The Devourer of Souls

Long ago in Skuldofn Temple, it was inhabited by the dragon priests. Acolytes to the Dov. They were taught many ways of the Dovahzul, and other means of magic and power. They soon had made a hierarchy of champions and priests, alike. The priests would soon The priests were powerful mages, while the champions were put in place to protect nine of the ten priests. The priests were all given masks, and named accordingly to their mask and abilities. They were yet seeking the means to fill the spot for the final mask that would soon be known as, Konahrik. The Warlord.

One fateful day, the Dovah that protected and had chosen these priests, came to them with a ritual. Something of a forbidden knowledge that required them to choose a champion to fill this role. He would endure something that could only be described as, walking the abyss. But should the champion survive, he would gain the power to not only wield the mantle of Konahrik, but he would be immortalized with the blessing of the Dovah.

The priests agreed to follow this ritual as the Dovah had urged them to. As they all prepared for this ritual, some could see the woe that filled the eyes of one in particular. Upon further explanation, the priest known as Krosis, learned that the woeful Dovah would be giving his own life to make this ritual come to fruition. The priests mourned the one known as Duaandosil. But it wasn't his life that he mourned. It was what the ritual had cost.

Finally the ritual had come to full preparation, and they priests had picked the champion of their ritual. The nine priests all gathered to a circle that would soon be the opening of a portal. The first steps of our champion... Began with death.