The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

A tall, broad-shouldered Nord man in his early fifties with a commanding presence. He has a long, stern face with deep lines etched around his mouth and brow, thick silver-blond hair pulled back into a short tail, and a full, neatly trimmed beard streaked with gray. His piercing ice-blue eyes are sharp with judgment yet capable of warmth. He wears richly adorned priest robes in deep white and royal blue, embroidered with gold sigils of the Eight Divines, and a heavy pendant of Akatosh rests on his chest. He walks with a slow, deliberate stride, often with his hands folded or raised in declaration.

Rorlund is devout, serious, and unshakably principled. He speaks with fire and clarity, his voice carrying in high halls and silent chapels alike, and his words are always firm—sometimes to the point of inflexibility. He believes deeply in law, order, and divine judgment, and sees the temple not only as a sanctuary but as a moral compass for the people of Solitude. He can be stern and prideful, particularly toward those he deems irreverent or morally wayward, but his faith is genuine, and his desire to do good burns deeply. He is protective of his family, particularly Freir and Silana, and while he is not often affectionate, his loyalty is unwavering. Critics call him rigid, even self-righteous; supporters call him the city’s spiritual anchor. In Rorlund’s view, the path to salvation is narrow—and he’ll walk it without flinching, even if he has to drag a few souls behind him.

Rorlund was born in Windhelm but came to Solitude as a young man to study under the elder clergy of the Temple of the Divines. Passionate, unwavering, and eloquent, he quickly rose through the ranks, eventually becoming High Priest after years of service. His devout belief in the Eight Divines—especially Akatosh and Talos—has shaped every part of his life. He met Freir during his early years at the temple, and her gentle nature became the perfect counterbalance to his intensity. The couple later took in a young girl named Silana Petreia, an orphan and street waif who Rorlund found stealing from the temple stores. Rather than punish her, he offered her sanctuary, education, and a new path. Though his decision raised eyebrows among the more conservative faithful, it’s one he never regretted. Now, Rorlund oversees all temple functions, public rites, and moral guidance for Solitude’s citizens—whether they ask for it or not.