Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191205184926/@comment-25828117-20191208024053

Lysilde sighed as she let go of the ornate golden doorknob. Beyond that her room was only a modest display of wealth. Good furniture seemed to be sufficient. Nothing garish or overly ornate beyond a few finishing touches or smaller items such as lamps and  curtains.

She took her shoes off with her feet and wiggled her toes once they were free.

Her gown would stay on. She was close to Brother Sophius but... not that close. Not that he could truly see her, for he was practically blind. But being blind as a moth priest came with a certain awareness of concepts. It was hard to explain: Brother Sophius would indeed struggle to see a small rock in his path, but he would be able to tell you things about the soil and the wind the naked eye could not discern. Likewise he would not see Lysilde's bosom should she reveal it, but he would be aware of her nudity.

Thus it was best to keep things modest, apart from her shoes and hair, the latter she led down from her usual braid which she kept in a ribbon, now in a torrent of red hair. It was only a few shades more gold compared to Clodagh's fiery hues.

For comfort she took a pillow from her neatly made bed and placed it on the ground giving her a spot to mediate so that she could communicate with Sophius over large distances with the seeing stone.

The stone still hung from a string that accented her neckline, down to her chest. It was a small oval shape, colored an uninteresting hue of grey. One would assume it to be a talisman or something like it. Not something of much value beyond the sentimental one imbued by the owner.

The priestess focused, creating a void around her. The air shimmered before her and when she opened her eyes an apparition formed in the vague shape of a man.

Finally! Brother Sophius was responding.

But when the image became clear Lysilde couldn't help but be shocked. Shocked to see Brother Sophius now had a long scar across his face. His silent demeanor made it seem as it was nothing out of the ordinary but this was certainly no ordinary cut made by a clumsy blind fool. No, this was the work of a blade.

"I apologise for my long silence, Lysilde." the wise man said with a smile.

"Akatosh! Mentor, what happened!"

"The temple was attacked. Do not worry most of us are fine. In no small part thanks to the valiant sacrifice of the aspirants."

They had feared that such a thing would happen. And now it had. Luckily there had been plans made for such a development.

"We are moving to a secure location as we speak. You know of the one I speak."

Lysilde composed herself again. Despite it, she still had many questions.

"The scrolls?"

"Gone, I'm afraid. They are such fickle things whenever danger is nearby."

This was a grave set back. Now how were they going to know the status of the prophecy?

"The forces of Oblivion descended on the sanctuary in search for them, but they were foolish enough to think they would be able to get their hands on them. We lost many other works though. The library went up in flames I am afraid."

Lysilde felt her heart sink. Not only was the Elder Scroll holding the prophecy gone, it seemed their archive holding knowledge on the nine relics of power was as well. And the idea of books burning in general just made her very unhappy.

"But you would not try to contact me so often unless it was urgent. What is it that you wished to speak to me about?"

Lysilde steeled herself once more and informed her on how they lost Kashya.

Sophius smiled at her once he heard the date of the incident.

"Fear not, Lysilde. The prophecy is still unchanged then."

"But how?"

"Because Kashya has not yet shuffled off this mortal coil. She is quite alive the last time I checked your threads."

Lysilde was obviously quite pleased to hear this. And at the same time, absolutely mortified. This meant they had just left her out there drifting among the sinking wreckage. A deep shame filled her, poisoning the sense of relief she had initially felt.

"I... I'm glad to hear that, mentor. But... But I feel this quest, the burden is great for me. I feel that-"

"Patience Lysilde. Brace yourself for what is yet to come. It will get only harder from here on."

The priestess sighed.

"Yes, Brother Sophius."

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27th of Sun's Dusk

The mornings were dark this time of year. And they would get darker still. Luckily they were quite a way down south, so the morning did not bring with it icy cold, but it was decidely less warm than Alinor, or Elsweyr for that matter.

Helian was enjoying a boiled egg presented in a small little container specially designed for eggs. He thought it was quaint if a little bit useless. No harm in eating a boiled egg with your hands. Now he found himself using a tiny spoon to crack it open and to scoop its contents out.

Midnight lay on a chaise lounge, reading the newspaper. Waiting for eveyone to be ready.