Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170701140145/@comment-7262318-20170710150133

"Everyone's days are numbered from their creation to their destruction," Delusul shrugged. He never understood the point of that phrase.

"But their failures are catching up with them. Do you remember the Seven Sins? It all started there. Kyrnil and his companions, failure after failure. Death after death. Genocide after genocide. West Skyrim is becoming a graveyard, and with every tombstone put into the ground, the faith slips even more. It's quite thrilling, really, to know everything is spiraling to one grand explosion of death and destruction that will end with Skyrim's people turning against the very hero they built..."

Delusul smugly laughed. "Though, I don't suppose you'd have any interest. You were born to know Order as your way of being. Although, you don't seem terribly stuck-up and pompous like your fellow Jyggalagians..."

"Hunting. I've been tracking down what remains of the Seven Sins and their believers," Vashar explained. "On top of all the contracts and demands for assassinations. Just a few average days in the office."

He shook his head. "I still haven't been able to locate my brother."