Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150210232837/@comment-5543592-20150211031233

"Take us to him." Said Tomas. The group was escorted a bit off the beaten path. They arrived on a well-fortifed hill, with Forsworn tepees and lots of other Forsworn-y things, like bones and such. And sure enough, sitting on a throne in the middle of camp, was Artair himself. He still had his long red hair and boyish features. He was resting his cheek on his fist as he gazed down at the group.

"Tomas, you son of a bitch!" Said Artair. His face lit up as he say his old friend from the Academy. When I heard someone was walking around impresonating you, I had to meet this ballsy joy myself. But sure enough, it's you, in the flesh. Now how in Oblivion did you survive a tower falling on you?"

"The Remnants rebuilt me.  I'm working with them to take down the Conscious' allies."

"Yeah, I hear that metal facker is still at it.  Tell me, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"We're looking to deal with the Dwemer Cult.  They're an ally of the Conscious."

"Excellent!  Me and some of my men were about to go chop them up.  They've been killing some of my people.  Can't let that stand."

Tomas opened his mouth to object, but then thought for a moment.

(Does Tomas team up with Artair to wipe out the Cult or does take Artair down and have he and the group just handle the Cult?"