Crude rock turned to polished stone as Taywin searched. As he ventured deeper in the tight hall opened into a vast chamber. At the center a a large shrine to Hircine sat blood stained and forgotten, bones scattered across the floor. The shrine depicts Hircine surrounded by his many wolfs.
"Its here!" Taywin pushed into the room rushing into the chamber bone crunching underneath his feet.
Taywin ran his hands over the shrine making sure it was real. "Finally answers...Hircine answer my call, make me whole again! Bring peace to your servant!"
The chamber rumbled, the clattering bones rose to form skeletal wolves that pounced on Taywin their forms sinking into his flesh.
Taywin let out restrained screams, his eyes glazed over, his mind flooding with memories. Flashes of the silver hand stood over Taywins helpless body as he was chains to a table, blood and molten silver scattered over him as a women in dark robes chants. The vision goes black being replaced by a large werewolf raising silvered claws tears through other werewolfs. Again the image shifts the werewolf before Hircine himself, a battle waged between the two. The fight was quick as the wolf was cast to the dirt shifting back to show Taywins unconscious form. Vision returned to Taywin the chamber now empty.
A voice filled the air. "You were never my servant but an abomination created to see my fall. I cast you out just as i did all those years ago!" The shrine cracks as the room shakes again. "I shall hunt you for all eternity Silver Hound!" Howls echo through the chamber.
Taywin stumbled toward the entrance his mind swimming and body weak.
