Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-32663439-20141228095039

The Fleetmaster nodded. He turned back to the frelser fleets. He began speaking in the Frelser tongue (which is like Old Norse) to them. "Kaldtfrelsers of Kodlak Nikulson! Here, we are going to liberate Skyrim from the tyranny of the Empire. The Empire has always been like weeds. As soon as you stomp one out, another sprouts in its place. But today, we will wipe them out for good! For the glory of Kodlak Nikulson! For the glory of Solstheim! For the glory of the Frelsers!" The frelsers all shouted in unison. "Glory to Lord Kodlak, Glory to Solstheim, Glory to the Frelsers!" The Fleetmaster turned back to Etaret. "We are ready now, milord."

Vorwith said "When you grasp for power, most other things are pushed away. Your mother there. In your pursuit for your benefit, you have pushed her away. It seems not too far away, however. You have a chance to draw her closer here, in the field of your mind. This is not just a battlefield. This is your land. Your territory. And you can bring what you value the most closer here."

Kodlak sent a message back.

''If you wish to join the glory, friend, then feel free. We are always open to assistance. Just let the non-mages have some fun too.''

"Magickal training? Okay then, give me a minute please." It was very late for some training, but she was fine with it. She entered the room again, and crouched down next to Vigarde. "Vigarde, I must go now. But first, we should get you into bed." Without giving him a chance to resist, she eased him up and guided him into the bed, laying him down. She said "Goodnight, Vigarde. Just...try to relax, and go to sleep." She hugged him lightly, and then went to the door. "Alright sir. I'm ready."