At the peak of the Throat of the World, in the darkened halls of High Hrothgar, a tall shadowy figure dressed in dark armored robes, and a mask of jeweled ebony rested upon a throne made from polished black stone. The figured resembled others of his kind except for his short black hair and golden eyes that glowed from behind his ebony mask.
As the figure studied the hall, a smile tugged at his lips. High Hrothgar was in the finest condition it had ever been in. The once old stone walls had long been replaced with fine white marble, and dozens of large pillars had been installed and each was inscribed with images of dragons and depictions of the temples ancient history.
To the left side of the hall was a corridor leading to the arcanaeum, a room even bigger than the great hall and filled with thousands of books, spell tomes and scrolls. It was the one place in all of Tamriel where one could find the knowledge to learn all there was to know about magic or the history of ancient civilizations lost to time.
Opposite of the arcanaeum was the treasury vault, an enormous room containing all the wealth of the temple. Several large mountains of both gold and all different manners of gemstones, both cut and uncut lined vault walls, while the vault's floor was blanketed with smaller stacks deep enough to obscure the feet of any who walk through, and scattered among the golden heaps, large display cases containing jewelry and other ancient artifacts sat upon cushions of beautiful gold red and silk.
All this knowledge and wealth had taken centuries to obtain. And more often than not, the more valuable the artifact, the more danger came with trying to revive it. But as Dovahkiin his skill with a blade were only surpassed by his efficiency with magic, and his knowledge of the Thu'um.
While the Grey Beards received credit for building High Hrothgar, he was the one responsible for its new growth in power and enormous wealth. Some of it was plundered from war, but the rest he had obtained over the years adventuring as an apprentice whenever the Grey Beards had sent him on a trial to test his ability with the Thu'um.
But that was many centuries ago when he was weak and unfamiliar with the level of power at his fingertips.
Now he was far more powerful, more experienced and any compotion in power he would previously have incountered in the past were quickly rendered insignificant and inferior. Though that had produced its own problems: what was he to do now?
The Dovahkiin drummed his fingers against his throne as he sought a solution to his problem. Conquering Mundus was out of the question, he had already conquered the whole of Tamriel millennia ago, and the lands of Atmora and Akavir only a few centuries prior, so that was out of the question. And he had already read and mastered all the spell tomes and scrolls in the temples library.
The Dovahkiin clenched his teeth in frustration, then stood from his throne and walked down the stone steps before making his through the archway that led to the court yard. When he arrived in the court yard he spotted a group of man and woman dressed in black robes with golden plates that resembled the scales of a dragon standing guard above the battlements over looking the courtyard.
Dragon Preist. A smile crossed the Dragonborn's lips as he watched them. The Dragon Preist were once the loyal servents of the ancient dragon of Skyrim, and were greanted extraordinary powers and knowledge in the arcana arts as they ruled over other mortal in their gods names with an iron fist, ultimately leading to menkind to rebell against the Dragons and the Loyal Preist, sparking the Dragon War. At the start of the war mankind was woefully outmatched, and easily defeated by the Voices of the Dragons. But that all changed when the God Kyne intervened and sent Parrthurnax, the first lieutenant and younger brother of Alduin, to assist mankind. Paarthurnax agreed, betraying his kin and teachings the powers of the Voice to mankind, creating the first of the Voice. This led mankind to create a shout known as Dragonrend, formed from the immense hatred of the Dragons' tyranny and oppression of mortal. The effects of the shout caused the immortal children of the god of time to crash to the earth as they were force to experience the concept of mortality. With this new weapons over the dragons, the three Nord heroes, Hakon One-Eye, Felldir the Old and Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, fought Alduin at the battle at the summit of the Throat of the World, before Felldir used an Elder Scroll to banish Alduin from the flow of the Time, creating the Time Wound.
With this decisive victory over the dragons, mankind continued in its rebellion, eventually overthrowing the Dragon Preist and forcing the survices of the Dragon Cult to scatter and hide in various places through Skyrim, even as mankind continued to slay the remaining few dragon dragons.
And although Dragon War had happend centuries before he was proclaimed Dragonborn by the Grey Beards, Talion had come across many of them as lichee in his travels and in his early years he had found them to be the most powerful foes he had face. And it was around that time many centuries ago that the Dragonborn had secceded in reviving the ancient order. Many had advice against him being back the Dragon Cult, but he had argued the Dragon priest worshipped Alduin and by extension Akatosh, and as the Akatosh's strongest heir and the ruler of Dragonkind it made perfect sense that members of the Dragon Cult would follow him.
And he had been right. After traveling through out Tamriel and Akavir in search of the Dragon Preist emples, the Dragonborn had managed to recruits over five hundred Dragon Preist to his order. And each and everyone had served him fatefully, without question.
After making his way across the courtyard, Talion made his was up the thousands of steps to the top. After making it to the top of the stairs he entered the chamber.
The chambers was a large elegent room, with several bright lanterns hanging on the walls and ceiling so a book could be read anywhere in the room. In the center, upon three stone daises, sat the glass case of the three Elder Scrolls. Making his way to the stone dais that held the Dragon Elder Scroll, the Dragonborn picked up the Elder Scroll and read it.