Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150828165808/@comment-24736819-20150921172147

"First we need to make sure the place is safe. If he managed to get classified information before, he might as well be trying to do it again.", Farraud commented, "After all, this is a gathering of the leaders of this army."

"Agreed.", Doraleous nodded, but looked at the redguard with some suspicion.

"My husband was brutally murdered! You got to help!", she kept pestering them.

"So, Uncle, I've been informed that you are not too happy. It is the way of life, old man.", Balin met his Uncle aboard the Bone Maw. The creepy ship crewed by his Uncle's creepy men, "The young surpasses the old."

"Yes, yes...Very funny, Balin. Sit down.", it was a weird change of humour that the Prince saw in his father's younger brother.

"Alright, what is it?", the breton changed his tone into a more serious one, to match his Uncle's.

"This concerns the future of our family. I heard your father foolishly joined a war...he sails through the northern waters with Farrun's fleet and conquered White Haven.", Joramun explained.

"True, that is what happened...but wait, why did you said 'foolishly'? Our neighbors needed our help to bring justice over a traitor.", Balin remarked, surprised that his Uncle knew about the events.

"Because that war is going to get him killed. I warned him a long time ago that if he entered another war, it would be his doom. He ignored my advice, apparentely, but seeing that he still breathes then it might not be too late.", as soon as Joramun finished speaking, the robed woman entered the Captain's cabin.

"What? How would you know that?!", Balin ignored the woman and focused on what his uncle was telling him.

"I wouldn’t... but she would.", he pointed at the woman, "Laich is a farseer and she saw your father's future when we visited Farrun a long time ago. Don't be like your father, trust what I am saying.", the large breton explained, "I've been all around the seas and I've seen a lot to know she speaks the truth. Find your father and retreat your army."

Balin stood in silence for a few moments and glanced at the completely covered woman. He knew she was trouble when he first entered the ship and now he was proven right.

"I don't think he will listen, Uncle. And I don't think it would be the right thing to do...", he looked back to Joramun, "And why would you care now? Why are you telling me this?"

"Because while we were hunting, she had another vision last night. You, your brothers, sister and mother... You will die alongside Tormund.", he revealed, somberly.

Balin smirked and thought he figured his Uncle's wish, "That would suit you, right? If all of us are gone, you will finally become King. No longer you will hold the title of 'failure brother'.", he spat.

"DON'T BE FOOLISH, BOY!", Joramun got up in a jump, hitting the table with all his might and using that thunderous voice common to the Toreau.

Balin's eyes widened as a grim ambience took place, darkening the room.

"Besides, I have no wish to become King of Farrun.", he sat back down, calming up a little, "I'm already one."

Balin was caught off guard. His Uncle was a King? What did he meant?

"You are a King?", the Prince worded his doubt.

"Aye. King of Pirates.", Joramun answered.

...

Balin got back to the Sea Giant in a state of shock. Too many informations were delivered in that chat with his Uncle and he was still doubting some of them.

"Captain? Something is wrong?", Azaron of the Red Mountain approached.

"That is a difficult thing to answer, Azaron.", Balin said, looking back to the Bone Maw.

"Alright, then...So, Wayrest?", the dunmer asked and the Prince simply nodded before heading into his own cabin.