Climbing quickly, you reached the window and pulled yourself up through the opening. What you saw inside was incredible, the place was so monstrous within it looked like a roofed city within a city. The ceiling was high and dark, it looked almost like the night sky hung in suspension, above trapped castles of milky white marble. You crouched in the window, dumbfounded as you looked on, almost forgetting you needed to get Gheryn in as well. You dropped down to the floor, the sound bouncing around in the temple, echoing and becoming distorted. You made your way over to the bronze doors, they weren't blocked. Maybe Gheryn was right and age was the only thing holding them shut.

You climbed back up to the window, leaning out, "Gheryn! The doors are completely stuck! Can you climb?"

"I suppose I can try--" you could hear the worry in his voice, "I'm not an acrobat like you, though! Also, I'm quite terrible with unstable heights..."

"Just try, we climbed a mountain to get here, didn't we?" you called back, "I'll grab your hand and pull you in once you're close enough! Here--" you dropped down a rope you previously had in your belt, "I'll tie the other end and you can use it to climb!"

You disappeared from the window after tossing one end to Gheryn, looking for a place to tie the rope. Your eyes fell on a silver sculpture of a dragon's head, you leapt over and secured the rope on its horns.

"The rope's secure now, Gheryn!" you called down, "Start climbing!"

Gheryn looked hesitant, "Are you sure about this?"

"Just don't let go of the rope and climb!"

"Alright, alright," he said, gripping the rope and planting his feet against the outer wall.

You grabbed him as soon as he was within reach, dragging him through the window. His hands were shaky, you lowered him to the temple floor before going to untie your rope from the sculpture head.
You pulled your rope from its silver horns, hearing a quiet click, and in a silent necropolis, even such a small sound felt dangerously significant. You paused for a bit, listening, but nothing happened.

"What's the matter?" Gheryn asked.

"Nothing," you answered, dropping down, "let's take a look at this place."

The interior of the temple was even more incredible than the exterior, the elaborate pillars which held up the ceiling rose high, reaching into the dark, even your sharp eyes had difficulty making out their details.

"It will fall night time soon, and no light will come from this old place," Gheryn said, lighting a torch, "Here, we best each carry one of these."

Taking up the torch, you followed Gheryn away from the entrance, making your way deep into the temple city.

Looming likenesses of dragons almost seemed to guard the place, looking down on the wide passages. They stood above you as you walked, seeming to watch you sternly with their carved eyes and vacant gazes. Gheryn was able to translate a few of the names, most of which were in New Draconic as he called it, suggesting they were later burials who likely died long after Silmirnil herself. Names like Lapisaax, Furorseax, and Caelumaax were inscribed at the bases of the statues, none of which you were familiar with.

"So, where are all the dead dragons that are buried here?" you asked, looking around, "So far all I've seen is the statues."

"We're walking a memorial path at the moment," Gheryn replied, "the real dragons are in their tombs, much deeper in the mausoleum."

"So this isn't a temple, it's a mausoleum?"

Gheryn chuckled, "Every building in this city is a mausoleum, my friend. They all shelter tombs within them, this one may be a temple as well, but in a necropolis such as this, all the structures you see are mausoleums."

"How big is this place?" you asked.

"A lot bigger than we probably think," he replied.

After the temple had grown quite dark, spare the torches the two of you carried, you began to hear noises. Quiet ones, here and there, not loud enough to be heard while you were talking. Your hair stood on end, even though deep down you were certain it was just wind from the outside, hissing, moaning and echoing through cracks in the old stone. Eventually, you came to a door that looked older by design than the rest, another placard hung near it, but it was too damaged to read properly. The both of you made an effort to push the ancient door open, it grated and groaned loudly as it relented, making your skin crawl.
Beyond the door was a disturbing sight, but not an uncommon one for adventurers such as yourselves. Skeletons lay scattered on the floor along with hollow-looking corpses and various items that had previously belonged to them.

"What in the name of the gods happened here?" you grimaced, looking at the strangely deformed skulls at your feet.

"I don't know," Gheryn said, picking up a dagger and looking it over, "all I could make of the message by the door was the name 'Wah-aam-dov', which, could have actually been a title..."

"Look at that!" you pointed Gheryn's gaze to a statue in the center of the room that towered over both of you.

It was a collosal statue of a humanoid figure, a strange mask covered its face and it was depicted as clothed in fine robes. At the foot of the statue was an elaborate stone coffin, with a mask like the one on the statue emblazoned on its lid.

"'Wah-aam-dov'," Gheryn repeated, looking up at the statue, "'To-serve-dragonkind'."

"So, who was this 'To-serve-dragonkind'?" you asked.

"A Dragon Priest, a mortal who served the dragons directly when they were divinely revered, I suppose that's why we'd find one here in a dragon mausoleum," Gheryn replied, "These corpses must have been his disciples, perhaps they came to Draconecropolis to pay homage to him, or perhaps the dragonslayers banished them, locking them away here to rot."

"Well, that's no less than terrifying," you shuddered.

"Indeed, let's move on. We're past the memorials now, the resting places should be dead ahead."

"Don't say dead, not now, not even here..."

The two of you pressed on, the amount of nameless corpses strewn on the stone floor dwindled as you made distance from the tomb of Wahaamdov. Neither of you knew how long you'd been inside the temple, but you had provisions enough to last you awhile, but that wasn't your main concern, you worried that some of the dead in this necropolis weren't really as dead as they should've been.
Ahead, you could make out a huge set of pillars, holding up an arch, their surfaces covered in weird symbols in a twisting, knot-like script. A faint light glowed from beyond the arch, illuminating an ancient burial mound that the entire room was completely constructed around.
Gheryn walked slowly closer to the place, as if in a trance, a shudder raced up your spine.

"Here lies she whom dragons called queen, and men called goddess. Silmirnil the Shining, bride of the World-Eater, Alduin the Black. By the blade of a cunning mortal was she slain. No trespass must disturb her in slumber eternal..."