"We have been breached, fall back to the inner sanctum!" a deep voice said as he was holding back the invaders from getting any further into the temple. Skillfully, he summoned fireballs to rain down on the invaders as he was resurrecting the dead to fight for him while he too went to the inner sanctum. Once he was in, the cult barred the door so that they have a chance to get free.
Inside the sanctum, there was a series of altars, with a dragon skull on each side with blazers inside each mouth. Each alter was designed in a unique way, there were 9 altars, one for each of the major dragons. In the center, there was one major altar, with steps going up 3 feet high, the altar of Alduin.
What shall we do your grace?" said one of the cultist in a panic.
"Pour all the poison we have in the well over there, then drink from it, all of you, and I shall use your corpses for warriors." said the orc sternly as the command radiated through the room. Quickly, all of the cultists did as he said as the room was filled with sounds of pain and then nothingness as the cultists dropped dead. Silently, Makhumol Khaub said a prayer to Alduin, granting him strength and solidarity. As the doors broke down, Makhumol Khaub summoned the dead cultists, his comrades, from their eternal slumber with hungering ambitions for human flesh. Sensing the flesh of the invading soldiers, the zombie cultists went into a blood rage and started to swing their arms wildly and biting the necks of the fallen soldiers that littered the ground.
"Sir!" yelled one of the soldiers to a figure in iron clad armor standing there slashing each cultist as they made their way to him. "It seems to be one person controlling all his comrades. And he is a powerful mage, what should we do?" having said this the man in iron clad armor sheathed his sword and pulled out an elder scroll. "Sir! We are forbidden to use that!" Said one of the soldiers. "I know!" barked the commander, "We have no other choice in the matter, it must be used. Divines help us." As the men formed a protection circle around him, the commander unraveled the scroll and began to say an incantation that none of the men knew, when it came to using elder scrolls, only a select few people could read them and even fewer could use them. In a bright flash, the men around him disintegrated into ash as a brilliant bright light surround him turning the undead cultists to ash as well.
Seeing the bright light the necromancer tried to stop the commander from using the scroll by conjuring a storm atronach to shock the commander into submission, but he was too late. The orc was in magical chains, constricting his movements. As the incantation came to a close, the light faded and all that was left was a gentle humming glow of the chains that binded the necromancer.
"Fuck you Skorm Snow-Strider, I will get revenge, you will wish you never put me in these chains." With these words being said in a sinister voice, Makhumol Khaub started to mumble an incantation that was taught to him by Alduin and Paarthurnax. As the incantation kept going, the words kept getting louder and louder, until it shook the entire temple, causing rocks and blazers to come falling to the ground in a loud crash everywhere around the temple. As the orc finished the incantation, Skorm started to feel drained of energy until he could no longer stay standing, forcing him to lay down. As the last of the commander's energy was being sapped from his body he muttered a curse or two and then died. As the spirit of the commander left his body, Makhumol Khaub went into a death like slumber, suspending him in time in a giant sphere of pure magic that would vaporize anyone that came near.