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-8th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 202-
After two long months...the time had finally come. Two months of preparing, training physically and mentally for the final battle and it paid off in the best ways imaginable. Landing in the courtyard of High Hrothgar was Paarthurnax, who's landing gained the attention of the Greybeards who soon came out into the courtyard as Rahgol got off his adoptive father's back.
"Master Paarthurnax! Dragonborn!" Arngeir exclaimed, speaking for the rest who all stood in silence. They began to kneel, showing unparalleled respect to Paarthurnax, and probably even Rahgol. "Two months...we heard Alduin, the Dragonrend Shout. Is she defeated?"
"No." Rahgol said with a shake of his head. "She has declared war upon all mortals of Skyrim and given a date for me to face her or else she will bring about Armageddon. I've spent the last two months training to grow stronger to face her for the final time. On the 17th of the Last Seed, Alduin wants me to face her in Sovngarde for our final fight, I need to find her portal to it."
Arngeir looked at Paarthurnax for confirmation, who nodded sadly. Arngeir spoke in a soft yet melancholic tone. "I feared as much. I thought it was her we saw flying towards the east after your battle. If this war starts, it's truly the beginning of the end times…"
"I do have a way to get to her fortress...but I don't know where it is." Rahgol huffed in annoyance. "I'll need to speak with a Dragon and see if they know where Alduin's portal is."
"We are not warriors. What is overlooked in the Dragonborn is not permitted to any other followers in the Way of the Voice." Arngeir said.
"I'll worry about capturing the Dragon. Jarl Balgruuf can help me with that since Dragonsreach was built to hold a Dragon. But the Civil War will get tin the way of things." Rahgol said.
Angeir shook his head and said. "You misunderstand our authority. The Greybeards have never involved themselves in political affairs."
"Jarl Balgruuf won't help me while the war rages." Rahgol pointed out to him.
"I see. The dragon will lead you to Alduin, but without the Jarl's help..." Arngeir muttered.
"The Joor respect the Greybeards. Wuth ahrk onik. They will cannot ignore the Dovahkiin and the threat Alduin poses either." Paarthurnax said. His words made Arngeir nod and he turned to Rahgol.
"Our master has made the decision to help you. This is the road we have to walk. Even the Greybeards must bend to the winds of change it seems. So be it, tell Ulfric, General Tullius and everyone else you find important for this meeting that we would like to speak to them. We will see if they still remember us. We will host the peace council."
Rahgol nodded before he looked at Paarthurnax, who nodded. "You are ready to test that Thu'um. You are ready to unlock that side of you for good now. Stin faal Dovah ko hi."
Rahgol nodded and took a few steps back before he shouted. "SIL FEN DOVAH!"
The Shout's effect was instant. Rahgol groaned and began to change, the Greybeards stepping back in shock and surprise as Rahgol transformed from a mortal man...into a very dark red borderline black scaled dragon with straight horns on his head and a line of spines that reached from his head all the way to the tip of the tail and matching wings with a membrane the color of darkness. His claws and talons were the darkest color of black and his scales had a distinct shape that looked like he could stab anyone that got too close with them. Like Alduin and Paarthurnax, he had four legs instead of two hind legs.
(AN: If you want a better description, think a smaller version of Smaug with the scale colour mentioned above.)
The Greybeards were in awe as Rahgol shook his massive frame and looked his body over with an appreciative hum. "Zu'u med daar buld kung. Zu'u fraan zos stin enook tiid Zu'u vuldak." He said, his voice deeper and animal-like with a growl added to it. He looked at Paarthurnax. "I will return soon."
With that, the Dragon Rahgol spread his wings and took off into the air, flying in a direction.
Rahgol's first destination was Whiterun, he landed outside the city which got the guards nervous and aim their arrows at him only for their eyes to widen when the Dragon before them shrunk down and changed into the Dragonborn!
"Dragonborn!" One of the guards said in shock as Rahgol walked towards the city doors.
"Yep, it's me." Rahgol said with a smirk, enjoying their shock as he entered the city. As soon as he was in, he used the Whirlwind Shout to appear at Jorrvaskr. There, he saw Aela eating a slice of bread outside but his sudden appearance made her jump and she began to laugh in excitement.
"You're alive!" Aela exclaimed. "Tow months of no word!"
"Sorry, but we don't have a lo of time for catching up, Aela." Rahgol said seriously and Aela immediately got serious and nodded. "I need you, Farkas and Vilkas to go to High Hrothgar as soon as possible. You have four days to appear there."
"But-" Aela tried to say but Rahgol cut in.
"Just go. All will be explained there, Alduin isn't dead and this isn't over."
Aela was silent before she nodded. "Alright, I'll search for them." With that she ran into the home of the Companions while Rahgol went to his house in Whiterun, Breezehome, and entered. He went upstairs and took off what was left of his Daedric armour, and pulled out his Dragonbone armour and weapons. Rahgol smirked before he got changed.
Exiting his house a few minutes later, Rahgol left his home, now ready.
-12th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 202-
Rahgol entered High Hrothgar, having done what he needs to do. He had given back the Daedric weapons he had to the ones who had given them, though what was strange to him was that Azura, Mephala and Meridia didn't put up much of a fight when he returned their gifts to them, refusing to use them in his final fight with Alduin and be influenced by them. Of course all three still spoke of their desires to have him as their sex slave or bed warmer for eternity which Rahgol said will NEVER happen.
Upon entering the monastery, Rahgol was greeted by Arngeir."So, a lot of people are present in these halls whose stones are dedicated to peace. I should not have agreed to host this council. The Greybeards have no business involving ourselves in such matters. But, we cannot ignore our master, and the Dragonborn himself." He said.
"If they want to survive to see the next month...they'll listen." Rahgol said and Arngeir nodded.
"Our normal council table is too small to fit everyone, so we've decided to do it out in the open, in the courtyard. We've made all the necessary arrangements. Take your seat at the table that has been set there and let us hope we can make an agreement." He said. Rahgol nodded.
"You won't regret this Arngeir." Rahgol said, while walking with them towards the courtyard. When they were in the open, Rahgol felt the rays of sunlight that felt heavenly in this cold weather. He saw lots of people talking with each other. Jarls, guards, Tullius, Ulfric, Legate Rikke, Galmar Stone-Fist, Ulfric Stormcloak, the Blades, Tolfdir, Faralda and Phinis, the Companions, Lydia, but no Thalmor, surprisingly. Which was good, Rahgol really didn't need them interfering in this.
As he arrived, he was greeted by a few people. "So, Harbinger, wanna tell us what's going on here?" Aela asked as she stood with Farkas and Vilkas.
"Soon. But let's just say that if this doesn't go well, the Dragosn will kill us all." Rahgol said seriously. It was a satisfying enough answer as Aela nodded and Rahgol looked around before he spotted a familiar soldier with Tullius and Rikke...Hadvar. He walked towards the trio who noticed him.
"So you have arrived." Tullius began. "The Dragons finally deciding to attack us head on eh?" Rahgol nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, their leader gave me the ultimatum two months ago and I've been preparing to face her for the final time. She plans on bringing about Armageddon come the 17th, I would've had this done earlier but I had to get stronger for the inevitable fight. No one will be able to stand against Alduin's army, that's why there needs to be a truce."
Tullius frowned. "That won't be simple, and I'm not going to surrender to that traitor if you think that."
"That's not what i'm saying." Rahgol said before looking at Hadvar. "It's been too long, Hadvar."
"That it has Rahgol." Hadvar said as they shook hands. The last time they actually saw each other was the day they escaped Helgen.
"Don't think because you saved the Dragonborn and are on the same status as me that it makes you better." Rikke said with a faint blush, which caused Rahgol to raise an eyebrow before he saw the secret look passed between the two and smirked knowingly. Tullius shook his head with a sigh.
"I've just become a Legate, and I'm assigned as Tullius's personal guard." Hadvar said excitedly.
"And I think more than that happened." Rahgol said, causing Hadvar and Rikke to blush and not make eye contact or speak. Rahgol looked around and saw Ulfric with Galmar and Ralof. Rahgol was surprised to see him as he thought he had died at Helgen. Rahgol then spotted Balgruuf and Irileth, who were just eyeing everyone. Excusing himself, Rahgol walked over to them.
"Balgruuf." Rahgol greeted upon approaching them. Irileth also looked at him. As always, her gaze was cold and fierce, but Rahgol could see a glimpse of a smile. He shook their hands. "Thank you for coming, both of you."
"I was just as surprised to hear that you had summoned me to High Hrothgar." Balgruuf said with a chuckle.
"Yes, but...I must speak with you after this council." Rahgol said seriously, getting a nod from the Jarl of Whiterun. After talking with him some more, Balgruuf went to his seat with Irileth. Rahgol watched everyone when he felt a hand on his shoulder and tensed, internally groaning when Delphine's voice spoke up.
"It's been a while, Dragonborn." He looked to see her and Esbern standing there.
"That it has." Rahgol said gruffly. "Many things have happened since we last saw each other."
"Alduin is still alive isn't she? Otherwise you wouldn't have called for this meeting…" Esbern said. "I expected nothing less from a god."
Delphine snorted at his words. "Alduin can be slain. She's not that strong. Rahgol here defeated her in battle, otherwise she wouldn't have retreated."
"yes, we battled two months ago but she is still alive. She dominated that fight." Rahgol said seriously as he looked at Delphine. "I spent the last two months training mentally and physically for my next fight with her... the final one between me and her."
He knew that only one of them was walking away from that fight alive...no matter how much he loved her.
"is there any way to kill her? As well as the rest?" Delphine growled, and rahgol was annoyed with her hate of Dragons. He wondered what she's say if she learned he can become one now at will.
"I do not intend to slay every Dragon that roams these lands. They also have the right to live, just like us. Now, I'm fairly sure that you disagree, but starting an argument with you is not what I want. The meeting will begin shortly, so I would appreciate it if you took your seat at the table." Delphine sighed and walked away from him. Esbern gave Rahgol a reassuring smile.
"The Dragons have committed numerous injustices you know? They have to pay the prize for it." The old man said, while going towards Delphine. Rahgol glared at them as they walked. Who were they to decide who dies and lives? Everybody deserves a second chance, even Dragons. Rahgol was now fully accepting the idea of killing them when this is all over with... if he's alive by then.
"Hey Rahgol! How's your 'girlfriend'?" Rahgol groaned before he turned around and smirked at Lydia.
"We agreed to never speak of that night." Rahgol said, knowing she was referring to the night he and Lydia got drunk with a Daedric prince and he woke up with a very bad hangover and had done a lot of shit in the night. "it's good to see you again."
"You too." Lydia smiled. "I suppose you were busy for the past two months."
"Yeah, busy up here training." Rahgol chuckled before he hugged her and she hugged back. "It's really good that you're here."
"i'm here to support my best friend...next to Aela, I mean." Lydia huffed, causing Rahgol to chuckle as they broke the hug. rahgol looked over at Arngeir who nodded at him and Rahgol nodded back.
Rahgol and Arngeir stood at opposite sides of the tables, Lydia standing behind Rahgol, ready if anyone attacked her Thane. Looking to the sky, Rahgol shouted. "FUS RO DAH!" Immediately everyone stopped with what they were doing and looked at him. "Thank you all for coming. Now please sit."
The table was a large rectangular table, with round points on each end. Everyone took their seat; Tullius' side to Rahgol's right and Ulfric's side to his left. The Companions took their seat to Rahgol's right and the Blades sat also on his right side. At the Imperial's side, there was still a seat left and that was for the Thalmor, who aren't here. The winds were calm, quiet even, which was surprising. As if they were afraid of the violent storm of voices that would surely echo around High Hrothgar. Powerful voices from noblemen, warriors, mages, all sitting in front of a table that symbolizes peace. Arngeir decided to start the meeting.
"Now that everyone is here, please take your seats so we can begin. I hope that we have all come here in the spirit of…" There were gasps and shrieks from the Stormcloak side. Ulfric stood up, furious.
"No, you insult us by bringing her to this negotiation?! Your chief Talos-hunter?!" Ulfric was pointing his finger accusingly at Tullius, who rolled his eyes. Rahgol sighed, while Elenwen approached the table with her guards. While Tullius, Ulfric and the rest of the Imperial and Stormcloak side continued bickering,
Elenwen looked at Rahgol with a sneer. "People refer you as a hero, but you are nothing but scum. You are being accused of killing many of my guards. You are being accused of having infiltrated my embassy and stealing valuable information while you were a guest at my privileged meeting. You even have allied yourself with the Blades…" She was looking at Delphine and Esbern. Those two pairs of eyes looked calm, but hatred was swimming in those irises. "I hereby declare you guilty on all accounts and sentence you to eternal captivity in Auridon." Rahgol's allies and the Stormcloaks all stood up, unsheathing their weapons.
"He is going nowhere, Thalmor bitch." Aela growled, bow in hand. The Thalmor guards also unsheathed their weapons, ready to fight.
"You have no right to arrest the Dragonborn! Go back to your own lands that sprouted the filth called High Elf!" Lydia roared angrily, pointing her steel blade at Elenwen.
"SILENCE!" Rahgol shouted, his voice booming loudly with the Thu'um added toit and causing thunder and lightning in the sky, showing just how powerful he was now. His command silenced everything. Rahgol looked at Elenwen with a glare. "I don't give a flying fuck what you think or what you want, I'd like to see you arrest me, let's see how you and everyone else in Skyrim fairs on the 17th without me when Armageddon arrives."
"What are you talking about?" Elenwen asked with a frown while everyone else looked to Rahgol for answers.
"Two months ago you all no doubt felt the very ground shaking?" Rahgol asked and they nodded. "then it went away...that was me battling the leader of the Dragons, Alduin, the World-Eater, the Firstborn daughter of Akatosh and Mara. Believe me, the stories and tales they tell of her power are true. I battled her but we ended up in a stalemate. Alduin has decalred war on Skyrim and all who live in it. She plans on unleashing her Dragons come the 17th of the Last Seed unless I face her."
"My that is some news."
Everyone looked upon hearing that voice and saw something very unusual appearing. He was a Dunmer, that was easy to see. However, his eyes were orange and his skin was greyish, instead of the usual black. He gave a smile and I immediately noticed the fangs. He was a Vampire…
"I hope I'm not interrupting, but when I heard people talking about an urgent meeting hosted by the Dragonborn, Lord Harkon insisted me to go there." Ulfric stood up, eyeing the Vampire accusingly.
"You dare… A Vampire holds no place in this meeting. Go back to your petty cave, bloodsucker. Or, I'll just kill you right on the spot." The Vampire just smirked.
"No need to be hostile, Jarl Ulfric. I'm merely helping you." Ulfric was surprised to hear that.
"State your business Vampire. I want to know exactly why you are here." Tullius said.
"You bloodsucking scum should be brought down for good." Farkas growled. Aela smacked him on the head. She glared at him, probably because a Vampire could smell traces of Werelwolves, even when they have been cured. Well, not Aela though; she's still a Werewolf.
"My name is Garen Marethi, and as you already know, I am a Vampire. I'm here by Lord Harkon's orders to attend this meeting. Of course, it is in our best interests that we make a temporary peace with each other so we can fight those nasty reptilians without fearing an army of Imperials, Stormcloaks or Thalmor at our doorstep…" The Vampire then looked at Rahgol. "Continue, Dragonborn."
"I'm very tempted to kill you right now just for interrupting me." Rahgol growled, which just made the Vampire smirk wider. Rahgol looked at everyone. "But yes, as I said before the bloodsucker interrupted, the Dragons have declared war unless I face Alduin. But I need the Imperials and Stormcloaks to form a truce and work together in case Alduin was bluffing and has her Dragons attack before that day."
"That's like surrendering to the enemy! I will never surrender to Imperial scum!" Galmar yelled, raising his fist. The Stormcloak guards cheered with him, until Rahgol spoke again.
"You people have no idea what's coming, do you?" Rahgol asked calmly and everyone listened. "The Dragons that will attack will not be lesser Dragons, but Alduin's strongest, ones she has brought back, ones that were the most dangerous and powerful during the Dragon War. You think a Lesser Dragon is though? Try a Legendary Dragon. I've faced and killed many, but those fights were always difficult. Believe me, one Dragon is a challenge...three or five will destroy you and any settlements around in minutes. you may be facing 10 or 20 Dragons in each city... Think of what they can do should you be arrogant enough to take them on alone."
people whispered and looked at each other but went silent as Rahgol spoke.
"the only way this can end...is if I go to Sovngarde and battle Alduin herself. She is waiting right there at this moment, waiting for me to come to her, gathering her strength. She says she'll call off the attack if I come to her...but I want you to be prepared just in case."
Some people nodded, clearly understanding and agreeing. "What are we supposed to do?" Balgruuf asked.
"Set aside your differences. Now you can remain prideful and unwilling to listen, but that will cost you your life. Your choice, but you will also let your people down."
Ulfric shook his head. "I will not listen to people who submitted to High Elven bastards."
"And I will not listen to a murderer of his own people." Tullius said afterwards. rahgol was feeling more angry than every before at these idiots letting their pride and egos get in the way of the bigger pictures.
"Stop!" Esbern said as he stood, cutting into the argument. " Are you so blind to our danger that you can't see past your petty disagreements? Here you are arguing about… nothing! While the fate of the land hangs in the balance!"
Ulfric gave Delphine a look."He's with you right? If so, I advise you to tell him to watch his tongue."
"I advise you Ulfric, to listen to what he has to say." Rahgol cut in, just to hear what Esbern had to say. Ulfric looked at him with curious eyes, as if he was studying me. Esbern decided to continue his speech.
"Don't you understand what the return of the Dragons means? Alduin has returned! The World-Eater! Even now, she devours the souls of your fallen comrades! She grows more powerful with every soldier slain in your pointless war! Can you not put aside your hatred for even one moment to face this evil? We are facing an Armageddon." Rahgol felt the Dragon within him rage at how Alduin was being talked about.
"A very pretty speech, but I think you're overestimating the danger here. My men have no problems in killing a Dragon." Elenwen stated proudly. Rahgol snorted, and Elenwen glared at me.
"You've met her yourself Elenwen. The destruction of the Thalmor Embassy…"
"That was Alduin!?" Elenwen's eyes widened as Rahgol nodded, while also giving her a satisfied smirk.
"Now you see the danger right? Alduin is not someone to be trifled with. She can be stopped before she starts this war, but we still need to prepare if that fails. So do me a favour, put your pride away and listen to your people who deserve to be protected."
"And how can I know if I don't get attacked by the love couple?" Ulfric asked, eyeing Tullius and Elenwen with disgust. The latter two looked horrified at the assumption.
"How dare you savage!" Elenwen yelled.
"How can I trust you Ulfric? You traitor of your own kind!"
"WILL YOU JUST LISTEN?!" Rahgol yelled, lightning striking the sky due to his Thu'um. "I don't really give a shit what issues you have. I don't give a damn how this war began, nor who's died in it, I don't care about anything concerning this war. You think mortal soldiers can easily best a Dragon? That they are dumb beasts? No! Dragons are far superior in terms of intelligence and fighting. Why else do you think the Dragon War went on as long as it did?! Make this truce until I've killed Alduin, then afterwards...I really don't give a fuck what you do after it."
"Mortals really are stupid." The Vampire piped up, getting a glare from Rahgol. The Vampire eyed him with a hint of malice in his eyes. "But before you all decide to gang up on me, I have to say something. I think it is more than reasonable to listen to the Dragonborn's pleas. It's no use bickering with each other while we face such a threat. The less you bicker, the more you can prepare. I can promise you, there will be no Vampire attacks during these times. You mortals and your petty squabbles, it sickens me. Well, you have my word. It's best that I leave now."
"Look at that, even a Vampire's smarter than you." Rahgol said to Ulfric and Tullius. "Are any of you gonna let a Vampire disgrace you?"
"Fine, but I don't want to spend any more time with those two." Ulfric said, standing up and pointing at Tullius and Elenwen. One by one, everyone left the round table. Most of them gave Rahgol a nod, before going through the door towards High Hrothgar. A few however, still stood; the Circle, Balgruuf and Irileth, the Blades, and the Greybeards themselves. The people around began to talk with each other, while Balgruuf, Lydia and Irileth approached Rahgol.
"Well that could've ended badly." Lydia joked.
"It went better than I expected." Balgruff commented with a smile. "So, you wish to speak business with me?"
Rahgol nodded and looked at him in a serious way. "I need your help to trap a Dragon in Dragonsreach." Rahgol would've laughed at the reactions he got if the situation wasn't that dire or serious.
"I must have misheard you. I thought you asked me to help you trap a Dragon in my palace."
"No you heard right." Rahgol said with a sigh. "One of Alduin's Dragons will know where her portal to Sovngarde is. It's the only way I can find Alduin."
Balgruuf sighed. "But how? How do you want to trap a Dragon in my palace?"
"My Jarl, Dragonsreach was once used to house a captive Dragon, during the time of Olaf One Eye. I'm sure that wooden headlock has something to do with this." Irileth suggested. Balgruuf nodded.
"Alright, I'll give it a look."
Rahgol nodded gratefully. "Thank you. I'll be at Dragonsreach as soon as I can."
Balgruuf and Irileth nodded. "I hope you know what you're doing." Irileth said, while she followed her Jarl towards High Hrothgar.
When they were out of eyesight, Lydia spoke."Well, I never expected you to come up with an idea like this. I didn't think you were that reckless. You are reckless, but trapping a Dragon in a city? Are you mad?"
Rahgol chuckled. "Maybe I finally have went mad." Lydia just laughed. Suddenly they heard Arngeir shout angrily and when Rahgol looked behind him, he saw Delphine and Arngeir face to face. Esbern, and the other three Greybeards were trying to calm them down, to no avail. Everyone ran towards them, wondering what the commotion was all about.
"How dare you treat a hideous beast as your equal! You Greybeards have no shame!" Delphine roared. She tried to grab her Akaviri Blades, but Vilkas was quicker and grabbed her wrist.
"Woman, don't threaten the Greybeards like that." He stated firmly.
Delphine pulled her arm free before replying: "Let me go you dog." Vilkas growled at that word and Rahgol quickly had to intervene to stop the conflict from escalating.
"What the hell is going on here?" Rahgol asked, while looking at Delphine. She was about to speak, but Arngeir cut her off.
"I am disappointed in myself. I shouldn't have let them take their seat here. The Blades only pose problems." He said quietly. Delphine growled at him. Hatred was written all over her face.
"Paarthurnax deserves to die! Justice must be served!" Rahgol narrowed his eyes at her words, not liking this. Delphine saw his reaction and frowned."You knew about this don't you! How dare you side with a Dragon! Haven't you learned anything from us?!"
Rahgol gave her a cold look. "Last I checked, you said the Blades served the Dragonborn, not the other way around. I don't listen to you nor do I work for you. So do NOT speak to me like i'm a child again. I'll make the decisions on which Dragon deserves to die and which deserves to live, and Paarthurnax deserves to live."
"I already suspected that you were getting soft on them, but willingly befriending them?! I am disappointed in you!" She balled her fist, and Esbern quickly grabbed her before she could punch Rahgol.
"i can make friends with whoever I like." Rahgol huffed coldly as he crossed his arms. "Paarthurnax saved my life when I was a child."
"Oh boo hoo! You suffered a bad life and chose to let a DRAGON brainwash you?!" Delphine yelled, making Rahgol wince at her banshee-like scream. he was really considering just killing her now and be done with it. "You are a traitor to your own kind!"
Rahgol glared at her. "I was abused for the first few years of my childhood my every mortal in my village. My mother, my father, and my siblings, hell even the other villagers. I was kicked, punched, beaten, burned, hurt, mocked, and laughed at! that stuck with me for all time and it will continue to stick with me until the day I die! I held no love for mortals of any kind, especially Nords. A Dragon chose to save my life, a Dragon chose to raise me as his own, a Dragon taught me things I wouldn't know if I wasn't found by him. And in case you've forgotten, i'm half Dragon, Dragons are also my kind as well."
Delphine shoved Esbern aside and grabbed her swords. "Paarthurnax has done numerous atrocities!" She shouted. Suddenly a low voice spoke up, effectively stopping Delphine and Rahgol from moving.
"Tell me joor, what kind of atrocities did I commit?" She looked to her right, seeing Paarthurnax for the first time in her life.
"Y-you…!" Delphine muttered, pointing her blade at him.
"I know fully well of the crimes I did. Genocide, torture, vandalism, even betrayal. You are wise not to trust me. Oni kaan ni ov. I even have difficulties in trusting one of my own kind." Delphine was shocked, and she wasn't the only one.
"Amazing…" Lydia muttered in awe. Rahgol felt the aura of wisdom from Paarthurnax, something Rahgol always felt when around Paarthurnax aside from the fatherly love.
"Master! Why have you come here! The Blades want you dead! You should go now!" Arngeir pleaded with desperation in his voice. Paarthurnax shook his head, silencing him.
"I can be trusted. I know this. But they do not." Paarthurnax pointed his claw at the surprisingly quiet Delphine and Esbern. "Onikaan ni ov dovah. It is always wise to mistrust a dovah. I have overcome my nature only through meditation and long study of the Way of the Voice. No day goes by where I am not tempted to return to my inborn nature. Zin krif horvut se suleyk. What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"
"B-but that still doesn't mean that you can live freely without paying for your crimes!" Delphine continued stubbornly. Paarthurnax saddened at that.
"I have lost many things. My mortal friends, my family and my pride. Isn't that enough payment?" Paarthurnax asked but Delphine just sighed and stormed out of High Hrothgar, Esbern following after muttering something.
"i hate the Blades." Rahgol growled before he took a deep calming breath and looked at everyone that remained. "It's time."
"Our support is with you, Dovahkiin." Arngeir said with a smile.
"Indeed, we stand by your side." Paarthurnax said afterwards before he leaned forward and pushed his snout into Rahgol's chest and Rahgol hugged his adoptive father around the snout. "Return to me, my son. Even if it must be with a heavy and pained heart."
Rahgol nodded before he walked into the courtyard and shouted a familiar shout. "SIL FEN DOVAH!"
Next chapter: Rahgol goes to Sovngarde with help from Odahviing and the final confrontation with Alduin approaches...
So yeah, Rahgol can now transform into a dragon thanks to a Shout he made. Took him two months with all of that time being focused on changing him and growing stronger both physically and mentally.
Dragon translation.
Wuth ahrk onik (Old and wise.)
Stin faal Dovah ko hi. (Free the Dragon inside you.)
Sil Fen Dovah (Soul Will Dragon)
Zu'u med daar buld kung. Zu'u fraan zos stin enook tiid Zu'u vuldak. (I like this form a lot. I feel free every time I change,)
The other ones were from the game and they have weird translations.