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"Oh I'd certainly consider it," the dracolith says, licking its lips, "but we are getting ahead of ourselves."

"It is customary for a khana to duel his chieftain to the death, and so assert his dominance over the tribe, is it not? I should not wish to rob you of that right." The dracolith holds the thrashing chief aloft. He opens his mouth, and from his jaw pours forth a cloud of noxious fumes, enveloping the chief. The chief begins to jerk around, his movements becoming erratic, uncontrolled. His flesh begins to melt exposing the bones beneath. A unholy light fills his ribcage, travelling up his spine and into his mottled skull. His eyes shine forth like pinpoints in the cloud, and a bodiless moan fills the air.

The dracolith sets the possessed body of the once proud Karachodak upon the ground. Unfurling his massive black wings he turns to leave. "Let us see if you are truly as great a warrior as they say," he says in a parting taunt. "Battle your chieftain. Prove yourself. While you fight your battle, I shall busy myself enslaving your people..."

With that, he leaps into the air. As he flaps away, he shoots glistening green lines of acid into the streets below.

As fun as it is to use Skyrim's dragon tongue, I'll be switching back to English for simplicity. Assume the Dracolith continues to speak in draconic as long as you do, or until I say otherwise.

The Dracolith chuckles again. "So modest. Is this truly your great warrior, Old Scales? You are hardly the adversary I was told you would be." Through wicked teeth the monster sneers at you.

He continues to examine the squirming chief like a trinket or plaything, sniffing at him and dangling him in the air. He seems to only be showing partial interest in you. "I came here seeking vengeance on the one who would dare oppose me. 'A khana of great renown' I was told, 'a master huntsman, a leader to his people.' I can't see what all the fuss was about. Here I find you, your people in disarray, your army in a sad state, your village is pitiful, and you didn't even have the stones to kill your predecessor."

Now he looks intently at you, with a look that might be of mocking piety or condescendance. "Would you like me to finish him for you?"

"Hah hah hah!" the monstrous creature cackles menacingly, if it can be called cackling, when each utterance is like to split your eardrums. Then with a voice that shakes the earth, and makes your bones rattle, he shouts in Draconic: "Ahst lingrah laat Zu'u lost grind hi. Ahrk wuth vrii los voth hi? Studen." The creature bares its teeth in a ghastly grin.

"Ful daar los hin brod? Nust los tiiraaz sahvol fah joriin. Frolok ahst niin. Nust ahkrop neben dii jusk." You watch as the beast extends a claw. Previously unnoticed, one khana - maimed and bleeding profusely - frantically tries to claw its way towards you. Seeing its eyes full of terror, you suddenly realize who this creature is: Karachodak, previously Tar-kora of clan Krazx. The black beast's claw closes around the crawling form of the chief, who is lifted, flailing, into the air.

"Kah-gurr-nack" bellows the horrific beast, badly mangling your name, "Where aaaare you Kaaah-gurr-naaaaack?" Its voice is deep, ancient as the bones of the earth, but just listening to it hiss its terrible diction of common yes, it's speaking common, not Kuur-khain brings to mind images of death and decay.