*Dinok appears behind dovahthur*

"What kind of narcissist calls himself dragon overlord?"

'You know not of my name's meaning.' He growls, 'Meyz, dii aar, krif ahrk dir fah hin in!'

An army of dragons fly out of the ground. The rock breaks and we fall into a small cave, now without a roof.

'Now, come and attempt to kill me!'

*Dinok laughs, and tries a mass bend will shout*

"You're name, you're a wannabe dragon priest"

'I am the original dragon priest!' He eyes flash with rage, 'And your petty shouts can do nothing to my slaves!'

'Tegal. Eyfur. Oblaan!' The Bend Will shout dissappeared.

*Dinok mentally gets worried, calm on the outside*

"I'm not dead yet, come at me like a man. And by shor you need to brush"

I turn and find a familiar door.

'Dinok. Look!' I point at the door, 'A Dragon Priest tomb.'

*Dinok smiles, and sighs-*

"Not this again..."

*The door pops open*

'Who has interupted my rest?!' He looks at me, 'You. Sauriil. Why did you awaken me?'

'It was Dovahthur.' I said.

'Dragon-Overlord?! Heresy!' He growls in rage.

*Dinok looks annoyed.*

"Yes, the Dovahthur. Or great draaf as I call him. Cut to the chase (informal dragon priest moment) how do we kill him?"

*Dinok looks to the side and whispers:*

"Dragon priest wannabe."

'When you saw me, you said my name. Do I know you?'

'Your daughter talked about you all the time. She described you and I recognized you instantly thanks to that.'

'My . . . daughter? When?' I stutter.

'I met her about a month ago.'

'She died decades before that! Besides why would she talk to you?'

'Your daughter is a dragon priest. She works for some other really powerful dragon priest.'

'Psytha . . . a dragon priest?' I look at Dinok, 'Do you know any dragon priestesses?'

'No need. I am here.' The female in the Daedric armor walks in.

I aim the Wabbajack at her . . . just in case.

'Wait.' She walks up to me, 'You're my father?'

'Yes. Do you not remember?'

'I . . . do not remember anything before last week. I woke up to find Dovahthur caring for me. He said he was my father and you, his brother, made him a monster. But how do I know you're not lying?!' She aims a fireball at the two of us.

'Psytha, please . . . just . . . just look deep inside of and remember.'

Psytha calms down and sits down. After a few minutes she looks up, 'I remember.'

*Dinok looks around, confused.*

"Wait, what is going on. Psytha, never heard of her, who was the priest? Really, Dovahthur?"

*Dinok looks at Psytha's hands, and smirks.* 

"Fire can't touch me, I'm cursed, ice melts and sparks reflect. Only special kinds of magic can work on me."

'Huh. I was cursed with weakness to Shock magic. Psytha it is good to see you.' I put my hand on her shoulder.'

'Yes. I did work for Dovahthur. Now I will help you kill him. You will have to destroy his sphere of magic. It's suicidal, literally. So I'll do it.'

'Psytha, no. I will destroy it. I lost you once; not again. I'm too old to live my life anyway.'

*Dinok sighs.*

"I will, I have nothing left, I've done anything. I'm ready to see Sovengarde, I'm ready to leap into the mouth of hell. If it kills people, then I'll take that fate. I swore to Mirkrilaar when I broke him out I'd protect the dov. If anyone destroys it, I will."

*Dinok pulls up his hood and scales appear. He grows considerably larger and turns into a red dragon.*

'Such power!' I then joke, 'Do you offer rides?'

My face turns to a face of sadness. 'Dinok, if nothing will change your mind . . . it has been an honor. You will die . . . unless I beat you to it.' I dissapear in a flash of light.

'Let us make the end memorable.' I draw my staff and teleport Dinok and Psytha to me, still in his Dovah-form. The Staff of Magnus appears in my left hand. I believe you Nords say something like this. Victory or Sovngarde!'

We charge at the army of Dragons and Draugr.

*Dinok shouts fire at the draugr, repatedly*

"You will not beat me to it!"