Ankyra Sound to live and die by the sword

for a moment, they consider once more the last time they'd met — the want to push her and her false gods out to sea, off of their island in an effort to protect their ego. they had both spilt blood but as far as the dreadfather cared to see it victory had been theirs in the end despite that she'd won the initial scrimmage.

an errant glimpse is sent to blackwater islands and their distant nightwife and shadowchildren before it settles back as cold and mercurial as the sea upon the woman before them.

she asks of their druids. who they were and why they left. they left because that is the way of things. nothing but the void is eternal. and their obsession, their dark affection, their love ( twisted as it perhaps is ) for their nightwife. the druids pledge themselves to the magicks and the ways of the daedric princes. and when they have reached the skills of a druidpriest they are sent to spread word and convert.