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Meanwhile atop of The Throat of the World…

Dragons lingered around the Mountains peak, each circling around the top, shouting to the glory of there one true ruler, Alduin-The-World-Eater. The Evil Lord of the Dovah sat upon the fine snow of the peak, as fire spread around his domain. Snow furiously fell from the air as a torrent wind blasted over the mountain, however this puny cause of weather did not hinder the pure spite to which Alduin let out, as he stared down at the path which a headed up the mountain. Smoke exited the dragon’s snout as his red eyes glared down upon a lone figure, who slowly made their way up the mountain, stopping in front of the beast they let down their hood, to reveal an old and decrepit, yet wise face with age and anger spreading out. Arngeir, the Greybeard had journeyed his way up the mountain to face the Tyrant.

Alduin fuelled by fury and hatred looked down at the man. “Have you come for your death fool, just as your master did?” The Dragon spat. Master Arngeir looked up at the dragon with despise, “I scorn your very presence Dovahzul, for the death of my master Paarthurnax will not turn untold, nor will the death of the Dragonborn. Your evil has reeked these lands with poison and destruction, and I have come here now for I have no concern with hiding, nor fleeing, as you have destroyed my temple, my brothers and my master. And now I will fight against your wicked ways, until my demise!”

Alduin then spoke upon his own tongue, "Hin sil fen nahkip bahloki! Your soul will feed my hunger (mortal)”, before unleashing a wrath of fire down upon the weak Greybeard who stumbled back into the snow his robes set alight. Arngeir shouted with all his might as he then used unrelenting force, which knocked the leader back, but only temporarily as the dragon then unleashed more fire breath upon the Greybeard and so did the other Dovah in the area as each flew down from the bleak skies to target the old and weary man. Arngeir fell to his knees in a relentless wave of flames and smoke which burned the Nord to a deep crisp, the echoes of his shouts roared out from the Mountain top as he was charred to a pile of orange ash. The remains of Arngeir were then taken away by the fierce winds as the dragons shouted into the night sky, spreading their lust for destruction and power. Alduin rushed through the winds shouting, spreading his dominance and distaste for Nirn.