Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170213143430

"A farseer? Hmm, that turned out to be even more interesting than I thought...", Gaelesil rose from his chair, which Balin took as a menacing movement and matched.

"As I said before, Prince. You have nothing to fear from me... I know I am an acquired taste, your Uncle can vouch foe that, but I mean you two no harm. You came for help, so help you shall get.", the altmer's excited semblant turned grim.

"Sorry, Lord Gaelesil, but with the latest ongoing events you can never be too sure of others.", Balin still had his hand resting over the hilt of his sword.

"Ah, yes. High Rock has become a web of treachery and lies, deceit and cover. I can understand your worries, but here in Balfiera we don't give two shits about the will of foreign Kings, Queens or whatever... As you've witnessed yourself, if they wish to anchor here they will need a permit, which they won't get and not all altmers are as graceful and welcoming as I am... You two are safe here, trust me.", the altmer snapped his fingers once again and just like before, the other grey-eyed altmer with short hair called Geel appeared. Only this time, he carried a silver plate.

"Your tea, Master.", the altmer had an youthful voice, which indicated that he probably wasn't much older than Balin himself.

"Thank you, Geel. Prince Balin, ms Fiandrael, now that we are all friends here, let me introduce you to my apprentice: Geel Corelanya.", Gaelesil smiled and the younger altmer bowed with an incredible grace.

"Pleasure.", Balin muttered, returning the courtesy while the purple robed woman barely moved.

"Thank you, Geel. Return to your studies, then...", the Camoran waved the boy away anf indicated once again for the guests to take their seats, "Now, tell me about those visions. Do they always become truth or the fact that you have seen them allows you to change it?"

"The first most of the times, but the latter if I try really hard.", Fiandrael answered, without reaching out to grab a cup of tea.

"So, what you see can be changed. Useful gift, I'd say.", the altmer sipped his cup for a few seconds before laying it down, "So what exactly is the problem?"

"It is not in my control... It comes and goes as it pleases, unless I...Ehrm...", the elven girl started explaining, but felt shy to continue the explanation to a man she barely knew.

"Unless you create a strong bond or involve yourself into a tantric experience, is that correct? Your power works wonders if you are copulating, right?", Gaelesil returned to his tea as if the conversation was a common matter.

"Y-yes...Ahm, yeah. How did you know?", finally the altmer's knowledge peaked some of the girl's curiosity.

"Ah, my dear, I have witnessed such power before... I studied it to the very last book, until there was nothing left to know. Of course, this power never quite manifests itself in the same way and as such, there are plenty of others soothsayers, future tellers, but your are just the second one whom I've met capable of doing so by using tantric powers.", the altmer explained, "I can help you...though, I don't believe the Prince will be happy to what I will propose."

Tormund was overseeing the training of the vampire hunters when his elder daughter came to him.

"Father, you should read this.", the princess said, placing three papers on his hand.

"It was addressed to me... Why is it opened? Ah, forget it, I know your mother is a curious lass. Hmm, Royal Seal?", Tormund read the letters, being very thorough in his examination.

"An unexpected ally, huh? You can finally stop playing make believe and do something!", Balla let out as soon as she realized her father had finished reading,

"Balla, your mocking tone is starting to get on my nerves. Good for the half-elf that he finally found out who he is, but I've done my share of fighting other people's wars. We have urgent matters here in our own Kingdom and I'd rather die than order my man to abandon their families to fight in foreign lands. I am done.", Tormund's thunderoud voice was not something easily muffled, even with the loud clashing of shields and swords on the courtyard.

"When did you became a coward, father?", Balla spat, quite literally on her father's boots, "You are but a memory of the great King you once were! Pathetic!"

The princess declared all those words loudly and since Tormund's voice already did the job of catching people's attention, there wasn't a single person who hadn't heard Balla's harsh words. She stomped away from her father and back into the castle.

"What was that all about?", Chandagnac's question surprised the bearded King.

"Shandy? I wasn't informed of your return. That was nothing that we should worry about, just a rightful heir reaching out for his stolen throne. I trust you were able to convince them?", Tormund asked.

"Oh, yes. It was truly easy, your plan worked out perfectly. We have their support and more importantly their numbers. Still, no one has seen your brother... Sorry.", the Quartermaster replied.

"My brother will show himself wheh he wishes to... but for now, we'll do just fine with his fleet of cutthroats. It was high time someone showed those delicate nobles what it meant to be truly violent. None shall escape, you hear me? Their lineages are done for good."