Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150429063943/@comment-25038310-20150429145731

Jack sighed.

"Well.. Thank you, I suppose. You should leave. Valkyrie, her troops and the Masked-Eyes don't trust dragon priests, regardless on who's side you really are." Jack warned.

He looked at the Khajit for a moment, and then at the battlefield. The battle had ended, and with combined forces, the Masked-Eyes and the Ghost Wolves had conquered Solitude.

He looked down at Valkyrie, shaking her abit to see if she would wake up anytime soon.

"Matriarch Ghost-Wolf? I'm glad to say that Solitude has been conquered. Wake up already, will you?" He asked, lowering his hood and bandana.

Bjorn walked with his sword in hand towards Jack and the two Ghost-Wolves, followed by Antoine who still held his bow in his hands. The two looked at Jack, and then looked down at the Matriarch and the Khajit.

A few moments later, the two Masked-Eyes looked at Jack. Bjorn didn't speak, but merely sheathed his blade and crossed his arms. Antoine instead, took the word.

Some Masked-Ones, shrouded in either leather hooded armor or lightweight ebony looked from a distance, cheering on the siblings. Their roars and rallies echoed across Solitude, a sign that the battle had been won and moods were lifted. Not many Masked-Eyes fell, but the blood of both cultists and the Resistance had painted the city houses and the stones on the floor.

"Jack.. what are you doing with her? She is no allie of ours, and she uses the very ideals we -.."

"The ideals that we disagree with? Must I remind you of your older sibling, standing right next to you? We will not treat those with the same cause with petty insults, threats, and judge them with an outdated view of the old ways of the Masked-Eye."

"That ideology is the very thing that defines us, Ja-..!"

"Shut up, Antoine. Jack is correct. We have fought with these people, and I do not wish to see fine warriors like them dead by our hand." the giant warrior next to Antoine interrupted him, holding out an armored hand in front of the assassin. Antoine clearly feared the man. He glared at him for a moment, wanted to say something, but.. he chose not to. He turned around, and headed towards his own Masked-Ones. In group, Antoine, followed by his loyal assassins, left, heading towards the Imperial palace.

The troops of the Masked-Ones were silenced by the drama concerning them allying with the Ghost-Wolves, but the Old Ideology was not followed by many in the organization.

Jack looked up at Bjorn and nodded at him in gratitude. Bjorn returned the gesture by nodding. Jack wasn't sure, but it could have been that Bjorn was smiling under his helmet.