Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190125120301/@comment-7262318-20190206000908

Baros returned to forests of Valenwood, along with his son Denon. With part of his arm being lost in the final battle against Kaelmun, his archer days were now behind him. The legend of Arrowhead would now be just that, as he finally settled down.

He thought that when this day came, he would be more sad about it. But in a way, he found it very liberating. He was finally allowed to kick back and relax, and not worry. His adventuring and fighting days were done, and for now all he could do was peacefully watch the world go by.

Eventually, he sought out his former love, mother of his stepson, Elra, to see if he could patch that old wound up. The reason she had left was due to the danger he had always managed to put himself in, not because she stopped loving him. Though it took his son's convincing to do so, he amended things with her and promised that he would not return to this way of life again.

Denon, meanwhile, got to work practicing with the bow. The time on Nightloom was good practice, but he needed to be better. He sat out every morning and afternoon, practicing and practicing, until it seemed more unlikely that he wouldn't hit the bullseye.

Eventually, his skills were noticed.

Xavier's curse had finally come to an end. Thanks to the help of the medicinal man in Morthal, his heart would no longer beat out of his chest, and no longer was it wrapped in an unholy coating of thorns. He was mortal once more, free to die of old age and feel something again. It was a blessing that he only barely remembered.

But now was not the time to revel in that. For he had much to do. No longer a mercenary for hire, his change of heart set his focus on the Reach. He returned to his former homeland with a new goal in mind. His visions back on Nightloom reminded him of the horrors that were being inflicted on the reach. For now, Mercenary work would have to wait. He would have to first remove the scourge that was the Forsworn from this world.

Still, it wasn't all business. He bought a large plot of land near the city of Markarth, near a mine and with people already living ther, with the money he had been keeping in Daggefall. From there, he wedded his beloved Eselde in a small ceremony in which only a handful of companions were invited. Soon enough, he would also add another responsibility to his life...

He and Eselde lived happily in the countryside of the Reach, as agents of justice and lovers.

Ri'Kraz the Nightingale returned to his life of protection, keeping an eye on numerous provinces and putting evildoers in their place. Still, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that a certain Dark Elf had survived the Nightloom Incident. Sure, it may have appeared that he died, but the Nightingale knew better. He knew that he would not go so easily.

After months and months of searching for any clue to his status, his suspicions were confirmed. He had gotten word of a slaughter in Solitude. A family of noblemen, pinned to the wall and their mouths cut open from ear to ear. At their feet were records of slavery and human trafficking that the family had engaged in, with the more grotesque parts of the records circled in their own blood.

Goriyn Mortis had survived.

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Ravos returned with Utahsi to the countryside of Black Marsh. They reunited with the Argonian's father, Talum Khan, otherwise known as the Warlord. The retired general was shocked and overjoyed to see his son, alive and well, and his band of warriors celebrated his safety for many weeks. Afterwards, Utahsi resumed his training under Ravos in order to better control his powers. Soon he began mastering his craft, understanding it and using it exceptionally well.

He too, caught the attention of some important figures.

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Vordel, as already mentioned, followed the Dark Elf across the lands of Tamriel as he was taught to better control the beast that was inside him. Though it was a struggle at first and did not always appreciate the methods of his master, he did not falter. Soon enough, Vordel was fully in control of this creature, changing in and out of form at will and striking fear into the hearts of those who would do wrong to he or Bloodskal.

Powers would continue to emerge as he grew. From being able to harden his body into spikes, to being strong enough to rip chunks from the ground and use it as projectiles, to being able to make massive leaps and bounds in a single jump. Vordel seemed to be getting stronger by the minute, attracting the attention of a few fellows.

He also attracted the attention of extremely powerful beings. Before he stepped off of the boat, Clavicus felt something within the boy's soul. Something that should not have been there. He informed his fellow princes of what he had discovered. Though they initially brushed it off, curiosity and concern began to sat in as they saw the boy growing more and more powerful.

His existence was most interesting to them.

Dalacon and Hafnir managed to escape the island, and reunite with their apprentice Kazrris. They returned to their duties in the Empire, but not for long. In their haste to escape, Xavier had grabbed a notebook from the laboratory where they fought Kaelmun. It detailed the work they had done on the unfortunate Nightloom prisoners, and the Xiverath. It was proof that the Thalmor had been planning an invasion.

With rumors beginning to circulate, They brought the book before a council and the Emperor himself, and explained the Thalmor's actions to them. The duo sought to publicly acknowledge the atrocities of the Dominion, and find justice for the souls that had perished in this unholy scheme.

Emperor Motierre, however, would have none of it. Under the reasoning that it may spark another war with the Dominion, Motierre publicly denounced the stories that would stain the reputation of the Aldmeri Dominion, calling it a make-believe tale that was meant to spook children. He decreed that the Aldmeri Dominion were a "noble alliance" that would never commit any such horror. His men seized control of the book, and it remains locked away in the Imperial Tower to this day.

That is not to say that Motierre was entirely believed. Many Anti-Dominion groups, including the provinces of Hammerfell, Black Marsh, and Skyrim, took these stories as fact. Outrage poured into the streets as many demanded that the Dominion pay for their crime. Many, however, did not believe the stories so and sided with Motierre on this matter. Not even a few months into his reign, and Tamriel had already been split by the Emperor.

In another ploy to cement good standing with the Dominion, Emperor Motierre ordered that Dalacon and Hafnir be exiled from the province and stripped of their titles. They were cast out into the street, denounced as frauds and liars by the Empire. Though Motierre seeked to try them for treason, they were offered asylum by Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, and the rest of the independent holds of Skyrim. There, they would take refuge in the hold of Riften, confused on what to do next and simply planning on going their seperate ways and making the best of the situation.

That was, until they were approached once again by Kharas, the dragonborn and the new Yokudan God of War, successor to Reymon Ebonarm. He had an idea....