The Elder Scrolls VI

The Revenge of Lorkhan

The night was still young and the table was silent as the Greybeards ate their meal. Arngeir raised a particularly tasty looking piece if spit-roasted beef to his mouth and ripped off a large chunk for his own pleasure. He chewed slowly, his mind was working. There were dark tales from the North. Tales of a warrior clad in mail of ebony, whose dual swords were made from the leg bones of dead dragons and whose face was seemingly perpetually covered by the mask of the Dragon Priest Zahkriisos. These tales spoke of a cult of followers, the Dragon Guard, who went from town to town either recruiting or slaughtering. It was a dark time in Tamriel but Arngeir knew his role in this masked man's power. Arngeir finished chewing and noticed that the hall had grown quite cold.

"Come Wulfgar, it is cold. Let us make sure that High Hrothgar's flames are lit, lest we freeze in the coming night." Arngeir smiled gently as Wulgar raised himself out of his seat.

Arngeir thought back gingerly to his youth, when he had first arrived at High Hrothgar. He remembered how powerful it looked, how he was so ambitious as a youth. He laughed quietly to himself. What a foolish boy he had been, to be so naive. Power, ambition they are nothing if not the path to corruption and evil. Arngeir knew that, his fellow Greybeards knew that why could Arngeir not teach this to his most promising of pupil's? The old Greybeard entered the main hall and it was pitch black, every torch was blown out. The darkness was ominous and the thunder outside only gave more to the feeling. Arngeir knew why the torches were out. He had come.

Arngeir let out a small sigh of resignation, "Reveal yourself, Valdemar, Dragonborn, known as Nientuux, the Void of Souls. Reveal your foul being and tell me why you are here."

The darkness spoke, "You know why I am here old man."

"You are here to bring further corruption and cast further darkness on this world, an evil endeavour to be sure."

"I am here to end the dominion of the Greybeards over the voice. I am here to ensure there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"So you mean to put us too the sword then. Like all the villages you have needlessly slaughtered? Like your wife and children?"

The Dragonborn stepped out of the shadows, his masked faced eerily cocked to the left. He undid his sword belt and held it up so Arngeir could see it clearly and then he cast it aside. Arngeir nodded, he and Wulfgar readying themselves, "Come Nientuux, Dragonborn. Let us cast you back to the void you belong in."

Time seemed to stop, all the noise in the world seemed to drift away. The Dragonborn raised his head and let out three words, "Fus Ro Dah!"

Arngeir and Wulgar were thrown back out of the main hall and into the dining room. Arngeir mustered himself from the ground and fired back a, "Yoor Toor Shul!" The entire main hall filled with fire and the Dragonborn was, himself, cast to the ground. He rose after but a moment steaming and enraged. He tackled a Greybeard to the ground and pinned him. The Dragonborn brough his face close to the Greybeard's and shouted, "Fo Krah Diin!" The Greybeard shouted in pain, throwing the Dragonborn off him but he was frozen solid.

For hour this continued as High Hrothgar was torn apart by shout after shout. One by one the Greybeards were killed by the Dragonborn's masterful shout. The Dragonborn used his Thu'um to summon powerful lightning which ripped holes in Hrothgar's stone and the elements began their long conquest of the once impenetrable fortress of the Greybeards. Finally, outside the fortress, on the slopes of the Throat of the World, Arngeir and the Dovahkiin used their voices to engage in the most deadly debate in history.

"Valdemar!" Arngeir collapsed barely able to stand, "Enough, I have tasted your Thu'um and you are superior! Stop this! I know what you plan to do! I know you are disgusted, I know you are angry! But what you seek is...insane! Your family is dead and they now rest in Aetherius, do not disturb their slumber."

The Dragonborn, also struggling to stand shook his head, "Silence yourself old man. Silence yourself and learn when you are wrong. I will have my satisfaction..." Arngeir suddenly sprinted from his position across from Dovahkiin right in front him. Arngeir used every last bit of his strength to shout the Dragonborn right into the snow, a shout so loud and powerful the mountain itself shook.

"You were my friend! I taught you what I knew, I broke bread with you and this is how you repay my friendship! You must die, Nientuux! You must, for the last time, taste my Thu'um. You are beyond saving!"

Arngeir braced himself to make his final shout when he felt his body grow cold. Dovahkiin's hand was spouting a spray of ice from it. The other hand held a ball of fire, "I will have my satisfaction," the Dragonborn cast the large ball directly into the chest of Arngeir, throwing him to the edge of the cliff. Dovahkiin pulled himself up and trudged over to the grandmaster of the Greybeards. He lifted his old friend up by his neck and held him over the cliff. "I will have my satisfaction and Lorkhan will have his revenge." Dovahkiin threw Arngeir and then shouted, "Fus Ro Dah!" The unrelenting force hit the Greybeard mid air throwing him even further to his death.

As old Arngeir fell, his bones broken, his spirit fractured he closed his eyes and let the wind engulf him. He smiled as he thought to himself, "Power. Ambition. What a foolish boy, indeed."