The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground below, and made it harder to distinguish the washed out landscape from the burning dragonfires in the man-cities below.
She kept the watch on that day, perched at her post on the peak of the Throat of the World. Alduin's duty was to destroy the world, and her’s was to ensure the next one's longevity. Her name was Riivahlok, and as her brothers Alduin and Paarthurnax were World-Eater and tyrant lieutenant, she was Essence Guardian, keeper of balance, first daughter of Akatosh. The legends are songs of glory sung in the name of the Last Dragonborn, and how she slew the World Eater in his asylum in Sovngarde, ending his reign of terror for the rest of the ages.īut the legends have lost shards of the whole truth. The legends tell of Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, Hakon One-Eye, and Felldir the Old, and how they banished Alduin from his time to the next era. The legends say that Kynareth, the wind goddess, was the spark that lit the fires of rebellion of Alduin's people, that she was the one who sent Paarthurnax from his path of dominion to a more just and honorable way. We may be here well into the moon's watch over her dark skies."Īnd as his master began the story, Arngeir was pulled into a strange, old world, as if he was watching it all from a bubble of inconsistency in time. Make yourself comfortable, mal gein (little one). "Perhaps it is more of a Vothlo, a confession that I have yet to make to this age of man. “ Krosis." The dragon looked away, lost in some other time. " Zoor." He repeated, fixing his cloudy eyes on the grey-clad man. Paarthurnax ruffled his tattered wings and inclined his head. There were few Words that he still did not know. "I have not called you here today for formality, but for a zoor." Eight hours and fifty-seven " Lok vah koor"s later, he stumbled towards the Wall, huffing for breath.
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In his old age, it took Arngeir nearly a full day to make the climb and shout his way to the summit. It was a high honor to be called to the Throat of the World. Each time any of them climbed to the peak, they would return all the wiser for it, thanks to the Old One's meditations. There were times when the other Greybeards forgot that they had a leader other than Arngeir, one far more ancient and powerful. It had been at least ten years since his Grandmaster had called Arngeir to the summit.
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