20 YEARS LATER
"Yol…Toor Shul" shouted Tiidradah (Hunter of Time) and to the Argonians satisfaction a blast of flame shrouded his brother who was completely unharmed.
"Lliz…Slen Nus!" his brother retorted then he laughed as the other Argonian fell over incased in ice. "All right, get up Tiidradah, Qodaviing and Slentireni will be back soon and I really don't want to have to argue with them about you being a human was a muffled shout and the ice casing exploded and melted simultaniosly and Tiidradah stood.
"Why not use frost breath?" he was a roar and screech as Qodaviing the lightning winged hunter and Slentireni the flesh render landed.
"Tiidradah, has Fodovah ( frost dragon) frozen you yet again?" their sister asked.
"Possibly, why do you ask?" he replied to his sister. "I saw Alduin today, you look like him, you know. Same horn style and scale pattern, but he was pitch black, not the color of blood."
"Did you now, my child? I wonder what he wants this time?" said Qomaviing as she exited her den. "You and Fodovah must soon leave and go to the mortal settlement of, what do the Nords call it, Winterhold? And live among mortals until you are called to battle with Alduin; But as you could not use your Dovah names, so I have come up with a mortal name that will go unnoticed and should get you into the mages college there. But my children are not to leave the nest without something to remember me by, come with me." she walked back into her den, this time in Argonian form and stopped at her bookshelf, looking at one of the many educational tomes that filled the shelves. she read, "Dragons do not breed or lay eggs, they simply exist." what a load of lies, but it was needed to make sure that our eggs to be protected. Did you know that all modern dragon slayers believe this to be fact?"
"No I didn't mother." Fodovah replied, "What are our Joor, mortal names?""You are to be called Talen-ji, Fodovah, and you Tiidradah, are to become Rotun-Ji." she answered. Then she pulled the front left claw from her obsidian dragon statue and the claw slid loose. She approached the dragon door, and set the combination of, Dragon on the inner ring, Eagle in the middle ring, and Wolf on the outer ring, she then inserted the claw into its slot and pushed the key block into the door, she removed the dragons claw and the door the vault there was much treasure, but Qomaviing walked to the greatest of them all, two sets of Deadric armor, as well a whole large rack of the Dremoras chosen weapons.
"Are these from the Oblivion Crisis?" asked Rotun-ji
"Yes, they are, but that is irrelevant. These are for you, the armor is enchanted and will aid you in combat. " Qomaviing answered. Watching as her children chose their weapons, she saw Tiidradah now called Rotun-ji chose a Deadric longsword and then pair the weapon with a spell. "Why did you pick that blade, out of all the other longswords we have?" she asked, realizing that he had chosen the Shatterbane, the million edged sword.
"It will fit my fighting style best, as it cannot be deflected or blocked, not by shield nor by ward spell. It ill be quite useful." was his reply.
She nodded and turned to see hat her other child was doing, he had already donned his armor and was experimentaly swinging a greatsword but like his brother he had chosen a sentient blade, and she would need to make sure it had not taken his will."The Shadowcleaver is its name, but be weary of its power, it will attempt to take control." she told him.
"It has already tried, it invited me to trade places with it but then I broke its will." he answered "It will not try again.""That is good. It should serve you well." Qomaviing answered
"Where did you find this!" exclaimed Rotun-ji, holding up the armored robes of the dragon priest Konahrik. The robes themselves were not as impressive as their legendry wearer but still were impressively enchanted to half the casting cost of all spells and lend magicka for spell casting but in his other hand was what he had asked about, the Staff of Spiteflame, an iron rod with two ebony blades orbiting a rare Wrath Core, a soul gem containing the soul of a dragon, they were about as common as the dragons themselves and were both hated and shunned for commanding magics that could channel a Dragons very soul into it, and they could only be handled by their maker, or their later reincarnations, the same went for the artifacts that housed them. So Qomaviing shock was justified to see her youngest child holding the weapon.
"I found it when I was searching the ruins of the Labyrinthian, can you feel its power calling out to you, it is a spirit weapon, Konahrik made the Shatterbane and the staff you now hold, enchantment with a dragons will.
Rotun-ji seemed to ponder this for a moment before donning the robes, and gasped as the under armor and bracers appeared on him. "What was my name when I made these?" he said looking at his weapons.""Konahrik, but how did you know that you made these weapons?" was the answer Qomaviing offered. "You headed the Dovahjoor order, and served as the lord of all mortal races, and were killed by Paarthuunax, the leader of the rebellion, and the brother of Alduin.
She watched as he pondered this, he picked up a dragon mask, "You explained spirit weapons to us, remember?" he looked at the item in his hands "Vosung," he said, "how do I know this?" he pondered"Because I suggested the name to you master." said a voice, like metal tearing in two. Echoing from the Staff of Spiteflame, "Konahrik it has been ages, where have you been?" this time the voice sounded from Shatterbane "The mask will allow more spells to be cast as your magicka will return to you faster." the weapons told them. He donned the mask then thought better of it, he would need to at least look human, plus, it felt wrong, wearing another dragon priests mask.
"We need to leave, we shouldn't keep the others from their tasks." said Talen-Ji as he walked in their direction. "I found this, Shadowcleaver told me that it is to be called Rotun and it was to be yours." and he tossed the Adamantine mask to his brother."Adamantine? Isn't that the rarest metal on the planet?" asked Rotun-Ji. "If so why make it unenchanted, I feel no magical presence." his solid orange eyes suddenly widened as the mask flared with inner life. "This should grant me great power, it will half the cost of all spells on my magicka reserves, not that I need that, you understand."
"Yes good, now lets leave, I am anxious to meet the mortal mages down at the college." he said, he did indeed sound anxious to meet them, but had no idea that his worst enemy was walking from the Winterhold stables with the very same idea.