@Beran: HoD may have to stop soon, as we have not enough active players. Too many players have quit half way, and since our game is too far in the story, new players never really want to join.
Paarthurnax nods, and after several other disgruntled agreements form the other lords, he ferries the hosts one by one to the Throat of the World.It's certainly amazing, to be flying faster than any Apple pie, on a lizard bigger than a cabbage. He tells those whom he has ferried across to wait at a jagged overhang, and fend off any curious ice wraiths. The lords come using teleportation and other weird means, Sheograth having decided to get carried here by floating unicorns.
Eventually, Paarthurnax arrives with his last host. He takes several deep breaths as he recovers from the exhausting flight, Before saying "Come with me."
He hikes with you for several minutes, when a great rush of air causes echoes through the great sky.A shadow suddenly blacks out all the light, but a moment later, it is gone. Paarthurnax sniffs, his bony face showing him in deepest thought. Finally, he lifts his tail, thumping it into rocks, creating a loud cracking noise.
"Odahviing, there is no need to hide. These are friends, they have come to see the Dovahkiin. "
Another gust of torrenting air blows at you, forcing all of you to cover your eyes. Then a roar splits the air, and a jet of flame warms the frosty peaks. The dragon hooks it's talons into a rocky ledge, above you, at the plateau top.
"paarthurnax, are you out of your mind? The daedra, they are the harbringers of this war!"
"Odahviing, I have no choice! Do you want to be swallowed by the ancients?!"
"Gah! Let them come,I will kill them with my Thu'um!"
Their bickering is cut short, when another growl issues from behind your line of view. The two dragons freeze, before Odaviing trundles off. He come back in a moment, his eyes like slits
"Go in, daedra scum, he has called you"
Hircine snarls in anger, but Mora puts a hand on his shoulder. The group of you walk up the slopes. You notice you have never met Peryite, but that is quickly put out of your thoughts.
The sun is directly overhead, as round and as yellow as a cheese wheel. The rays of light glaze the surface of the rocks with glossy reflections, and you fancy you see Sheograth pulling a funny face at you through the icy reflection. But your whimsical ideas are put out when you see a great beast sitting in the middle of the plateau. It is twice a big as Odahviing . Perhaps it is the afternoon light, but the dragons appears to change in color and vibrancy, from sapphire blue to ruby red. It finally settles on a jade green, the tips of every polished scale emerald, The dragon' speaks to you, and it's voice rumbles like thunder.
"Daedra...hosts, I believe I understand the reason for you coming here."
Mephala steps forward, sending her intertwined memories over to the Dov, giving him full account of what happened. The Dov listens silently, and so quiet it becomes that the trails of voices from the bottom of the mountain can be heard, their voices carried on the wind. He finally cranes his neck, shaking his now pearl white shoulders as he stretches.
"I will help, or perhaps not, if one of the hosts gives me an accurate answer of what they stand and fight for. It cannot merely be the will of the daedra lords, for all must have their Thu'um heard," The dragonborn's great wings open, and his snow white wings catch the rays of the sun, his eyes watching you closely