Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140731132420/@comment-4363162-20140802141253

Miraak Obama wrote: "Okay then, Eve. Why are you following us? Actually.. I can hear the memories.. Xarxes, possibly? As you have similar powers to mine, but I have no mortal sibling." "My father is a friend of yours, Vaniel. He tasked me to help you and your friends here." She replied. "And as for my powers...." She brought her hand up to her face. It started to unravel, forming fibres of energy that alternated with images. "Xarxes. God of ancestry. History. Memories." She paused, her hand reforming. "My father created me the way he did his wife, Oghma. Using memories."