You decide to help with the ritual. After all, this is why you climbed the mountain, regardless of whether or not these "greybeard" people recognize your potential. Perhaps if you do a good job, they'll even realize they have the wrong Dovah-dude.

The leader of the Greybeards instructs you to stand still in front of the man in the helmet.

"Now just as we practiced ... from the diaphragm," he says.

The man in front of you inhales deeply, then shouts "FUS RO DAH!" in a voice louder, and more powerful than you've ever heard. Your entire body reacts to the force of it, and soon every inch of you is in pain. You look down to your hands and see nothing but bone. Oh my, it seems you're being torn apart at the seams. That can't be good ...


Mike Kayatta is a contributing news writer for The Escapist and the author of John Gone. Paul Goodman is a loyal editorial assistant at The Escapist. Together, they fight crime.

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