Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-16669347-20141120115148

Maximus Vile wrote: "I come in the name of Ulfrid Stormweaver, prime minister of Morthal and the King Targos. I have been bestowed upon the power to negotiate with you." the Messanger said. Etaret sighed. He stood up and went and sat at the table in the middle ofthe room and motioned for th messenger to sit across from him. He gestured above him where a balcony went around the room. There were several guards with crossbows that stood guard. There didn't appear to be an stairs or doors that led up to the balcony.

"Don't try anything or you'll be filled with crossbow bolts." Etaret said. "Bolin, go get papers and quills." (Jorleif died. :'

A small Imperial man ran out of the room to go gt the things Etaret asked for.

The Stormblade arrived back in Windhelm. Aasim walked onto the docks, which were now much larger and and had plenty of guards and fortifications.

"Father, father!" A small Redguard child said as he ran up to Aasim. "I learned how to make a windcloak!" He said excitedly. "Oh and hi! Mom's coming to but she walks slow."

Aasim smiled. "That's good Asad. Have you been working on your sword fighting as well?"

"Yes, and my throwing knives!" Asad said excitedly.

(Yet more descendants, I swear we'll be two hundred years after Skyrim with dscendants of some of our original charac- ters still doing shit. XD)