Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24597741-20131208215857/@comment-17114085-20131215180130

Munaxsotdrog arrived at his Atmoran Lair. He landed at his half destroyed word wall and looked around at the frozen wasteland. He spent a week contemplating his beliefs. Did he really want to rule the dov? Did he really want Alduin to eat the world? Was he really loyal to Alduin, first born of Akatosh? He though of all these things and more. To those questions the answer was no. Another thing kept popping in his head, Daglin Wolf-Sword the mortal who had saved him. He had learned to like his mortal savior, if not for him Munaxsotdrog would still be stuck in that cave wallowing in self pity. After the week he had come to one conclusion, he was not the same dragon who fought along side Alduin in the Merethic Era. No he had changed so much, all those centuries in isolation and those days as a flightless dovah had changed him. He was a diferent dragon, he wasn't the Cruel-White-Lord Munaxsotdrog he was more experienced, wiser. He was the Wise-White-Lord....Oniksotdrog. He shouted his new name into the skies sealing the transformation. Munaxsotdrog was no and forever dead, and from his ashes was born Oniksotdrog. He stayed in Atmora for another day, but he knew Skyrim needed him, he returned quickly to Tamriel.