Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20141231170452/@comment-10197675-20150130092403

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The group finally made it to the top of the Throat of The World, Arngeir’s work upon clearing most of the weather had worked well, as all had made it in one piece.

As they wondered onto the top of the mountain each member looked around pondering and wondering where the Dragonborn was, it wasn’t until they saw a strange stone structure that they saw it, there horrors and worries happened to be true, as lying on the ground was a corpse and beside it were two skeletons of dragons that were the last to be slew by the champion. Varlgon ran up to the corpse of the Dragonborn hoping for a chance that he may still be salvaged from death, but matters were grim, as he most certainly appeared to be dead. Varlgon took of his helmet and held to his chest, mourning the death of the hero and so did the party as each member stood behind the Nord in sorrow and a state of grief. Arngeir then spoke, disrupting the silence, “So it appears that are greatest fears have come true. The Dragonborn’s dead”

Varlgon slowly stood up putting his helmet back on. He walked away from the corpse contemplating on what could be done next, as Alduin needed to be toppled but without the Dragonborn that would become an impossible task. And as the Nord stared down into the snow Arngeir meditated, quarrelling his thoughts and worries. Alacthorn stood to the side still looking over the corpse, his knowledge maybe conjuring up a plan do deal with the threat that was looming over Nirn. Hadvor meanwhile stared down at the Dragonborns corpse, his eyes glimmering and his mind was twisting, who knew what side he would show next, as the anxiety to resist started to butcher upon his morality. And laying back away from the corpse the Breton, Fraus stood, being ready for the consequences of this tragedy, alert to what may happen next after this brutal discovery. And it was then, as the Breton looked up into the sky that he recognised what loomed above, what fools they had all been. The Bretons cries alerted the others as he yelled the word “Dragons”. And in a sudden movement everyone tilted their heads up to the skies, revealing to them a nightmare that was about to begin.

“By the gods” Varlgon shudderd, as the Nord was bewildered by the amount of dragons that showed above, circling the Mountain, almost twenty or more he could pick out. The Nord drew his Warhammer, but in this case what help would it bring, any weapon or spell would be useless against this amount of Dragons only a fool would challenge them, the party was doomed, all they could do was hope that aid would come… and it did, as Arngeir shouted into the wind words that the others did not understand, and suddenly a large golden dragon landed upon the ground, Paarthurnax, the master of the Greybeards. Arngeir swiftly climbed upon the dragon. He shouted to the others.

“We have no chance, two by two jump upon the next two dragons that land… they’re allies to the Greybeards, allies to you, trust me it’s our only chance of survival.”

Paarthurnax then took off as he swooped of and down the Mountain at great speeds. A large fireball then struck the ground, as the dragons above started to round up their prey getting ever closer, but they were halted as a path of a powerful purple dragonshout boated back a few of the dragons, slowing there charge. Durnehviir then landed upon the Mountain top.

“Climb upon me mortals!” Taking into their mind what Arngeir had said, Hadvor and Fraus jumped onto the Dragons back as it then swooped of following the path of Paarthurnax. Alacthorn and Varlgon remained atop of the mountain with the corpse of the Dragonborn, of which Varlgon had now picked up. And just as they started to think that their escape was not coming, another dragon came into the fray, again it shouted up towards the hastening charge of the dragons above, slowing them temporarily, Odahviing then landed with a thump upon the mountain side and swiftly the Nord and Altmer clambered upon him. The Dragon then suddenly took off with haste carrying the two mortals and the corpse of the Dragonborn and after him flew a pursuit of will inflicted dragons. Odahviing followed his allies, as the three dragons flew north hoping to lose that of the wrath that followed them…

But the Alduin kins would not shoulder as they swiftly caught up with the three that fled, traitors to Alduin they were known, death must be bestowed upon them. Paarthurnax then fell to the back of the group, as Arngeir released a shout that would even rumble the mountains of the Summerset Isle’s, and slowly each dragon lost its wit, as they slowly pealed of the pursuit, retreating only temporarily.

The three dragons then continued, flying off to seek refuge and rest and find time to conjure up a way to end this menace…