Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-17114085-20150830235924

(Well I am going to get started. I think we have enough people to begin.)

Kyrnil knelt in front of the Evergleam. "Watch over me mother, for I am strike down our enemies and win the day for Skyrim."

The hawk priests standing behind him, knelling in front of the tree, were wearing the metal masks of their cult.

One of them, wearing a mask with a beak, spoke. "Resdayn will surely lose once a child of Kyne joins in the fighting."

"Don't forget that Resdayn also has Half-Gods in their army. I will have to face them in battle." Kyrnil replied as he stood up. He could feel that his mother had given him his blessing. ''I can feel her in this place, her sacred place. Very few locations in Skyrim are this strong in her presence. Only here, Whiterun and the Throat of the World.''

"As you say, Kyneson." The Hawk Priest said.

He headed over to a root and grabbed his Battleaxe. "Tend to the roots of my mother's tree well, for I will return soon."

The priest did a quick bow. "Of course, as is our duty to Mother-Kyne."

The large Nord was taller than all the other priests. As he placed his helmet on he left the sanctuary. The battlefields of the Rift await.