Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140407190411/@comment-27783182-20140430144547

Kjeldi Snow-Heap finally reached Bonestrewn Crest. Fortunately, there were no dragons nearby. He walked through some fog and found a Word Wall.

"I found it! A Rot Vund! I can't wait to-"

He suddenly heard voices... Voices from Sovngarde... The ancient nords and the Atmorans were speaking to him.

''What...? I've been studying for 60 years about Atmora and Ancient Nords, but I never heard of voices...''

Kjeldi approached the wall. Every step he made further, the voices were louder. Words in the Dragon Tongue were glowing, but mainly the word he could translate to 'Frost' glew more.

" All praise Bard Lunerio,  whose golden music became  frost  here in night..." He said, with some struggle to translate.

He touched the word 'Frost' in the Word Wall. Suddenly, he felt some kind of knowledge flow through his body.

Everything went black, and he heard the word 'Fo' in his head. He fell to one knee and started to have a small headache.

"What... Was that?!" He shouted to himself.

He stood up and heard the sound of a Dragon roaring. He turned around and the Dragon landed in front of him.

" Fahvos dreh hi aad dii strunmah, joor Bron?" The Dragon asked. "Hi fent kos pentaar fah hin briik het!"

The Dragon flew up and roared. He began a battle, mortal against dragon...

Kjeldi Snow-Heap unsheated his Steel Battleaxe.

"Come down here and fight like a real Dovah, coward!" He shouted.

The Dragon felt insulted. None called Lotdovrein a coward. He landed in front of Kjeldi and started to fight, breathing fire and mauling.

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After a long (epic) fight, the Dragon was about to die. Kjeldi was about to give the final blow, but he decided to do it the good old fashioned way: His fists.

He punched the Dragon as hard as he could, and the Dragon fell down, dead.

Suddenly, the Dragon started to glow a intense aura, which started to fly directly towards Kjelti. It seemed to him that he was absorbing the dragon's own soul, like in the old tales. He felt a rush of power fusioning his own existence. All the pain he was feeling through his body had gone and he seemed to know something, a strange power...

He felt a strange force going up to his throat. His eyes started to glow the same color as the Dragon's aura.

"Fo!" He shouted.

A cold raw wave of power echoed through the air. It was made of pure snow, ice and his own voice.

Kjelti looked at himself with fear and surprise. He was the one he less expected to be. He was the one that Alduin fears...

"DOVAHKIIN!!!" A thundering sound shouted. It was like an earthquake, speaking with understandable words.

All of Tamriel shook that day, like the end times have come...