Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140323161524/@comment-5735114-20140324004228

Entering the catacombs of the building, Solaris took a few turns and ended up in a large stone room, now full of Daedric Shrines that he and his family had built, back when they were still living there. Each shrine was dedicated to its own Prince, with prayers in Daedric carved into the shrines. The whole room was illuminated by two torches by the door, so one had to be an adept reader of Daedric to be able to see the letters in the shrines furthest away. Of course, it was neccessary for one to learn at least some Daedric to be a part of the Rising Sun. Solaris knelt down at a shrine, but he did not need to read the prayer. He had memorized it years ago, as he had time to pray every day and night back then. Now, as he was the sole one in the family to still be a working part of the cult, he was more stretched for time, and enjoyed his praying ever more now that he got to do it less. After saying a heartfelt prayer to almost every Prince, Solaris stood and walked over to the last shrine. Kneeling before the stone mass of tentacles representing Hermaeus Mora, Solaris began to ask for the knowledge he seeked. The Daedra are not often kind to mortals, but Solaris was very devoted, very faithful. Soon enough, he had his eyes on all the surviving cult members. He knew they could feel him watching over, letting it give them comfort and the knowledge that the Daedra will rule. Lastly, he glanced over at his most trusted cultist, Julie. Willing to test the power he had been momentarily granted, Solaris tried something new.

So, how has my second-in-command fared in my absence?