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 Through every forest, desert, tundra, mountain, and in the depths of every ocean Tryne wandered. The frontiers that man found dangerous, he took his daily strolls here as if they were but public park. For he was the Bear, the Desert Lion, The Snow Wolf , the Kraken, that prowled in those areas. He was the very things that man considered powerful, fearsome, deadly and he was ambition, he was potential. The lesser God of Conquest walked through these places in the mortal realm in search for a hunter, a wanderer, a traveler, an adventurer, anyone he happened to cross paths with in order to test their mettle. It was at this same time, whilst he was a mighty Bear wandering the edges of his territory in the forests of the Dyrads, that he recieved the warning.

"Something is coming. Be prepared.".

The God of Conquest took a moment, standing up straight on his hind legs and took several breathes, sniffing the air, trying to catch a scent. There were various scents none of particular interest to him and that brought up the question, "what was coming...that a God would be concerned and warn his kin?".

 He fell forward to all forward and ran back to his den and continued to ponder, go wonder. It made him excited. What was the threat? Was it something physical, spiritual, or was this something beyond them...something that they could not foresee? How would they overcome it and more importantly could they? At that moment after asking himself that final question he thought to the mortals..."could they over come it?".

Tryne was confident in the mortals, he had seen them combat things infinitely greater than them, and win. He had seen them build things that were massive, but they were erected and they have stood against the test of time to this day. It was amazing how far they had come, how much they had conquered. It often times made him ask himself.

"Are they not Gods with all that they have done, can do, and will accomolish?".

 A question that he nor no one could truly answer now but one day he hoped to know, to witness it for himself. The Bear ran into his den and the Tundra Hawk took to the sky. He flew over the mountains and dived down to an altitude where he could see the battle beneath, The army of Shattershield returning from battle, the army of Bearclaw routing. He flew further to the northern peaks and saw Stormcloak preparing for the upcoming raids and then he went to the Eastern coast and saw Wolfang, boarding the ships of merchants and traders, taking their valuables and goods, their men to be slaves, and their women for their entertainment.

It was a land divided, a family against itself. And a house against itself could not stand but Tryne had confidence in the one that his sister and himself had chosen to meet this challenge. And with that he turned to the West and flew out to Atalantae where he would spectate, and provide guidance (if she proved worthy).