Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-17114085-20150908210248

The three children of Boethiah were given a Silt Strider. Idros went up first with the Altmer, Hlodala going up second. Before he went up, Bolyn turned to the Dunmer. "You should head to Mournhold as soon as possible. We may have need of what remains of this army soon." With that he got up onto the Strider and they resumed their journey.

(You can have Turath follow them right now, if he doesn't want to waste any time.)

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"It has been some time since I have been in this form." Kyne said, breaking the silence that was caused when she transformed into her human form. In truth it had been years since Kyne's avatar had taken a human form, not since Kyrnil's childhood.

"Mother, I am surprised to see you here. Just as I was back in Riften. Gods don't normally interfere this much in Nirn." Kyrnil said.

"Aye, tis true. My actions in Riften have caused the other gods to become a little resentful towards me. Even if I merely amplified your powers, instead of striking down the Dunmer with my own." She walked over to her son. "You've grown taller since I last saw you in this form. You are almost my height."

"That was nearly 15 years ago, mother. Of course I have." Kyrnil replied.

Valgeir looked like he wanted to say something before but he could. It wasn't until now that the words left his mouth. "Kyne, you look as beautiful as always. You even look the same as you did 27 years ago."

"My avatar does not age." Kyne replied, and it was true. She looked only a little older than Kyrnil, maybe in her early 30s. She had neither rinkles nor any other sign of aging. "But enough small talk. My son, I have come here to give you a warning. I sensed numerous Half-Gods back in Riften, a bad omen to be sure. Furthermore I feel like this may be a sign that the Daedric Princes are planning something."

"How can you be sure?" Kyrnil asked.

"It is not just me that feels something is brewing in the horizon. Shor, my husband, and the other gods sense it as well." Kyne said.

Valgeir scowled when the goddess mentioned her husband.

"What am I to do then, mother?" Kyrnil asked. "Do you how I can stop whatever it is that will happen?"

Kyne shook her head. "Sadly, I do not. I do not even know what will happen. As such, my son, you will need to seek the scrolls that see into the past, present and future. They will tell you of the events to come."

Kyrnil didn't understand what she meant. Surprisingly, it was Valgeir whom replied. "You mean the Elder Scrolls."

"Aye, the artifacts almost as old as time itself. A record of all of time made by the Daedric Prince of Order." Kyne explained.

"How am I to seek these Elder Scrolls?" Kyrnil asked.

"I heard that the Moth Priests of Cyrodiil collect them." Valgeir mentioned.

"Why would the priests of Dibella collect Daedric artifacts?" Kyrnil asked confused.

"No, the Moth Priests of Cyrodiil are not associated with Dibella. They are called that because of some ancient moths that help them read the Elder Scrolls, or so I heard. While they don't worship Jyggalag, they do collect his scrolls and tend to them." Valgeir explained.