The Wealth of Wayrest, act II

Act II, Scene I 
Inside the castle hall.

(Noise from outside) 
Voice: The king, the king is found. 
The shore has born him.

(Enter attendants and Royal Family holding Eadwyre) 
Goth: Uncle, you live, how did you 
Find the sea in such ends fire. 
Ead: I retired to bed, and I awoke 
Within walls of flame. As 
I searched for exit, a figure 
Appeared to me, she spoke 
In an old tongue, and as 
The slaps of fire nearly reached 
Me, she burst into a torrent 
Of water, and I flowed with 
Her into the turbent sea. 
Goth: Sire your town square is 
Collapsed from the fires 
You have risen from. But 
All can be rebuilt, a tranquil 
Catch you were to our 
Disturbed thoughts last night. 
I regret to tell you that our stay 
Must now end, but thankfully not 
Of a mournful day. Our ships 
Shall be set and we must go. 
(To Banthas) 
Some foul play is still afoot, 
And we must flee from its 
Stone sure foot. 
Ead: Your ships have been washed away, 
The bay must have swallowed them 
In the storm last night, 
For the ports are barren today. 
Goth: My lord, if that is so, our men 
Shall have no other choice than to 
Cross the Wrothgar gap. 
Ead: My home is safe, you know 
Not what you walk into. This 
Land is still wilderness that 
Even my men do not venture to. 
Goth: We travel light and near to homeland bay, 
(aside) To steer away from or fortune delay. 
Ead: Then to Daggerfall you are found 
Till the time of our interests waxed. 
Goth: Hail High Rock

(Exit Gothyrd and Attendants) 
Ead: I must ask for time with Marithyn, 
There is much healing needed. 
(Exit all except Eadwyre and Marithyn)

Mar: My lord, your palor and demeanor 
Is not of normal structure. 
(aside) Perhaps his visions were not 
Of ale and grog set. 
Ead: Marithyn, my closest friend, I have 
More of my visions that I did not 
Dispose with the court. The lady 
Presented herself to me, she was 
Kynareth. She warned me 
Of the growing swarm of Skyrim. 
She blessed me of water and 
Asked of me to invade the east, 
And by Akatosh I would be invincible. 
Mar: Devine will do not be tampered 
When did the goddess proclaim our victory? 
Ead: By mid-year celebration we shall 
Reign the highest rock of Tamriel. 
Mar: But how my lord? Our forces 
Are depleted of the Orsinium region. 
Ead: We shall use the empire funds to raise 
An army, and with our sister and 
Cameron of the red sands we shall 
March our flag into Snowhawk. 
Mar: How will we convince Lysandus 
To relieve funds he risked overthrow for 
To join league with the sand viper? 
Ead: Tonight, on his journey home, Gothyrd 
Shall come upon a broken passage. He 
Shall fall victim to the navigation of 
The Gro-Kar Forest. To Lysandus shall 
Be sent the notice of a barbarian ambush 
That has stolen the prince. With much of his 
Forces missing he will call upon Sentinel 
For arms and will grant us of our monetary needs. 
Mar: Gothyrd will find his way of the tangled 
Forest, then what shall excuse us? 
Ead: By then my lady's will shall be done. 
And all disease is cured 
In the balms of victory.


Scene II 
Gothyrd's men have nearly reached the peaks mount.

Goth: Banthas, do you see the cliffs of Cauisian 
There to the north, blocking the route to Skyrim. 
Ban: Yes my lord, I walked the valley 
Of Wrothgar in the small campaigns of Haafinheim. 
Goth: Do you believe the story of the mouths? 
That as the first of our kind came here, 
Within that divide a thousand were killed 
By the voices of 3? 
Ban: I believe it, and I live to reconcile it sire. 
Goth: How powerful they were, 
Yet in their turbulence 
No wake was left in their absence. 
To where does Akatosh send such spirits? 
What can be said at the death of gods? 
Ban: Even these granite walls are 
Faced to the wind, and one 
Day shall be of a grain of sand. 
Men are forgot, but tales remembered. 
Tales are lost but their stones recovered. 
What then of when the stones fall? 
Then the truth is lost. 
Goth: These stones may last until 
The end still, and will tell their story.

(Enter Messenger scout) 
Mess: My lord, the west walls casts 
The storm's pale winter corona. 
Our light shall only last 
A length of one degree, 
Shall we descend? 
Goth: We descend tonight to reach 
Our kind post of no delay. 
(Exit Messenger scout)

Ban: My lord, this land will 
Be no kin tonight. The guards can 
Not continue this, nor can you. 
Goth: A great rising of ancient air 
Surfaces between the bricks of Wayrest, 
Which looms over my conscious 
As the shadow of these mountains 
From the cold dying sun.

(Banthas falls back until he watches guard behind the soldiers.)

Ban: These times are not lost 
To one who has seen so many 
Of less fervor. The prince 
Does not know the post to 
Which he leads us, the night's 
Sea will sink us to its endless depths.