Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150602194428/@comment-3293219-20150606005711

Isaiah's book was published in the Imperial City but dismissed as slander by many, the Redguard's writings were nearly banned but Mother Ashna herself forbade it, for unknown reasons...

Though Isaiah's book was rejected by the population of Tamriel, many free thinking scholars began to study it and it wasn't long before more eye witness accounts and it eventually grew a cult following.

Though Mother Ashan was eventually canonized, Isaiah's word was heard by those who were willing to hear it, immortalising the Redguard's account for centuries to come...

After a currently untraceable amount of time...
It started with nothing, as it should, death had embraced him and so, he waited in the darkness as he subconsciously waited to move on to Aetherious, hoping to see his Son, Nissa and all of the others he'd lost along the way.

After a while, some time passed and he noticed a flicker of light at the center of his retina. It started off small, like a pin prick but slowly expanded and exploded into a blinding white.

Isaiah, yes that was his name... It came back so clearly, so suddenly, along with other images of varying importance but there was no clear picture. What was happening? What would become of him?

The Priest lay helplessly as the light shimmered all around him and enveloped him in what could only be described as a holy light. Isaiah couldn't help but feel fear, to a degree as he felt himself being torn from the clutches and normality of death and he began to take form once again...

Then there was nothing, black... Silence... No, wait, there was noise but it was so hard to focus on. Was it voices? Wind? Gulls? He could hear people muttering, speaking around him as he felt the cold, hard ground dig into his hip.

Pain... A sensation that he surprisingly missed... His head was throbbing from being pressed against the stone, his hip ached and was bruising from sleeping on the ground...

It was then that he felt the sharp toe of a Guardsman's boot jab him in the back, making him stir in his sleep.

"Wh-Whugh..." The Redguard slurred as his eyes opened, only to be immediately overwhelmed by the bloom of the morning sun. He slowly rolled onto his back, to see an Imperial Guard and several concerned bypassers staring down on him and his naked form.

"Sir... You know that we don't allow people to sleep in the streets and nudity isn't tolerated. Maybe in Daggerfall but not here!" The Guard announced, official as always, though it just made Isaiah's head throb.

"Wh-What... D-Dacian?" He slurred, yes, he remembered being with the Breton, he gave him his powers before he was possessed by the Tyrant.

The Guard sighed as he saw the presumably drunken fool slur and murmur on the ground some more before he was grabbed by the arm and pulled to his feet.

"C'mon old man... Let's get you to the Castle before you embarrass yourself further..." He sighed as a kindly Priest threw a brown sheet around Isaiah's shoulders and the delirious Priest was escorted away.

He wasn't aware of it yet and he could not have foreseen it but a new chapter had begun in Isaiah's life...

