The Ritual
In the misty fields of arctic tundra o'er the lands of Skyrim, we gathered in the presence of the Nine Divines above us in the starry night. In a circle we stood, as still as stone, each of us with our cold hands clasped together as a sign of respect. We had all gathered here as we were bound by fate, not our own free will, to conduct the ritual. No soul knew another who had gathered, our black hoods shrouding each of our faces in the shadows cast by the full moon.
We began the hallowed chant, its sound thundering across the frigid fields of ice and snow. The harmony could be heard for miles around, for all mortals across the land to hear. They were not our concern however, as the Divines heard the chant and gazed down upon us, smiles on their celestial faces.