*Hilt uses a deep and scratchy voice.*

"How dare you disturb the dragon's den! The fire of humanity (throws bone) shall engulf (bone) your doomed souls!"

*He chucks the last bone.)

*The preists get up from praying and look around, trying to find the source of the voice. They see the bones on fire and they all cast ebonyflesh. You see them wearing dragon cultists masks (From Dragonborn DLC with Miraak)*

"Mu lost draal wah hin eylok fah pogaan tik unslaad. Nu hi saag mu vodremt hi?"

*They all look at each other strangly, confused by this statement.*

"What the hell does that mean? Never mind!" 

*He takes out one last bone, and uses shock magic on it, he then proceeds to throw it, still under the effects."

*They remain unmoved. They all have magic armed in their hands, but strangly, a little frightened.*

"Wo los hi?!?!"

*Hilt casts a basic Magelight spell by one of them, and proceeds to make a growling noise.*

"My champions shall enter, and you will not harm them!"

*You hear a voice come from behind you both.*

"Champions, huh?"

*Hilt turns around*

"Indeed"

DovahKiinZaan

*Hilt turns around*

"Indeed"

*You turn around to see a cultist wearing the same mask. He casts paralysis on you both. You both fall to the ground, unable to move.*

"You think were stupid? What dragon speaks mortal to us? And the bone trick? Pathetic. We've been praying to Akatosh at one of his child's mound's for almost a year. You think we're foolish enough to believe that?"

*He turns you both on your back and puts a blindfold on you two. Later on, a gag and a set of ear plugs.*

*Hilt has one last trick up his sleeves. He shoots sparks at anything in his hands way.*

DovahKiinZaan

*Hilt has one last trick up his sleeves. He shoots sparks at anything in his hands way.*

*You feel youself being carried, then dropped as the sparks fly out. One its you in the head with a mace, knocking you out.*

*Time passes*

<can I do that?>

*You both wake up in shackles. The blindfold and ear plugs are removed, but the gag is still on. You see yourself in a room with several devoted cultists inside, looking at you dissappointingly. They're all speaking dovahzul to a priest, actually wearing the dragon preist mask "Konahkriik" and robes that look like an ancient dragon priest. To your left, you see an alchemists table and some ingredients lying around. Your right, a chest with your belongings inside next to a locked door. In front, a pathway into another room.*

*Hlit struggles, feeling as if attacking someone was a stupid idea.*

*The cultists look at you as you struggle and the priest speaks calmly.*

"If you struggle, you're only going to make it worse for yourself."

*Hilt stops, and flames appear in his hands, signalling what he could do to make it much more worse.*