Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140522143525/@comment-24942837-20140524212339

Treul spotted some sort of building, up at the top of the mountain, he shivered and chattered

"P-prob-bably a m-monasssstery. I h-h-hope they l-let me in." He opened the door, and walked in. Right away, he saw 4 men praying to a statue. One, assuming he was the leader, got up and said,

"So another comes to our monastery. What brings you here, child?"

"I was looking for some shelter out in the blizzard." Treul replied.

"What were you doing out there?" he asked.

"I was hunting, but then I saw this huge dr-"

"Dragon?" The leader interrupted.

"Y-yeah. It had a Priest, a staff, some wall, and a mask."

"Ah, so you are the one we called." He chuckled quietly.

"Excuse me?" Treul asked.

"Did you not hear a voice from the sky? That was us, calling a new dragonborn."

Treul nervously laughed. "Who? Me? There's gotta be some mistake..."

"We make no mistakes."

"Well what about that prophecy? Didn't you mess up on that?" Treul snapped.

The leader calmly replied, "We were not the ones to create the Prophecy."

Treul sighed. "Look, I can't be a Dragonborn. There's just no way some ordinary hunter could be one."

"Akatosh has strange methods, but yes, you are."

Treul put his head in his hands, and began to pace in the walkway. He eventually groaned, and said, "Fine. let's say I, an ordinary hunter, with no twists in his life, magically became this powerful being just by hunting rabbits and elk. Now what?"

"Now, my child, you learn what we have to offer. I am Arngeir of the Greybeards."

"Wait, the Greybeards? The same ones that taught Ulfric Stormcloak!?"

"...Yes. But when you looked upon that wall, did power flow through you, seeming to come from nothingness?"

"Yeah." He told Arngeir.

"I see. Well, you have just learned your first shout."

"My what?"

"Your shout. The thu'um. From that wall, you gained a shout of Unrelenting Force. Go ahead, try to shout at me.

Treul shouted, and Arngeir staggered back. The hunter then covered his hands over his mouth, a look of total shock in his eyes.

"Very good. But, that shout must become stronger. Master Borri," he beckoned a Greybeard over. "Will give you his knowledge." Borri then made a rune on the ground, and Treul felt that same power, while still having his mouth clamped shut over his mouth. He began to hyperventilate through his nose.

"Now, shout again." Arngeir asked.

"No way!" He said, muffled.

"You must."


 * after several minutes...*

"Alright, fine!" Treul snapped, not at all pleased with his new powers. He shouted, this time Arngeir stumbled back a few feet, and Borri staggered.

"Very good, very good..." Arngeir said.