Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140429222522/@comment-5735114-20140502001448

Solaris hadn't a clue how long he'd lain on the road, but when he got up, he was stiff and sore, and the sky above him was noticeably darker. Slowly getting up and rubbing his back and legs, half-leaning on his staff, Solaris considered his possible courses of action. After a few moments, he kneeled.

''Lord Boethia, my prayers to the other Princes are met with stiff silence. Could you please direct me to a Daedric shrine, that your champion may succeed?''

After a few moments, a red mist began to shimmer before Solaris, and an ethereal ring of Daedric shines, arranged just as they were in his old home, appeaered before him. Silently thanking Boethia, Solaris began to pray at the other shrines.