Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151216005727/@comment-29559990-20151216015456

Two years after the events of Falkreath, Kazrris and Vordel had buried the metaphorical hatchet, and they had returned to their old ways. Two men on a mission to hunt down every sack of scum in the land of Tamriel and put their heads on a pike. It was safe to say that the two were, in no uncertain terms, brothers once again.

Their appearances had changed, as well. Vordel had only grown bigger, his hair was now completely shaved, and his beard came to an end in a knot. On top of that, he had gained complete control and manueverability of his Lotnekov form. His armor and axe had been improved (by his hands, of course) on the way to Elsewyr.

Kazrris, meanwhile, hadn't changed muched. He hadn't grown much and kept himself clean shaven (He's still got fur), and not much to note in the field of arms and weapons. Now, you're probably wondering about the triangle invoving Nissa and Sari, aren't ye? Well, to dissapoint you, no, he hadn't really come to that decision yet. Hell, he hadn't really thought on it. He wasn't really in a relationship, either One thing that did change was his attitude. He grew less irritating and annoying. Sure, he was still a loudmouth merc, but he had definately changed. But, he'd be lying to himself if he had said he still didn't have feelings for Nissa. Becuase, he did. Very passionate ones, as a matter of fact.

Utahsi, meanwhile, had grown a lot. The horns on his head had grown bigger, and he himself had grown about 2 inches. His mastery of magicka, his knowledge, and his love for Sari had all grown exponentially, as well. In fact, now he had absolutely no doubts about marrying her. She was the one. The perfect girl. The best. And the announcement on the engagement that he had put off for two years (Dammit, George, Two years?) Would come soon...

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In whatever city the group had settled down in, Kaz and Vordel were out wandering beyond the gates, looking for bandits to kill and people to save. Utahsi, meanwhile, was at a local inn and picking up on the latest news in some poorly-written Newspaper.