Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180220143037/@comment-24736819-20180405215946

"Of course. Clearly, you have the upperhand in this battle.", Sgaioleadh chuckled as she pulled the strings of fate and fortune, "That's why we barged in so easily and that's why my Sisters are destroying this cursed place without much resistance from your men."

She kept approaching the God of Tricks, seemingly without any regard for his theatrics.

"You see, everytime I go somewhere I always get what I want. The locals are always so helpful.", she added, nodding towards Ortis' shoulder.

The thing that the nordic god didn't knew is that ever since Sgaioleadh had arrived in Whiterun, she had been pulling the strings that held the city's inhabitants together and not a single one of them would be able to harm her... in no time, her influence would grow stronger and a little hatred for Ortis begun to be instilled into the nords' core.