clutch his head and yell out in horror.

“Are you serious!? She’s actually going to butcher us now!”

“Calm down my lord, look.”

The skeleton calmly pointed a bony finger towards the sleeping dragon. The potion that he had chucked on her was quickly being absorbed into her skin, with all of the contents being gone in mere seconds.

The skeleton moved forwards again and put a hand up to her forehead before nodding.

“Magicka deficiency. Many of us that rely on Magicka as a source of power have it occur when we are depleted of it as we require it to exist, magical beings such as dragons would be even more affected than us.”

The skeleton stared for a bit at her. Alduin was still out cold despite the Magicka potion, however she looked like she was in considerably less agony than before. Her breathing had steadied and she wasn’t writhing anymore, however she still showed no signs of waking up. 

Ivan sighed. Before checking his inventory. In all honesty, since it was the endgame in Daggerfall, he hadn’t used his potions sparingly. 

Other than money and artifacts, his other supplies were dwindling quickly. He had quickly come to realize that even his body could get hungry, which was not something he wanted in the slightest.

There were only a few magicka potions left. Seriously.

He looked at her again. 

Goddamn it…

“To hell with it! Just take it, I don’t give a crap anymore!”

<Selected Potion Of Vigorous Magicka>

Grabbing the potion, he poured it right onto her. The blue liquid seeped into her skin the moment it made contact.

The steady stream from the potion soon turned into a trickle, before turning into a droplet.

Throwing the glass bottle to the side, he crouched down next to her. At this moment, the other skeleton took this as his sign to leave, opening the gate and returning back outside to resume guarding the area. 

“Hey, you alive?”

He prodded her gently with the mace, which was a terrible idea. With the amount of evil imbued in the weapon, and with an abnormally strong being, this was the worst combination that could ever be put together

“WHO DARES!”

Alduin sprung up from her position on the ground, immediately attempting to lash out at Ivan who was the closest target near her, talons raised and poised to strike-

Before tripping and falling flat on her face again, slamming into the stone floor.

Ivan winced at the impact, distinctly feeling a bit of deja vu as her head cracked the floor from the impact.

Holy shit she has a hard skull! Wait no, is she good?

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Ivan flipped her upright against one of the pillars in the area much to her chagrin. 

“Put me down you undead! I-”

“Alduin, can you just chill for a second!? You literally bit the dust twice in a few minutes!”

This shut Alduin up a bit as she sat upright against the pillar, before Ivan sat down in front of her in a cross-legged position, plopping down to the stone floor.

“...fine, Lich. What do you want, so much so that you helped me recover?”

Ivan paused at this, mind drifting as he attempted to think of what he really wanted out of this. Alduin’s support? Perhaps protection? 

“Well, first things first, why the heck did you pass out right in front of us? I’m assuming you went to Helgen, am I right?”

Alduin flapped her wings a bit, causing small gusts of wind to blow past him as she thought.

“I do not care for mortal names of cities. However, I sensed a Dragonborn. Not just any, but one sent by my father to kill me!”

Ah…that makes sense. The Last Dragonborn.

“Right, that’s the one. Akatosh really wants you dead since you went rogue from the whole “World Eater” thing.”

This statement caused a growl to emanate from her, making Ivan a bit hesitant to say anything else. A rogue, angry dragon was the last thing he needed if he wanted to survive. 

She let out a breath before dipping her head, clutching her legs with her arms in a fetal position.

“Dragon’s have an insatiable hunger for dominance. I was made this way by my father, there is no way around it.”

At this, she flicked her tail, smacking it against the pillar she was leaning against, the obsidian-like tail causing the structure to shudder.

“KRGH! Father already has total dominance after all. He controls the empire in his grasps with just his being alone, they all worship him! Is it too much to ask for the same to be done for me!? I didn’t want to be the eater of worlds, I just want to satiate this desire!”

“...well, I don’t think your father took over entire provinces for them to start worshiping him. Do you think he might be doing this since you’re screwing over civilization possibly?”

“...”

Alduin stayed quiet at Ivan’s proclamation, but silence was all he needed to know that he was probably right. Akatosh was a deity that didn’t descend onto the earth, but was known as a benevolent being and one of the first god’s, with him representing everlasting legitimacy and invincibility which aligned with the empire’s beliefs, with him also providing the dragonfires to protect them from the jaws of Oblivion. 

He had also started a whole bloodline of emperors purely with his blood, but let’s just say that was accidental. 

“Okay, let’s leave that behind us. First, I need to go check up on the Draugr’s and-”

“Wait!”

As he attempted to rise, Alduin grabbed him by the arm and tugged him back down.

“What!?”

“Give me your Magicka, I am deprived and you are overflowing. This is hardly fair.”

Ivan had already been scared of her when she’s angry, but for some reason, he was even more scared of her with that glint in her eyes. 

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Jarl Balgruuf P.O.V

“So, you’re saying that the companions got sent running because of one girl!? And a small one at that?”

Irileth glanced at the companion, Farkas, who had returned from their journey to Bleak Falls Barrow. He was beat up, incredibly so, with most of his armor in tatters and scraps.

“I don’t know what to tell you, it was one of the worst battles I’ve been involved in. I apologize, but the companions do not have the capacity to deal with such a danger. Now, excuse me while I go and tend to the other’s who almost got killed.”

With that, Farkas stormed out of Dragonsreach. Balgruuf’s words hit a sore spot when he insinuated that they were weak, instead of the enemy that was much too strong. 

Irileth leaned in.

“My Jarl, I do believe that we should lay this case to rest. None of the dangers in those ruins have come down and threatened us as of yet. However, the Stormcloaks and Imperials have.”

Balgruuf shook his head, while inwardly agreeing. He was expending too much effort on something that didn’t matter. What mattered now was-

“DRAGON! THERE’S BEEN A DRAGON SIGHTING!”

The Jarl dipped his head down in defeat. This was all he needed now. 

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I've taken quite a long hiatus for a reason. My father had to go and get a lung surgery for something that turned out to be cancerous, which is why I was gone for so long.

But I'm back now, not to worry. However, this story is probably closer to updating once or twice a week instead of three times. My ADHD does not allow me to write only one story and sometimes I write one, sometimes I write for five. 

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