Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141221010206/@comment-24685738-20141222211036

It had been nine months since they stormed the Mediator’s home.

Damasus’ House-now renamed ‘The Grove’-had prospered. It had recently taken in an influx of Regulators, from Riften and Windhelm. The Regulators now had a reputation, it seemed.

In fact, Jane was considering asking Nadira if she could send someone to start a branch in High Rock or Hammerfell, both of which had had a recent influx of bandits.

After a few weeks, Jane had decided she had had enough of Hippolyta. She had headed to the Hall of the Dead, and, almost lovingly, had placed it with Azarath.

Then, she discovered her… ‘condition,’ and wished that she still had the Queen to advise her. Hippolyta had gone through it, before.

Ever since she discovered the ‘condition,’ she hadn’t seen Jabin. Though… That was mostly thanks to her own design. She had made sure that Jabin was transferred to Helgen, and that he was kept busy.

She was going to go visit him, after…. ‘this’ was all over. She just didn’t want to embarrass herself… or him.

Plus, she had no idea how he would react….

And that made her uncomfortable.

No… It scared her.

The only one she had confided in was Cynara. The little girl didn’t understand how it happened, because, of course, Jane didn’t give out the information. She knew it involved Jabin, though…

Now, nearly nine months after Sebastian’s death, Jane was preparing for a trip to Cyrodiil… And then Helgen.

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The hooded figure rode through the woods of Falkreath, the item clutched to their breast. They were being chased, by…

What was that?

An ogre?

A giant?

Some kind of half-breed of the two?

The figure hissed, angrily, as the ogre-giant barreled past them, lunging out and grabbing the horse out from under them. Luckily, they had leaped away in the nick of time, landing on their feet and sprinting into the underbrush.

The figure sighed. They weren’t going to be able to duel while clutching the ‘goods.’

They darted up, into a tree, and placed the small, wrapped thing in a large ‘nest,’ that seemed to have been abandoned some time ago. The figure didn’t have time to investigate what sort of creature could’ve made that, as they had to lead the ogre-giant away from it.

They leaped down, from the tree, before running towards the nearest light they could see-a fort.

However, this was where the figure did not want to go right now, so they were forced to turn and run the other way…

Right into the arms of the waiting monster.

Literally.

The monster wrapped its arms around the figure, beginning to squeeze the life out of them.

The figure squirmed and hissed, before giving up and using the…. Power.

They placed their hands onto the arm of the creature, before closing their eyes and releasing their pent-up breath.

Flesh sizzled and melted under their hands, as the ogre-giant squealed in outrage. It dropped them, and began to run…

Right towards the tree where the item was stored.

The figure darted forward, leaping onto the things back and placing their hands onto the creature’s head.

Again, flesh sizzled and melted under their hands, but, this time, it was definitely a killing blow.

The creature fell to the ground, writhing as its skin melted around its ears, leaving a skull of an interesting shape behind.

The figure completely ignored the skull, however, as they darted off, back towards the tree. They scaled it, once again, and picked up the item. They cradled it, for a moment, before scrambling down from the tree and rushing towards the fort…

The figure knocked on the door, hurriedly, before any more giant-ogres could find them.

The one person they wanted to see opened the door, just as the figure unwrapped the item and took off their hood.

“H-hey, Jabin.” Jane said, nervously, as the baby-’’’their’’’ baby-cooed in her arms.

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Horace, himself, had spent the last few months in Windhelm, and then the Imperial City. First, he had been negotiating with Ulfric about funds from the Stormcloaks for the Regulators.

When that had failed, he headed to the Imperial City, to speak with Atticus Mede. He gave him a full report on what had happened in Skyrim. But, again, no help there.

Horace had attempted to speak with Tarrus Industries, only to be told that Tarrus was in Skyrim, investigating some claim about magic vines and massive trolls.

Horace sighed, and returned to Skyrim. He hadn’t seen Nad or Jane in a few weeks…

Not that it mattered. They probably didn’t take it well that he had left only a month after Sebastian’s death…

When he arrived, the first thing he did was search for Nadira.

Only to be hurt when he saw her husband, too.

He smiled, and waved, and chatted with them for a bit, before… Leaving. He went to his cousin’s house, in Morthal, and got the necessary funds from her. He began to build up a new Regulator’s base, in the city…

Before going to find Nadira, once more.

He couldn’t get her out of his mind, but he felt hurt every time he looked at her. But, for the rest of his life, he…

Kept looking for her.