Dragonborn Saga-Chapter 760: Warriors (1)

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The sound of the horn shattered the world, and the heavens descended upon the dragons, causing them to panic and flee.

A Dragonhorn is an artifact of immense power, crafted primarily by the Dragonguard, and used as a weapon against dragons. These magical warhorns are carved from dragon horns, inscribed with various arcane runes, and capable of producing a tonal sound that incapacitates dragons. However, they have no effect when used against the dragon from which the horn originated.

Widely manufactured in the late First Era by the Dragonguard, dragonhorns were gifted to key locations for their protection and are now rare. They are considerably fragile and can break instantaneously, crumbling to dust after only a few uses. Lunar energy can be diverted into dragonhorns to charge them with the arcane power necessary to hinder dragons.

Smaller, portable versions of the warhorn were also made. An example is the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller, the founder of the Greybeards, an item used as a trial to test the Dragonborn in a quest of the same name.

The **Horn of Ja'darri** is a dragonhorn noted for its unique ability to never break. It was given to Ja'darri, a member of the Pride of Alkosh, by its donor Nahfahlaar, a powerful red dragon immune to its effects.

In previous eras, the Horn of Ja'darri was utilized many times by the Dragonguard and their successors, the Blades. However, it was lost from the Imperial Vaults during the Oblivion Crisis and ended up in the hands of the Worm Cult in Hammerfell. Along with many artifacts, Jon stole the dragonhorn from the cult when he raided their base and kept it until he returned to Skyrim during the Dragon Crisis. He then installed the horn on top of his tower and waited for a day like this to use it.

The Dare Tower was now the source of Tonal Power for the Dragonhorn, and as it was charged to its maximum, the power of both the horn and the tower was amplified to the point where its sound could be heard in the sky all the way to Windhelm, and perhaps even Whiterun.

Still, this was merely a temporary solution, useful enough to break the fight between Jon and Kungosvern.

As the golden dragon retreated far behind the mountain to shake off the horn's effect, Jon retreated to Saarthal and landed in the center of the battlefield between the forces of good and evil. His mere presence was enough to bring shivers to the remaining cultists of the War Dragon Cult. Jon then called out:

"Troopers! Assemble."

His strong voice boomed with Thu'um, and his orders were law. Every Dare Trooper citywide started to line up, and all battle formations were reorganized by the time the echo of Jon's voice faded. He then took another breath and shouted:

"SU GRAH DUN!" (Wind Battle Grace)

Jon's shout conjured Kyne's grace and imbued the warriors' blades with the elemental fury of the wind. Every combatant in Winterhold felt the power of Jon's shout flow through them, filling them with power and resolve. They felt their swords and spears were much swifter, their hearts were warmed, and their muscles were relieved from the soreness of pain. Their stamina was boosted, and their morale was sparked anew.

Alina watched from above as Jon completely modified the flow of the army of Winterhold. With one shout, he commanded the souls of many men, whereas she had to devise strategy after strategy and evade all the possibilities of winning and losing. It was tiring to see, but everyone had their own expertise.

{My dear!}

Jon called for her telepathically, and she replied.

{Yes, husband.}

{I've done all I could. Take control of the army and make sure they survive.}

{But... the fight is practically over.}

{Nothing is over.}

Jon's reply made Alina shiver from fear. She intensified her eye powers to see into the future of any attack coming their way, but there was nothing. She then looked at the men down in the main plaza and watched their future, only to see so many deaths. She asked:

{The dragons are returning?}

{They won't stop. This first wave was merely their first push, and they used their cultists as cannon fodder, but since we survived with minimal losses, they will now attack with different strategies, conserve their own lives, and avoid the Dragonhorn.}

{I see. Our objective is to remain within the city and use everything we have prepared so far.}

Jon and Alina plotted their plan together, but before they could finish, dragon roars were heard over the mountain range, from the snow wastes, and from the Sea of Ghosts.

This is the phase where the real fight begins, one that begins with...

"WAHL DIIL FEYAL!"

...a thundering shout shaking heaven and earth.

{Jon, what does that mean...}

It was the first time for Alina to hear these words, let alone the shout. On the other hand, Jon pieced the words together in his head and realized the big trick.

"Oh boy!"

It was already too late to react. The unfamiliar shout had already taken effect. WAHL means "Rise," DIIL means "Undead," and FEYAL means "Horde."

{WATCH OUT! TIGHT FORMATION!}

Alina's telepathic cry was a siren, echoing through the minds of every sergeant on the battlefield. The ranks responded with frantic urgency, tightening their formation as if to brace against an oncoming storm. But the true horror was only just beginning. All around them, the fallen began to rise, their lifeless eyes opening to stare unseeing at the living. The battlefield was no longer a place of death, but of undeath, and the terror was palpable.

"Close ranks! Prepare for close combat."

The dead were not just the monsters, the vampires, and the cultists slain by the defenders; there were also fallen defenders among the rising dead—parents, siblings, and children to those who carried arms to defend their homes.

Those War Dragons were indeed cunning and capable. They sent the first phase of attackers to inflict as many casualties as possible, but if the defenders were to recover, this wide-scale necromancy shout would cause more confusion and terror.

But there was one unexpected thing in this plan...

"Kill them again! Put our brothers and sisters down with dignity."

"Fire! Burn the monsters."

"Make our brothers' souls rest in Sovngarde."

The dragon's move, rather than instilling fear, ignited a fiery resolve within the hearts of the warriors and troopers. Their blood boiled with righteous fury, and their morale surged.

The most critical advantage of necromancy is how revolting it is for the living to come face to face with the dead—to face an enemy that never tires, does not know fear, and is the inevitable end for all living.

The Dare Troopers were a whole different story. Forget the usual drills and sparring; their training was a creepy waltz with death. Jon Dare, their leader who happens to be a necromancer, came up with a seriously messed up, but effective, way of drilling them. Instead of fighting each other, the troopers practiced their skills against undead stuff—skeletons, zombies, and other freaky creatures summoned by Jon and the mages who learn under Nurina Aren.

Facing the undeath, the Dare Troopers were the most effective killing machines. Even when surrounded from all corners by the crazed undead, their movements were resolute and firm, even against their fallen comrades.

But that, of course, was not the plan formed by the dragons. This was merely a tiny step to jump to the next. Their goal was for the defenders to act logically and close their ranks to fight on all fronts, then...

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

Five dragons emerged, flying at unprecedented speeds. They acted uniformly and targeted every defensive point where the troopers focused their numbers to suppress the undead. Their shout, the Fire Breath shout, hurled gigantic fireballs at the defenders, who would be obliterated without a proper magical defense.

"FUS RO DAH!"

Jon was the first to react, sending a shout right at the first Fire Breath before casting a spell and summoning Xikil in the trajectory of another spell.

"Mo... MORTAAAAAAAAAAL!"

Xikil became crazed immediately after getting hit with such powerful magic as soon as he breathed the air of Nirn and flew to the heavens to chase the dragons.

The remaining three Fire Breath shouts were out of Jon's range, but he knew that they would be taken care of. The first shout clashed with a large flying axe imbued with an ungodly amount of aura, causing it to split in half and hit two abandoned buildings, exploding them to smithereens. The second was faced with a powerful magical ward before getting warped with it, and slowly the air was siphoned from inside, nullifying it cleanly. As for the third, a dragon arrived out of nowhere and took it with its bare body, bringing it down with a pained roar.

"JULLANAR!" Jon shouted and charged where the dragon had fallen.

"J... Jon..."

As he arrived, Jullanar, who had transformed into a dragon an hour ago, was lying on her side, with obvious wounds on the dragon's abdomen. Jon, who had never dealt with a situation where a mortal possessed a dragon before, was worried as he checked her with his Magicka.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Cough! If... if I remain a dragon, will you still... love me?" she asked weakly.

Jon frowned a bit at the silly question that was quite unlike her, but then Alina arrived.

"Don't worry about her, that crazy bitch is fine," Alina said.

"Alina! Don't tell him," Jullanar immediately raised her dragon head with an upset attitude.

"Tell me what?" Jon asked.

"She doesn't feel pain in this body since she is possessing it. It is still tethered to another soul, remember?" Alina replied.

"Ah! Makes sense," Jon said and immediately retreated his hand.

"Jealous bitch!" Jullanar cursed at Alina before turning to Jon, "Seriously though, if we don't find a way to get me out, will we still smash tonight? This is my night, remember?"

"This woman has totally lost it," Alina shook her head in frustration.

"Well..." Jon thought for a second, making Alina frown at him, but he completely ignored her frown and replied, "Since this dragon is a male, it will be a no. I am not sure about a female dragon possession though. Might give it a try sometime later."

"Yay!" Jullanar was pleased with the reply and flapped her dragon wings, and she stood up immediately.

"You two..." Tired, Alina shook her head and looked away.

"Brother! You are a true man among men! Attempting to court a dragon? Now that's what I call dragon riding!"

The owner of the battleaxe from before, Wulfur, entered the scene as he retrieved his weapon telekinetically with the enchantment on his gauntlet. He also retrieved a war hammer that he seemed to have thrown earlier and stood with two great weapons, one in each arm. These weapons were none other than Wuuthrad, the legendary axe of Ysgramor, and Volendrung, the legendary hammer that gave Hammerfell its name.

"Wulf, glad you're still in one piece," Jon said and continued, "I saw you trying to catch a dragon earlier."

"Ah, I wanted to do the same thing sister Jullanar did, but it seems those damned lizards have realized what happened to their comrade." Jon, who had never dealt with a situation where a mortal possessed a dragon before, was worried as he checked her with his hand."

"Alright. We'll get you a dragon one day. Right now, we need to kill all the dragons right here," Jon said and faced the dragons as they turned in the sky and came charging at the city.

"This was a pretty long day. We haven't slept since last night," Alina added.

"Sleep? Please! That's for wimps! You wanna hear the *really* fun voices? Stay up for three days straight, then we'll talk!" Jullanar said.

"You three need a baby in your life. Julianar's voices are paradise in comparison," Wulfur commented.

The Dare Troopers started to form a make formation around the MVPs of the fight, the Housecarls entered the fray, and the Firemanes joined soon after. All the heroes stood on a united front, shields raised and arrows aimed.

"Men!"

Jon shouted as the dragons drew closer to the horizon. He jumped on top of a broken pillar and looked back at his army.

"You are the best men I know, the ones I would face the World Eater himself with, knowing you are at my back. This is our town, our home. We built it; every one of us put a brick somewhere in this place, that makes it ours. Now those dragons think that the work we made can be just razed by the power of their tongue? Nay! From now on, we are not fighting these dragons! We are hunting them!"

Jon roared and inspired many, most of whom forsook their fear and embraced death for the Dragonborn and Saarthal.

**< The Song of Defense is ready! >**

Right then and there, the Dare Tower had its function ready to rumble.

"Fire it up."

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