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Fifty years ago an Argonian by the name of Atheron Dark-Scales user of the gift of the voice to kill Alduin once and for all. Making friends with the Imperials, Dawn Guard, and the Companions, along with creating connections with the Mages Guild, Dark Brotherhood, and Thieves Guild. Since, he has been up in High Hrothgar studying the ways of the voice until one fatal day when a Fire Breathing Dragon along with the last of all the dragons attacked and destroyed High Hrothgar! Killing Atheron the Dragonborn and the Grey Beards. This dragon was me... I am Vospheng!

"Alduin awakened us for a reason!" Draconic words shot from the dragons mouth, Paarthanax lay dead a top the throat of the world and no Dragonborn stood to get in the way this time! "This world belongs to me!" The dragons bowed their heads and began chanting, and chanting... And Chanting! The group turned to ash and bone as the collapsed giving all their strength to the new king of Dragons! "NOW IM STRONGER THE ALDUIN COULD EVER BE!!!!" And with that Vospheng swooped off the ruins of High Hrothgar and proceeded to burn the lumbering village of Ivanstead!

Jorn (Yorn) Smith sat at home, a veteran Whiterun Guard who had just found out his wife was cheating on him with Belethor, the wealthy owner of Belethor's General Good Store. Smith held back tears, he had always been pathetic but to have your wife cheat on you for the last year without you knowing was a new low. A power in his throat began to surge, Jorn felt sad and mad and... "FUS!!!!" Furniture flew across the room, windows cracked, and Breezehome Shook. Maybe Vospheng did have something to worry about, a new Dragonborn. On the other hand, the new Dragonborn was super weak and pathetic.

Walks-Among-Smoke was just like any other mercenary. He basically worked for coin, but he didn't just work for the money. Walks-Among-Smoke actually quite enjoyed the action. He wore fairly light Elven Armor, but had no helmet on to let people see his face. He also carried two Elven War Axes as his main weapons.

Walks-Among-Smoke was walking through Whiterun one day when he notice a house just got smashed apart by some inside force. Walks-Among-Smoke was one of the first to arrive there, and that was where he found Jorn Smith. He looked like just a man, but was he a dangerous one. Walks-Among-Smoke didn't want to take the chances.

"Hmph, I wonder what I'll get out of dealing with you," Walks-Among-Smoke blurted out. He brandished his war axes to prepare for an attack.

Breezehome wasn't smashed to bits at all, the furniture was just jumbled about and the first floor windows were smashed. The front door was laying in the street and standing before the broken door was an Argonian, "sorry about that..." The Whiterun Guard held his helmet in his right hand, he was more surprised then anyone else. "Sorry about my door almost nailing you in the face," walking over to the Argonian Jorn collected the door and dragged it back over to Breezehome, it was time to get to work on repairing the door and replacing the Windows...

((Note: The house is 100% still standing lol.))

Sadur Abul was a Redguard bard hailing from Hammerfell, clad in the traditional leather armor of the style of his people, and wielding two daggers of the same style, he came riding into Whiterun one day. He had his horse held by the stablemaster of Whiterun as he went in. Upon entering the city he watched as a door flew out onto the street. "This looks like a fun place." He said with a grin. Sadur strode to the scene of the door murder and pulled out his lute and played a tune. It was an upbeat tune as Sadur enjoyed chaotic and mad things. The lyrics were barely understood by those who heard but said something about doors and dragons. (I posted with the wrong character)

(I kind of didn't mean "destroyed," just that there was commotion there.)

"Hmph, I don't know you enough to accept "sorry," Walks-Among-Smoke said. "And might what that magic was all about before I send you to the slammer?"

Propping the door up on the frame, "what are you talking about Mr Argonian? Dispite my wee accident here... I am a veteran member of the Whiterun Guard." Jorn headed inside, collecting some hammer, nails, and other such things and began trying to fix the door. "Can you hold this door for me Bard?"

"Sure thing" Sadur walked over and held it with his foot while still playing. "It's been a while since I've seen a flying door but still one of my favorite things" He chuckled to himself.

With the help of the Red Guard, Jorn was able to re-attach the door and the Windows would have to wait. "Thank you, here's ten gold... You deserve more but I'm gonna need a sack full of I'm headed to High Hro..." A few messengers entered the city to the south and began preaching about Vospheng destroying the temple of High Hrothgar and currently slumbering in the burning city of Ivanstead. "Can I ask you a question Bard?"

"The real question is can I answer it" He said "Ask away."

"How would one figure out if he was a... Ummm, I mean the Dragon-born???" Touching his throat he kept his voice low trying to keep his words only for the intended bard. After all bard knew much of stories, "I thought you may know something about this being a bard of the Solitude Bard's College..."

Sadur scratched his chin "Hmm. I suppose you would have to kill a dragon, then if you sucked up it's soul you would be. Or if you could shout. Also I have little to do with the college."

Looking at the sky, "HELLO!" The shout was normal, looking at the bard he looked confused, "the door I promise, I did shout..." He didn't know why he couldn't anymore, "ARGONIAN! You saw the Windows break, the door fly off the hinges, you heard the shout a few minutes ago right?"

"...Yeah... Yes I did," Walks-Among-Smoke responded. "I've never seen a power like that, but I've heard legends of the ones you refer to. Still, I'm not convinced it's more than a coincidence."

The Guard pointed to the Argonian and looked at the Red Guard, "see! I myself am a Nord... And I may not be the best swordsman or archer, I may not know a thing about magic or stealth, but I know the legends!"

"So the legends say that Kyne taught man to use the voice, which is a power that the dragons use. The dragons have their own language friend. Use it."

"I only know the word for FUS!" With that the Bard and the Argonian were pushed back and onto their backs with the force of the dragon's voice! "I am sooooo sorry guys!" Jorn went to help the Red Guard up first then headed over to the Argonian. "I was told when I was young the Dragonborn is trained by the Grey Beards, but if High Hrothgar is destroyed what do I do???"

"Why would I know? Sheoth might know but that's a long-shot. Haven't talked in years." Sadur seemed unfazed by the fact that he had just been laid on his ass by a word. He rubbed his chin and thought to himself.

"Hmph, you don't seem intentionally evil, but you still seem dangerous," Walks-Among-Smoke mentioned. "I'm not sure if I want to be around you, but if that was any indication, maybe the legends are true."

"I really am sorry..." The Whiterun Guard walked in his home, "come in both of you, let me get you some Nord Mead!" Jorn opened two bottles of Mead and began to pack, he was going to learn how to properly use and control this gift! "So who is this Sheoth?? And do you think the College of Winterhold will know anything??"