The Tomb of the Dsaxker,
chapter 1
journey to the mountian
Running, through a wooded glen. Looking up, at the strange tomb at the top of the ancient mountain. "Kill the dragon." He remembers the Jarl "a humongous bounty shall be yours.""My lord," questioned you "why not send some soldiers, or your own thane.""Some say it is haunted, certainly something happens something like I have never seen in skyrim."
Soaring, never tumbling. As agile as a mountain goat. Fierce as a tiger. As he approaches the summit all senses come into one, body and mind fusing together into one insufferable thought. Revenge. Revenge to the fallen, loved and hated, revenge for all who have died. At last he hoped the last dragon priest would be slain. More powerful than dragons, these killers were rumoured to be raising an army of the dead. He had to stop them!
Suddenly, a roar split the air, shattering all peace. As beautiful and deadly an elven blade the dragon (guard of the tomb.) took to the air. Calmly, shooting fireballs, as hot as the sun and ice as sharp as a daedric knife. Suddenly He shouted and lightning pierced the air, the dragon twisted crashing into the snow. Suddenly a sign is imbued on you…
a/t This is my first story please r&r
