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"I am no king." Gerrick replied. He led the Crows into the throne room. All 50 or so of them followed his lead. "Moth King, we came here to request room and board. We desperatly need your help." He even did a quick bow as he approached the old wizard as a sign of respect. ''We will have to swallow our pride and stomach him for now. We need to rest up before we continue to the Black Fortress.''

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(@Helios: No problem. If you want I can take temporary control of your characters when you are away. You can leave any important plot details in my talk page.

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"Seems you saved me again." Jovron said as he laid back down. "That time in the Black Fortress and now after the battle."

"It's nothing, just my job as the Crow's healer." Medora said. "You were the one that saved me two days ago. If you had not been there those Orcs would have killed me for sure."

Jovron smiled. He may not remember the fight she mentioned but it made him feel good to have helped the Altmer after having owed her for healing him before. He looked over at her and for a moment thought he saw her blushing, however he couldn't be sure because of the blue tint of the light they were under. It's probably just my imagination.

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As Perien reached the altar he knelled facing the Primate. The long red and gold cloak he was wearing clovered most his body. The Primate picked up the crown that Perien had made for him to wear, he made sure it was more ornamated than his previous one.

The priest started to speak. "In light of the Nine, stands before us today Perien La Rouche. King of Daggerfall and Duke of Wessen Hills. Bless him Akatosh as I place the crown of High Rock on his brow. For Perien is the lawful High King. Bless him Akatosh so that his reign is long and prosperous. Bless him Akatosh with all your glory so that his name may forever be remember as High King Perien La Rouche of High Rock." He placed the crown on top of Perien's head. "Rise now, High King Perien. Let your people see you."

Perien stood up and turned around, the people in the Great Chapel cheered. He grinned and reached his right hand into his cloak. Most didn't know why he was doing this, not until he pulled it out. He drew the sword that had been strapped to his waist, it had been hidden by the cloak until now. He held it out in front of him, grabbing the hilt tightly. The red sword of the Kings of Shornhelm. "Flamerend!" He yelled as he drew it.

The crowed had not expected that and cheered for their new High King. The sword may only have belonged to the past two High Kings, but it had gained quite the reputation during the Stormcrown Rebellion when Darius Septim, then called Daric Lariat, wielded it.