that though is only the begining point,
There are many dragon preist in Skyrim that are long buried, most of them you may know,
what you may not know is one rebeled(no not Miraak!) this Dragonpriest did not have a name in Dragon, so the Dragons all called him so the Dragons called him Nameless in there tongue, to him he was named Tirus, the rest is better explained in the past...
9 Dragonpriest stood before altar, as one of them placed his mask in the dragon maw slot, it slid shut as the dragonpriest took there respective mask from the bust lining the dragon statues sides.
as they talked amongst themselves a man of about 5'8 walked in,
he had black hair that was parted, he wore a lack variant of Dragonpriest clothing,
he wore no mask, only a dark faceplate covered his mouth, bbut the most stranges quality was his eyes, eyes as red as a flawless ruby,
that marked him as the offspring of a Dremora and a human, his skin also was of a dull peach.
"ah" the middle Dragonpriest said, as he had put his mask in the altar the younger dragonpriest could see his small beard and blue eyes."Tirus the Nameless comes to see me off"
"Konahrik" Tirus' voice was deep, natural for a young adult of his age "Konarik, why do you lock your mask away? surely you do well in battle with it."
Konahrik seemed to laugh at his question "my boy Alduin says my mask is too powerful to fall in to enemy hands, where i'm going that could be a good possibility"
Tirus seemed to say something then stop, did he dare say what he thought, that the Dragons we revere as gods do not care for us? name of Oblivion, th Daedra probaly cared for us more then the dragon.
"do not fear for me boy" Tirus snapped out of his delusions to pay attention to Konahrik, his name meant Warlord and he was the best, fierce aginst his enemies and kind to his allies, he never knew a kinder yet very powerful person.
on the day he left for the destination he was givin, Tirus knew he probaly would not see him again.
Tirus' eyes flung open as he shouted "Konahrik!" and slammed his head aginst the coffin lid that was over him.
pain shot through his head for a brief instant, "ooowww" he groaned.
relizing where he was he sighned in sadness "only a dream" he muttered
he pressed a button on the sarcaufagus wich caused the lid to fly it flew to off and crushed a nearby Draugr. "whoops"
he looked around the tomb he occupied, dust had covered everything, well the draugr did keep some areas swept.
torches hanged on walls, and lanterns floated over puddles of flammable oil, seriously, Tirus wondered how the draugr didn't die.
but the lighting was necisary, for Tirus was sealed deep within a mountain, there was a entrance, but it was sealed under mounds of rubble.
and the only thing Tirus can do...is wait.