Mini Mongo
Drog Do Faal Mongonite Lahvu
Geran stiffened and went more serious, he knew what Edwyn thought, and he would answer.
''I'm going to be honest with you friend. For years me and Cyrus have known such days would come, a man always dies in his life, we knew this Plague would strike, and this is infact the reason why we created this Guild. We are a defense against the Undead, the Plague that could take us all, and we are the only ones who know how to stop it. Meridia has the ability to create a magical border between anything, but one must pray to her hidden shrine, such shrines are located across all of Tamriels borders for whenever the time come, I along with Cyrus am the only one who knows where it is located. For all of you to survive, one must stay in the border, a sacrifice for Meridia to have reason for her to use such power, and I shall be that sacrifice. Unless you have another idea, then you must go along with such things.''
Geran then stood walking out of the room as he heard knocking and shouting from the door, it sounded like the Jester, usually a smile would be upon Geran's face, but he wasn't exactly in a happy mood.
He went to the door as he let the Jester in ''We heard you friend, seems you got drunk, follow me I shall show you to your place of sleeping.''
Geran led the Jester to the Witchers room, the man merely falling on his bed Geran walked out and went down the hall to his room, Edwyn and Cyrus were gone.
Geran locked the door as he got in a more comfortable piece of clothing, laying on his bed he began to read a book about the prophecies of Meridia, and eventually found the invasion of the Damned.
It was crazy to think Geran was living in such a crazed bloodthirsty world, the next few days would be tough, he would save as many as possible, then put the border between Skyrim and all it's surroundings down, so to say.
Geran thought about what he had done in his life, nothing had truly ever gone on, he had quite a plain life really.
He read the book, eventually finishing it quite quickly he put it down on his side table, closing it.
He laid down for a moment, not saying nor doing anything, merely staring at the wall above him.
He then closed his eyes as he entered the land of dreams, a more safe place than Nirn for anyone.
''I'm going to be honest with you friend. For years me and Cyrus have known such days would come, a man always dies in his life, we knew this Plague would strike, and this is infact the reason why we created this Guild. We are a defense against the Undead, the Plague that could take us all, and we are the only ones who know how to stop it. Meridia has the ability to create a magical border between anything, but one must pray to her hidden shrine, such shrines are located across all of Tamriels borders for whenever the time come, I along with Cyrus am the only one who knows where it is located. For all of you to survive, one must stay in the border, a sacrifice for Meridia to have reason for her to use such power, and I shall be that sacrifice. Unless you have another idea, then you must go along with such things.''
Geran then stood walking out of the room as he heard knocking and shouting from the door, it sounded like the Jester, usually a smile would be upon Geran's face, but he wasn't exactly in a happy mood.
He went to the door as he let the Jester in ''We heard you friend, seems you got drunk, follow me I shall show you to your place of sleeping.''
Geran led the Jester to the Witchers room, the man merely falling on his bed Geran walked out and went down the hall to his room, Edwyn and Cyrus were gone.
Geran locked the door as he got in a more comfortable piece of clothing, laying on his bed he began to read a book about the prophecies of Meridia, and eventually found the invasion of the Damned.
It was crazy to think Geran was living in such a crazed bloodthirsty world, the next few days would be tough, he would save as many as possible, then put the border between Skyrim and all it's surroundings down, so to say.
Geran thought about what he had done in his life, nothing had truly ever gone on, he had quite a plain life really.
He read the book, eventually finishing it quite quickly he put it down on his side table, closing it.
He laid down for a moment, not saying nor doing anything, merely staring at the wall above him.
He then closed his eyes as he entered the land of dreams, a more safe place than Nirn for anyone.