Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191106235810/@comment-25828117-20191107212630

Nyasia was right. There was little to this false reality that could try to convince her but the next ring of the puzzle wouldn't be as easy. The world folded once more, shifting into place the next set and players.

She was sitting on the throne.

Old and wise. A lifetime of rule flashed before her. Her strengths and her weaknesses. What she had lost and what she had gained. All in all, not bad for someone who was over a hundred years old.

Her bones were britle and moving was difficult. She was still clear of mind however.

"Mother." A bearded man nearing his middle-age asked her.

"Can you tell me about that quest you went on to save Nirn?"