Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170212153706

(Overcoming Damian, you mean? I guess it would mean a lot more to her, sure, yet I don't see him asking for her help in any circumstances, but alright. Also, the two situations are not mutually exclusive.)

"Do you think they will show up, Commander?", Tristan asked as he polished his new armor.

Doraleous had accomplished something that he initially thought to be impossible and if it weren't for Sir Geoffrey's efforts on his absence, it probably would've been. For the past few weeks, Knight-Commander Doraleous Toreau had been testing Sir Geoffrey DeMonmout's new recruits and he was truly impressed by their training and their fearless nature. Geoffrey told him how he managed to find those many able-bodied men and women and the reason for their peculiar behaviour, orphans and survivors of the waged wars of the past, most of them carrying a lot of resentment towards King Emeric for what he had done to their families. Widows, orphans and widowers who never once saw themselves doning the colors of the Adamantine Order, now lived to represent what the Order stood for.

Obviously, Storig's forces were still lacking in numbers when compared to any of the enemies' they wished to go against, but if Doraleous letter managed to convince at least one... Then they'd certainly be a force to be reckoned. Former peasants and old knights now part of a single unit seeking justice.

"One can only hope, Sir Gallahad.", Doraleous commented.

"What do you mean?", Balin instintictively reached for his blade's hilt.

"Calm down, that won't be necessary. We did met before, when your Uncle brought me to Farrun... and you, well...", Gaelesil smirked as he turned his head to Fiandrael, "You were my substitute when I decided to leave the Maw's crew. Hand picked by yours truly."

"Y-you chose me?! You mean that it wasn't Captain Toreau's decision to free me from my former masters?!", Fiandrael spoke, finally breaking her neverending public silence.

Former masters?, Balin thought.

"Yes, that was all my doing. I convinced him of freeing you, since I felt what you could become... I felt the raw power residing within you when we saw eachother at the Slavers' Bay. I never really cared for those dunmers anyway, so killing them all was no problem... of course, one could not control the crew's thirst for blood and it all became a traumatic experience for a young girl such as yourself.", the altmer explained, still keeping his smirk.

Balin was truly speechless after what he heard and so was Fiandrael, since she was yet to make any sound at all.

"So, no words after all those revelations? Interesting.", Gaelesil commented.

"Alright, so you know what she can do? You know how to teach her control?", Balin finally broke his silence, deciding not to comment on the whole slavery situation.

"Oh, no. I have no idea what the young altmer can do, but I know it is pretty powerful... After all this years, I can still sense the heavy magic.", the lord altmer replied, changing his semblant to a more curious one and less menacing.

"Well, she can see the future... at times.", the Prince finally revealed, immediately regreting the decision when he saw the wide smile on the altmer's face.