There we go! :)

(Let the RP continue!)

Mortha teleported away leaving them, broken, in Sauriil's home.

'First Mithron, and now Mortha. People in my family tend to go insane, don't they?' He chuckled grimly. 'She killed the Gods. The Daedra, the Aedra and everything in between . . . gone. Must I kill my own daughter now?! What father does that make me?! What brother did Dovahthur make me?! Auri-El damn it all!'

Makor places his hand on Sauriil's shoulder "This isn't Mortha, it's you damned brother. We we will find a cure, I promise on my weapon." (weapons is like all Makor knows) 

'Cure?!' Sauriil laughs, 'There is no cure!'

StrunLokSingh

'Cure?!' Sauriil laughs, 'There is no cure!'

"Then we have no choice." 

Lowering her bow, Falin looked down in silence. After a long time she glanced at Sauriil. "What if . . . maybe . . ." She shook her head, rubbing her eyes.

'What? What is it?' Sauriil snapped.

"I . . . can alter the Stories of others. Change their memories or bring back long lost ones."

Sauriil hesitated, 'What sacrifices are necessary?'

"For a normal person? None." Falin shifted. "But for someone powerful enough to slay gods? It may take all my power."

'Where . . . did you this power?'

StrunLokSingh

'Where . . . did you this power?'

(Was the word drop intentional? Kinda threw me for a moment.)

"Y'ffre's the Great Storyteller. Ever since she named me an Immortal I've been able to look into or change the Stories of others. Far better than the greatest Spinners have been able to."