Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-17114085-20150905135448

As Kyrnil was heading back to Riften's southeastern gate, he noticed Kate. "Ah, miss. What are you doing here in the battlefield. Did you take part in the battle against the Resdaynians?"

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Jarl Holgunn headed to the walls to congratulate the guards, the daughter of Talos and the son of Kyne that had led the defense of the city.

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Bolyn and his brother didn't wait for long, soon enough the Dunmer woman in Ebony Armor appeared with the Altmer.

"Had any trouble subduing him?" Bolyn asked.

"I sneaked up right behind him. The Ebony Mail is as useful as always." She replied. She kicked the Altmer to the ground. He fell without much resistance. "Maybe a little too much, he got a little poisoned from the armor's effects."

"Idiot, we need him alive." Bolyn's brother said angrily. "Mother wishes to find out what Molag Bal is planning."

"Our father." She corrected him. "Can still figure that out with the son of Molag Bal a little dead." She approached the Altmer with her dagger. "All he needs is this fool's soul. He can do the interrogation in Snake Mount himself."

"We are not leaving this to Boethiah. We are her children, so it is our duty to do her bidding." Bolyn said. "Idros, Hlodala, we are leaving. Grab the prisoner and follow me. We are heading back to Mournhold. I will be a lengthy trip. Hlodala, I assume you can make an antidote from nearby herbs to heal the Altmer?"

"Yes, it shouldn't take long. But I suggest we get away from the Nord city before I go herb searching." She replied.

Bolyn nodded. He was in charge of his half-siblings, for he was the oldest of them. Idros was the youngest of the three, he was only a little past his third decade. Hlodala was the middle child, closer to Bolyn's age, at 85 years old.