Nine Months Later

I blew open the doors with my magic as I stepped outside, the metal frames flew on the cobble streets below the steps. I casually walked down the steps, rolling my limbs as they were sore from the fighting. I hope I'm not already tired, that would be bad. I still had to fight that bastard king. I knew he was here in the city, there was no doubt about it. This was where the caribou would make their last stand, they had nowhere to run. We killed and conquered half their lands already, and a few more if the rest of their species resisted.

I had pasted through a temple of sorts devoted to one of their gods, or it once did. To my surprise, the temple looked exactly like the ones from Earth, if you ever visited the old chapels of Europe or Mexico. Rows of benches lined up to both sides of the buildings, probably waiting for its now dead worshipers to come. The mosaic glasses held pictures, probably to tell a story of their god. I couldn't see the entire story, since some of the glasses were broken or its luster gave away. I did see one picture of a caribou wielding a fiery sword of sorts, defeating a twelve-headed dragon. If only I knew what it meant. I could see yellow some yellow on the walls, which meant the entire building was made of gold at one point. The long red carpet lead to the front of the room that had rows of statues standing in the background. A pedestal was situated right below the statues, standing right at the benches. The statues themselves each represented different gods to the caribou, although I forgot what they're names were. Who cares anyway, right? They are all dead anyways. The temple itself was in a sorry state. I could tell that it wasn't form the catapults or even the cannons that now decimate the city. Dust and cobwebs dominated some of the room. The wooden benches had some mold on them, some collapsed long ago. Some of the statues had started to fall apart. Some of them are missing limbs on their bodies.

I kind of felt bad the caribou had to forsake their gods in favor of their insane king................almost.

Don't get me wrong, it’s not like I hate them or anything. Hell, I've met several caribou tribes who want nothing more than to have King Dainn's head on a stick. They never liked him, and wanted help taking him out. How do they turn to? Me. Since I was supposed to be a powerful Overlord (which I'm not), they came on all fours and beg me to free them. I was fine with that. However, the ones that follow him are the insane ones.

It was no secret that after Dainn was declared king, he decreed that he would be the only thing they would worship. Many priest and people who worship the gods didn't like the decree, speaking out that it was wrong and that it angered the gods and all that jazz. Those people disappeared, presumed dead. After some time, they had grown to accept his insanity and closed all temples devoted to their gods. Those that weren't shut down were converted to whorehouses or temples devoted to him.

I bet they recreated ever doing something like that.

That was one of the quarks of the caribou; they were a religious type of people. You might think of them like the Christians of old, gigantic assholes that go crusading because they had nothing better to do and they blame people for thinking differently than them. Guess how that turned out? Anyway, they believed me to be the Heralder of the End Times, a demon that the gods have sent as punishment for the civilizations of the world. I might have laughed at them if the entire 'Bringer of the End Times' thing wasn't true. They once believed in gods and goddesses when they had actual good leaders. At least, that's what I though them to be like. Now, they are just a bunch of fools fighting against the inevitable.

I looked around the city, examining the damage we did. Like everything, the city was burning. Hell, I was almost certain that I was in hell, or Tartarus as the ponies would call it. Some of the houses were burning, the stone luster they once had had been lost. The cobble streets had all but been destroyed by the bombardment, the beautifully crafted stones had been wasted away into nothing. Dead bodies of both soldiers and civilians littered the ground, doom to rot away. Some group of crows were picking the bodies of flesh and eating them, cawing as they ate. To the left of me were stalls, or there were some stalls. This place must have been a market place at some point. Every stall sold different things, from diamonds to fish. The wood and silk on some stalls had been burnt away long ago. One market had some fruit on it, apples, and all. It was almost destroyed, the apples lost their luster while the rest were crushed by a large boulder in the way. Another stall had fish of all types on display, or it did at some point. The stall was nothing but ash now, and the remaining fish were being picked off by crows.

It was all so destructive. If only the king had accepted my offer all those months ago, then none of this would've happen.

I suddenly heard armored footsteps coming towards me. A caribou regiment must be heading this way, and from the sound of those hoove steps, they were either retreating or trying to find a way out of the doomed city. Tapping into my magic, I transformed myself into a shadowy mist and flew towards a hiding spot, which was a small alleyway nested between two house, or businesses. I couldn't tell at this point, since the buildings themselves were ruined beyond repair.

Once I got to the alleyway, I materialized myself back to my normal form and watched how was coming. To add in good measure, I placed a spell called "Wallflower" on myself. It is basically like an invisibility spell, except it allows the user to be completely ignored. It’s very usefully when I wanted to walk up to a foe and kill him without being seen. I should thank Twilight for teaching me this spell.

The clanking of metal on metal had drew close. I drew my swords from my back and prepared myself for a fight. I channeled magic at my fingertips, making my swords blazing with fire. It may seem overkill to enchant my weapons with fire, but that can be said for everything I've done.

I held my breath as the clanking stopped, which meant they were here. I peeked around to see how many I could face.

I let out a breath when I saw my soldiers near me. I didn't see a caribou regiment coming like I thought. Instead, it was a company of twelve Dremora standing in the ruins of the market place. Their armor and weapons had some blood on them, which meant they had been in battle recently. It seems they might have gotten around the entrance to the city and had come here in search for a fight. A foolish thing to do, but these guys really don't give a fuck about that.

Right at the head of those guys was Kat, the suborn basterd still breath

"Haaf ow ohh wjixi vmlaowvmowi lvpfiox. (Look at all these unfortunate fuckers.) " One of the soldiers in the Daedric language. I was glad that I studied the language beforehand. Now I know what they are saying. "Ew'x hefi wjie tomw wa nei em wjex xwvben pewe. (It's like they want to die in this stupid city.)"

"Oei. (Aye.)" Said another soldier, scoffing at the bodies. He kneeled and searched the dead bodies for loot. He grabbed hold of something, which was a small pouch. I heard jingling inside, which meant that it had gold in it. "Waa qon wjie hilw ohh wjex boiwwe xwvll qijemn tjim wjie nein. (Too bad they left all this pretty stuff behind when they died.)" He said in a mocking sad tone. "It would be a shame for it to go to waste. (It would be a shame for it to go to waste.)" She soon started search the others. The other Dremora followed suit, looting from the dead bodies on the street and anything close to them that wasn't damaged.

I couldn't help but feel a little angry for them to loot the dead, but who was I to judge? "Lapvx, eav qooem-nion ispvxix al Xfiiyiox! (Focus, you brain-dead excuses of Skeevers!) Kat yelled as he glared at his subordinates. He looked around the ruined place, shifting his eyes to various locations. "Wji imide pavhn qi ooavmn jioi, xa kiw eavo jion xwooekjw qilaoi E pvw ew all!" (The enemy could be around here, so get your head straight before I cut it off!) That seemed to get the responds, as the troopers left the bodies and drew their weapons out, expecting an attack to come. A few of the Dremora grumbled as they stopped looting the bodies. Some of them had managed to find jewelry on a body of a dead noble, his head crushed by a small piece of a building.

I sighed and shook my head, knowing things like that haven't changed in the slightest. I decided to make myself known, knowing that we were safe for the moment. I got out of my hiding spot and deactivated the spell, making my way towards them.

The Dremora must have heard my footsteps, because they scrambled to a fighting stance, expecting a fight in my direction. Once they saw me, they lower their weapons and continued their business. They spread out and continued to be on alert.

Kat went over and greeted me. "Marcus, good to see you again." He said in perfect English. "I thought you might be here in this dead city." He looked around the destruction of the city. "Of course, by the time were done, it would be a ruin than a dead city."

"I couldn't past the chance to do this." I said to him. He still looked more intimidating than me, even when we first meet. "I know King Dainn is here, and that he'll fight like hell the moment we arrive at his doorstep."

"Your right on that." Kat said as he crossed his arms. I could see some blood on his armor, probably from fighting the caribou. "I'll give it to the king; he's more stubborn than a Nord. He already lost, yet he keeps fighting on." He scoffed. "A fucking idiot, if I do say so."

"Trust me, you have no idea." I said to him. He really has no idea what Dainn is capable of. Not that he is as strong as before, but he was more stubborn than a Texan in the Alamo. He won't be stubborn very longer. "Anyways,” I started to ask him. "what's happen while I was gone?"

He put a finger to his chin, his face deep in thought. "We broke through both the northern gates and the eastern gate and proceeding inside the city as we speak. There was some big resistance at the gates, which resulted in minor casualties. It’s nothing we can handle. The only problem we’re have is the southern gate. Its giving us the most trouble than anything we faced." He pointed behind me. I turned around to see what he was pointing at. I saw the southern gate in the far distance through the fire and smoke. I heard the battle going on from here. I saw a large shield covering the gate, the shield itself protecting the gate itself. "They have mages protecting the entrance, making it impossible for our forces to storm it." He continued. "We tried everything to storm the walls, but those antler fuckers are fighting harder than two Nords fighting over a jug of mead. In fact,” He pointed to his company. "we're heading there now to save their asses. If you’re not busy, we could use your assistance."

"What about the other tribes? Aren't they helping us?" I said to him. I had some help from the other caribou tribes that hate Dainn for screwing them over. They helped me with the whole invasion. I thought that the tribes would at least storm the gate.

Kat shook his head. "Negative. The tribes haven't even arrived yet." He scoffed. "Honestly, why are we even helping them if they can't even come. Almost think that they wanted us to die." He laughed a bit. "Well, I think they're stupid like their cousins if they think we would die."

I cursed under my breath. I can't believe the tribes aren't here yet. They should have arrived when we sieged the city. I didn't want to give up hope that the tribes were just coming over the hill side and coming to assist us. However, I know that the tribes hate Dainn on a mega level. Maybe they are just late.

Maybe.

I think Kat might be right. They're probably just waiting for us to be destroyed by Dainn and his minions so they could have all the glory. Fools, if that is anything to call them by. No matter, we have them on the ropes as it is. It was time for us to tighten the nose.

I sighed and thought about this for a second. While I really, really, reeealllly wanted to find the king and make him pay for everything, helping my men is my top priority. The tribes aren't here yet, or maybe they are hiding and watching us to get killed. Besides, the king probably had all his men guarding him in that fancy castle of his, so I would need help if I was going to beat him up. I would probably need as much help as I could get if I am going to face him off.

I looked at him with a shrug of my shoulder and said. "Alright, I'll help."

Kat didn't smile, but he did look pleased with my answer. "Alright. Stick with us. There's no telling where all the caribou are." He started to walk, but he stopped turned towards me, like he forgot to say something. "One more thing." He said. "Lars had manage to repair your armor and weapons. He's currently outside the southern gate, which means we must hurry before he gets himself killed."

I smiled when I heard that bit of good news. What, you think the Daedric armor I'm wearing is my main armor? Hell no. I made my own armor during the war, along with a cool longsword. Well, technically I didn't make it, since I had smiths make it for me, but I digress. The armor itself was made from the bones of a dragon. I'm not going to go into detail about what happened to my armor, but that part of the story involves me, dragons and me punching the shit out of one.

We hurried on towards the southern gate, ready to relieve them of the siege. Both of my swords were ready to taste blood one again, the blood of tyrants and slavers to be precise.

It may take a while to get to the gate, since it’s a long way from where we're at. So, for now, I'm going to tell you about the aftermath of the Stalliongrad battle, and the other battles that came after.