It was a dark and stormy night in Whiterun. Jarl Balgruff was sitting on his throne with his mind as dark and stormy as the sky above his head. He sipped from his goblet of mead and swirled the mead around in his mouth, brooding internally about the monsters that were destroying his kingdom.

Proventius, his greedy steward, bowed and spoke with a nasallic voice. "My Jarl the dragons are attacking and killing everyone! What should we do! We have prayed to all of our gods and even asked that priest to pray too but nothings happening!" Jarl Balgruff's mouth sighed angrily, letting out a warm puff of air into the cold Scandalous climate of Skyrim. "I do not know ok Proventius! All of my guards are dead because the dragons ate them and everyone else to! Even the dragonborn is dead because the dragons ate him to! We are all out of hope because there is nothing left we can do!" Irileth, an ugly elf woman, was about to say something when the big wooden doors swung open and hit the other side of the wall with a loud bang. Everyone in the room turned to the door and gasped. The fire went out for a second and then went on again.

A man was standing tall and proud (in a humble way) in the doorway. He wore a brilliant white cloak that shone with holy white light. He held a beautiful curved sword shaped like a cross in one hand and a big shield in the other that had a big sign of a cross on it. The horse he sat on was beautiful and white too and seemed to be shining with radiation energy. He walked up the room.

Proventius snarled nasallicly at him and barked cruelly. "Who are you and what are you doing in our castle! You're letting all the cold in you stupid man! You-". But suddenly the annoying steward was silenced by the holy man.

The man walked up the room and talked in a lovely voice, beautiful and melodic to the ear like an angel choir was singing. "I will save you from the dragons. My Lord sent me to kill them and save you, for it is the good thing to do."

Jarl Balgruff looked again, eyes wide with hope and happiness. Something seemed very good about this man. "Good sir, you have our thanks! But who are you and what is the name of your Lord! I must know!"

The good man turned and spoke again, divine words spilling off his tongue. "I am Abraham Jeremiah Solomonson, and I serve the One True Lord."

Jarl Balgruff looked confused. "And who is the One True Lord you talk about?"

Abraham laughed jollyly and declared his faith for all to hear.

"There is only one One True Lord, and His name is Jesus Christ."