The ghostly sky twirls above,
the lost souls of cursed scream agony
Crevices in the strange earth spit
strange gas from the ground.
A roar above sounds from around.
Why me?
Why did I follow?
Why me?
A scaly beast lands upon the palisades,
it shouts in the Dragon Tongue.
Skeletal figures claw through the ground,
I tried not to make a sound.
Crouching in patience,
I avoid the stare of Durnehviir.
Following shadow,
clutching the crossbow,
I inhaled the stale air around me,
I pulled the trigger.
The steel bolt hits the Dragon's throat,
Eternal blood painting the flagstones.
I do not devour a soul,
there is no soul.
Why me?
Why did I follow?
Outside the broad, stone doors,
Durnehviir reforms in time.
He calls me Qahnarrin,
The Vanquisher.
Why me?
Why did I follow?
