Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-17114085-20150909112726

(@Lone: Idk, it was not me that made them friends. That was you, so it is kind of your job to explain that relationship.

@Zoor: It has been over 2000 years since the events of Skyrim, so no doubt it was rebuilt.)

Valgeir looked at the Gildergreen in silence after Kyne left, while the citizens and the Hawk Priests offered prayers to the Storm Goddess. He seemed happy to have been able to see the goddess again, but sad that she had gone so soon.

"Father." Kyrnil called to him, grabbing his attention. "How do you know so much about these Elder Scrolls?"

Valgeir smiled. "Well, before I joined the Companions in my youth, I was an adventurer. I traveled throughout Skyrim, High Rock and Cyrodiil. It was in the latter that I learned of the Moth Priests and their obsession with the artifacts. I've never seen a Moth Priest, neither an Elder Scroll, but I was facinated by them all the same."

"But do you happen to know where I can find a Moth Priest?" the son asked.

Valgeir shook his head, "Sadly no. But in my time in Cyrodiil I heard that while the Nine Divines faith persecutes Daedric Cults, the Arch-Primate tolerates the Moth Priests because they don't really worship Jyggalag, but instead just collect his scrolls. They are also the only ones that can read them, so they are an asset to the Arch-Primate."

Kyrnil stroked his forked beard. "So you think the Arch-Primate would be know their location?"

"Very likely, but I am unsure he would be willing to share it with just anyone. Especially a Nordic Half-God. So you will have to come up with a plan on your own, son." Valgeir replied.

The two walked back to Jorrvaskr, where they headed to the Harbinger's quarters. They passed by some Companions that greeted them as they continued down into the rooms under the mead hall. Valgeir grabbed his battleaxe and looked at it for a little bit, then handed it over to Kyrnil. "Here, you will likely have need of it in your mission."

"But father, this is the Harbinger's battleaxe. I cannot take it." Kyrnil pointed out.

"I am lending it to you, I want it back once you finish your quest." Valgeir explained. "Kyne told me to aid you and I am going to do just that, but I am no good anymore in a quest. I am an old man, 56 years old. So my battleaxe will have to suffice. Besides, you proved yourself by killed hundreds of Resdaynians back in Riften."

Kyrnil smiled as he grabbed Wuuthrad. "Those numbers are exaggerated. I only killed like 50, and only with Kyne's help."

Valgeir laughed. "You're too modest. I heard stories that you obliterated the entire army before it even reached the walls, turning them all to ash with your lightning."

Kyrnil couldn't help but to chuckle. "Mere bard's tales."

"But those are the best kind! Nothing goes better with a mug of mead than a good bard's song." Valgeir retorted.