Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20150507072752/@comment-24736819-20150625054754

"Hmm, I did not remembered what happened until now. Yes, it is all coming back... I saved my niece from rogue Jun seeking revenge, but not without being injured in the process. I woke up several days later near Ivarstead with no memory and a large wound in my stomach."

Since the big khajiit was shirtless, the scar of what was once the wound was very noticeable.

"I spent days tending to my own wounds and oblivious to what was going on around the land. Reconnecting myself with the Force and for the first time in my life achieving a state of peace which I didn't believed to exist. I found my way up to where I couldn't be bothered by men and their trivial affairs, ending up here... I had my share of battles, of discussions and missions. More than any other Jun, Vul or however they decide to call themselves now as I no longer am part of neither. I'm helping you, because you are the only chance to finish it all, to put an end to this war and to finally help my niece to find her true path.", Jah'Rakal got up, towering over the nord.

"You have a lot of work to do. A lot of work."

(Now, Lazzy, you can say something if you like but the next post we'll be skipping the training to reach the same timeline as the other characters.)

Once inside the Throne room, Arlowe found 4 men sitting by the table and playing cards. They had some amount of gold in front of each and they were clearly betting.

One of the men stood out more than the others and somehow Arlowe knew that man was the one in charge. They were too concentrated in the game and didn't realized the Vul's presence.