Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150323035824/@comment-11457306-20150324012814

Pris closed her journal and replaced the quill in the inkwell, then straightened, stretching her aching back. She could see the hall was fully darkened now and her stomach rumbled. She'd been at it for hours, recording her notes for...well, she wasn't sure for whom she was recording them. She wasn't altogether sanguine that anyone would survive the era of the Legendaries. She was operating from habit, she supposed, or training. One should always record one's notes.

She was sure of one thing though. There was a connection between the arrival of the new silver moon and the Legendaries. For night after night she had observed it with her keen eyes through the spyglass she had modified to give her even longer range of vision. Mounted on one of the remaining walls of High Hrothgar, it gave her a clear view of the object in the sky--on those nights when the ash and clouds cleared enough for her to see. Here above the rest of Nirn, in the thin air, those clear views were far more frequent than down below.

She was certain that the silver object was not a moon.