Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180303163246/@comment-24510587-20180305230444

In Ves, Julie had finally found a future. After that one last night together with the fellowship, they set off to the West Weald, where they made themselves the home on a hill by the edge of the forest, just like they had envisioned it. Away from the hassle of the city, he, she, and Lianne spent their days in peace, quiet, and happiness.

Ves kept devoting himself to his lover for the rest of his days, protecting the little family they'd formed when necessary and taking care of them when they were sick or weak. He'd keep doing this until he were to become too old and frail to support them, but even then he would never stop loving them.

And thus, despite all odds, Julie's long, exhausting journey had a happy ending after all.

Errant went on to do what he did best; he ventured out into the world, finding adventure wherever possible and exploring as many new places as he could. Being immortal meant that he could keep going forever, and stories of the walking plate would be told for many centuries to come. Every few generations, he would check in on the Theronian family, with which he would always remain intertwined.

And Mortimer? Well, he returned to the closest thing he had to a home on Tamriel: the Dwemer ruin where his body was built, Avanchnzel. Based upon the sorceries that had been used in reviving him, he learned how to build himself new bodies and improve upon their designs. Soon enough, he had turned Avanchnzel into his sanctuary, guarded by Automata of his own making. He even created small, bird-like Animunculi to carry messages - or his own Soul Gem and thus his being - to his friends.

For the stitchwork turned metal man, life was good.