Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20150819003026/@comment-24760123-20150825003548

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: Aias hurried to the portal, over the ridge, so that he could get a look. Simultaneously, his ebony throwing stars slid into his palms.

As Aias watched, the first thing that caught his eye was the portal.

Three ghostly armored dragon cultists were standing on the plaza in front of the portal. Behind them, in the portal, a lot more could be seen.

"Woman, stand aside and let us speak with the priest in charge of Skuldafn. You are no use."

Lyris Cold-Helm, the leader of the Talos Cult, started fuming at this comment.

Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a low ponytail, loose strands on either side contained by steel beads, evoking the hero of the Second Era, Lyris Titanborn. Who was also her namesake.

Her hair framed her ice blue eyes, glaring furiously at the Cultists.

The rest of her form was concealed in Ebony dragon priest armor.

"In the name of Shor, you have one last chance. GO BACK TO SOVNGARDE!"