Just east of Chorrol on the edge of the Great Forest can be found the Weynon Priory, an abbey dedicated to the dragon god Akatosh. As one might expect the priory remains neutral to the Banners, yet has been far from unaffected by the ongoing war outside its walls. Targeted by both the Black Dagger bandits and a necromantic cult calling themselves the Shadowed Path, the priory has only survived thanks to the aid of passing soldiers and adventurers of all Banners.

People of all backgrounds come to Weynon Priory, some to keep their faith pure, others seeking guidance or understanding through reflection and contemplation. Like Viivitar a High Elf who claims to have “…found the peace I never knew as an adventurer.” Or the Imperial Candria Rullus who spends her days kneeling in her favourite spot with, “…Nature’s beauty spread before me, yet I can feel the warmth of Akatosh’s presence at my back.“ Or even the Dark Elf acolyte Tama who is happy to share her tale of how a chance encounter with a priest of Akatosh inspired her to leave her homeland and make the long and arduous journey to the Priory. “…Akatosh guided me here”, she says, “protecting me from the dangers of the long road. I will serve him the rest of my days.”

Yet not everyone finds what they are searching for in the Priory. Rogeraud complains that when he asks how and why, he is told that Akatosh’s plan is beyond mortal ability to understand. Even in a monastery arguments are fitted to practice, and truths are hidden behind stained glass and piety.

This is because a monastery is not built to answer questions or solve problems, but to hide from them. These acolytes live like birds in a cupped hand, with all their needs taken care of. They have work, a roof over head, food on the table, clothing on their back, all they have to do is promise to never leave the security of the Priory… Sounds much like a prison to me.

S.K