After being ordained the Mages College's new Ach-Mage I decided to start my hunt for the fabled dragon priest masks and made the long journey back to Shearpoint to kill Krosis. What do I see upon arriving but a previously slain dragon perched up on the Word Wall. I kill it again just to eliminate the threat, and for some reason it gives me another soul. Kind of weird, but I'm too nervous and excited to question it. Just another soul to strengthen me in the upcoming battle.

Then I see him, outlined against the dark black of the Word Wall. Krosis. A long fight breaks out. After an entire store of health potions is depleted, and all my reserves of magicka are drained, I finally smite my foe and claim my prize. Then I turn around to loot those precious scales and bones and... where's the dragon body? I search everywhere, but there's no body to be found anywhere on this gods forsaken mountain. A lone fox foolishly makes its way onto the bloodstained battlefield and in my anger I launch it off the mountaintop in a fiery blaze.

I can hear the Word Wall chanting taunts at me as I sullenly reload my last save.