The Savior of Nirn

Pecry Jackson fall in to the world of skyrim


12. An Agent of the Empire


I took Lydia's horse (with permission, of course) and headed back to Riverwood. It was raining today - Cold rain, just so it wasn't snow. By the time I reached the Sleeping Giant I was absolutely soaked and freezing. Orgnar told me that Delphine was in her room if I needed to see her.

I headed into Delphine's room, making sure the door was shut behind me. Delphine's wardrobe room was shut and locked - which I figured. No way she would leave it open. I was just going to leave when I noticed an unassuming key on the table. I picked it up, hoping it opened the room. It did.

"Delphine! It's me!" I yelled, closing the door behind be.

"Wait!" Delphine came into view holding a katana. "Okay, it is you. You found the key I left on the table, I see. What brings you here?"

"How's the progress on the Embassy mission?" I asked, sitting in a chair.

"I have it almost entirely hammered out. I have a contact in the Embassy - Malborn. He's a Bosmer - his family was killed in a Thalmor purge in Valenwood. One of the little things about the Dominion we never hear. He's in Solitude... But I still can't figure out how to get you in..."

"I actually have that part down," I said, feeling proud of my myself.

"What? How?"

"Jarl Balgruuf can take me along as a guest, he says. I'll have to go under a different name."

"Naturally. The Thalmor would be known too pleased about a human Dragonborn, someone who incites hope in men... anyway, the next party is on the first of Heartfire. Today's the..."


"Okay. That's eight days. If I were you I'd be back to Balgruuf on the 31st. Before then you have to meet Malborn at the Winking Skeever in Solitude to give him whatever you want to smuggle into the Embassy for defense. Once you're in look thoroughly for any information. I'm sure Malborn can refresh when you meet him. Now, I know you still have to give the horn back to the Greybeards. So I would do that. They aren't getting any younger." Delphine looked a bit sour when she finished that.

"You don't like the Greybeards?"

"It's nothing. Now get going."

A rode my/Lydia's horse up to High Hrothgar the next day. After another long trek up the mountain I found Arngeir kneeling in front of a statue.

"Master," I said, holding out the horn. He took it out of my hands.

"You've retrieved the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. Well done. You have passed all the trials. We shall now recognize you formally as Dragonborn."

I noticed the other Greybeards had walked up behind him and were surrounding us. Arngeir assumed his place. "You are ready to learn the final word of Unrelenting Force - dah, which means push.

"Dah." Wulfgar said, and the word filled me. He let me absorb his knowledge of it too.

"With all three words together, it becomes a lot more powerful. Use it wisely.

"Now, Dragonborn, you have completed your training. We wish to speak to you, unbridled. Stand in the middle - few can withstand the Voice with damage. But you are ready."

Suddenly, they began. "Lingrah krosis saraan Strundu'ul, voth nid balaan klov praan nau!" I went weak at the knees. I could see images of a man conquering a large city - and then the main was crowned Emperor. I wasn't sure how, but I knew he was Titus Mede, the first of the Medes.

"Naal Thu'umu, mu ofan nii nu, Dovahkiin, naal suleyk do Kaan, naal suleyk do Shor, ahrk naal suleyk do Atmorasewuth!" I saw images of a mostly wild Skyrim. Then I saw images of a different place - Cold and frigid, covered in ice. I knew it wasn't Tamriel - it was Atmora, where the Nords came from.

"Meyz nu Ysmir, Dovahsebrom. Dahmaan daar rok!" Now pictures of an Emperor I didn't recognize and then one I did - Tiber Septim, Talos, whatever his name was.

Then their voice ended. I fell to my knees in agony. My head felt like it being squeezed in a vice. My vision darkened a bit as I cried out.

Suddenly, my vision returned. "Dovahkiin, you tasted our voice and passed through unscathed. High Hrothgar is open to you."

I entered Solitude at around 4 pm, judging by the sun. I decided to see General Tullius first, since I had a lot of stuff to do that involved him.

The guards let me into Dour without a problem. I walked into the command room, where I heard the end of a conversation. "Ulfric means to attack Whiterun unless Balgruuf responds back joining his side."

"He'd be crazy to try. He doesn't have the men."

"He's building more and more support. Riften, Dawnstar, and Winterhold all support his cause, you know."

"It's not a cause. It's a rebellion!" Tullius said back with anger.

"Um, hello?" I said, hoping to stop the argument before it got worse.

Both Rikke and Tullius looked at me. "Oh... you must have gotten our message Drago-"

"Percy." Rikke said firmly, cutting him off from "Dragonborn". "You helped Hadvar and his unit in Dragon Bridge, correct?"

"Uh, yeah."

Tullius recovered from being cut off. "Rikke and I both believe you deserve a reward." He reached under the war strategy table and tossed me a bag of septims. I opened it to see at least ten Mede coins. "How much is in here?"

"2,000 septims, all in Medes." Tullius said, examining the war map.

"Balgruuf sent me here," I said, deciding to bring it up now. "He pledges his support to the Empire and wants troops in his city to help defend it."

Rikke shot an "I told you so" look at Tullius. "I knew Balgruuf would go the right way. Now, Percy, we want to make you an offer."


"You're clearly a skilled warrior. Your city - as of today - supports the Empire. We're open to any race. We'd like to offer you an official place as an Agent in the Imperial Legion. We realize you have your own motives - you will have as much freedom if you want."

An Officer for the Empire? In Whiterun? There were worse jobs, but... you know what? I wasn't giving the Stormcloaks any more chances. They were racist pricks who were short-sited idiots. If I could have the time to pursue Alduin AND join the Legion, then why not?

"You said I was what? An Agent?"

"Yes, you won't be a normal Legionnaire. You won't wear Imperial armor - at least not openly. A courier will be sent to track you down when we have an assignment for you. All of this is... incentive-laden, of course. So what do you say?"

I was silent for a second. "Yeah... yes. I accept."

"Alright. Glad to have you Percy. Tullius, give him the oath."

"Upon my honor, I do swear undying loyalty to the Emperor, Titus Mede II..."

I still felt... on the fence about my decision to join the Legion. I really wanted to focus on Alduin, but if I could help out people like Balgruuf and Hadvar then I didn't see why I shouldn't have done it. I then headed to the Blue Palace to see what my business was with Jarl Elisif was.

The Palace on the instead was kind of small. Up a set of stairs there was a group of people in chairs talking. There was also an empty throne on the left. "Excuse me? The Jarl has asked to see me...?"

One man stood up. "You must be Percy Jackson. Elisif has requested your presence. I'm Falk Firebeard."

"Nice to meet you." I shook his head. "Where's Elisif?"

"She's probably out on her balcony. You see that hallway over there? Follow it all the way to the end and you'll find it." I took the hallway that Falk pointed out and followed it all the way to the end. I pushed open a large red metal door and stepped out onto the balcony.

The entire thing was open on two sides - one facing North overlooking the Sea of Ghosts, one looking east over the salt marshes of Morthal. I noticed a woman leaning against the railing heading North. "Hello?"

She turned. I was shocked to see she was maybe 18 or 19 and not a grown woman. She wore a fine dress and had a crown that sat on her brown hair. "Wh-who are you?"

"Percy Jackson. You asked for me?"

"Yes, I did. I didn't know who to expect. After all, I've only heard your name. You were at Helgen? And killed a dragon near Whiterun?"

"Yes and yes."

"I also heard mumbling of you being... Dragonborn. If that..."

"Yeah, I'm Dragonborn."

"Well, um, anyway, I do have a task for you, if you accept. Well... two actually."

"Alright. What do you need?"

Elisif looked over the marshes. "There's been rumor of a dragon near a place called the Shrine of Meridia. It's relatively close to Dragon Bridge. You're the best dragonslayer we have. But I don't want you to-"

"You want me to head there and kill that dragon? I can handle myself. I'll do it if I'm close. Anything else?"

"Yes... technically. Tullius had you join the Legion, right?"

"Well, yeah."

"When you see that bastard, Ulfric Stormcloak... don't give it a second thought. Kill him. Tullius or Rikke may want to spare him for a proper execution - don't. We saw what happened last time - a dragon attacked and he got away." I could see the pain in her eyes and she turned away.

I took a step towards her, not sure what to do. "I'll... I'll try to kill him when I see him." Did I plan on actually killing the man on sight? Probably not.

I turned to leave. "Wait!"


"If... if you can... shout the man apart like he did my husband. Can you do that?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess I can try, ma'am."

"Thank you so much, Percy. By the way, call me Elisif. Come again to see me when you've taken care of that dragon, and we'll talk."

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