Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140317024638/@comment-12599067-20140321032324

Eirik was at a loss. They had climbed all the way up this gods-forsaken mountain, just to be turned down? He respected the Greybeards enough, but his anger temporarily took over and he could not help but step forward to adress the Greybeard, a determined light in his eyes.

"So you're just going to leave us, huh? Watch the world be destroyed, all the while knowing that you could have done something?" Eirik asked, glaring at the Greybeard's back.

"What happened to the Greybeards who fought for what they believed in? To Jorgen Windcaller, who fought for what he believed and was respected for not only his raw power, but for his ability to stand and fight until the last foe was rended? To the Greybeards who aided the Dragonborn and guided his steps, teaching him to be strong and to fight until his last breath? To Parthurnaax, who knew that sometimes peace could only be acheived when swords were bloodied and shields rent?" Eirik questioned, stepping forward.

"What happened to those who would take up arms not because they valued bloodshed and the songs of war, but because it was for the greater good? Where are the Greybeards who were willing to do something more than ponder Kyne's teachings? Is Kyne not the one who told your leader to teach the world of the Voice, so that we might have overthrown those who would rule us with an iron fist? Those were the Greybeards that we heard songs and tales about, and remembered not only for their wisdom, but for their strength."

"Tell me, follower of Kyne, do they still live? Are they still strong, and willing to go into battle when the war horn blows? Will you stand and fight, as Kyne has taught us to? Or will you watch as temples and homes are destroyed by the foul Daedra?" he finished.