Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-32663439-20141125180934

Fanari and Kodlak both looked up. Their mother, Frea, walked out of Sørskaal. She was wearing traditional spouse mourning apparel. She stood in front of a seat of her own. She addressed the masses. Her voice was resounding and strong. "My friends. My husband's friends. His companions. My husband once told me, 'To live on in the hearts of those you love, is to never die.' He was a great, wise man, who has been able to show greater humility than anyone I have ever met. He was kind, generous, thoughtful, and strong-hearted. It has also been said that actions speak louder than words. Well, if anyone has performed some great actions, it would be my husband. Throughout his life, he has defended everyone he holds dear. Since he arrived here, in Skyrim, he has become friends with many, not allowing their differences to hold them apart. Being the king of an entire nation.....he didn't care about that. He didn't care about the wealth, or the power, or the respect. What he cared about was family, and his friends. He has guided this nation so well because of this, not in spite of it. He has changed the lives of the many, while still finding the time to take care of the few. I loved my husband, and I'm happy to be able to say he loved me twice over."

She sat down. She looked to Kodlak. He stood up, stone faced and rigid. "I have known many people throughout my life. And I had always thought that my father was a fool. He showed such, naïveté. To believe that everyone in this world has a chance, that everyone had a future before them. I never shared his view of hope on this world, but I hope that through this kindness, he has shown some to search for this hope as well."

(Continued in next post.)