Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-25127382-20141122151235

(Damn it, no one's coming to me. Screw it, I'm gonna have one of my characters leave the Rift and do sh*t.)

"Father, I intend to leave Riften for a while, as there are not many interesting things going on within this overgrown ward." Setsuna said to Lucien.

"Very well. I hope you learn something, maybe you will encounter a few dragons out there. I shall hope so." Lucien replied. "I would suggest staying away from Winterhold. If even gods tell us not to trust the Steelfangs, we should probably follow that advice. The rest of the holds should be fine though. Whiterun and Eastmarch are mainly ruled by Etaret Witchbane, and the main foes there would be mortal. Try not to cause him too much trouble, as you are wearing Black Fang armour, and we are supposed to be allies. The Pale is inhabited by pirates, mainly, and should prove no danger, and the rest of the Holds are under Imperial control. I would suggest one of those if you intend to wreak havoc."

"Yes, father." Setsuna replied. "Anything else before I leave?"

"If you see any gems that five off a strange aura, or that your instincts warn you about, bring them back. Especially if you find one that is black. Oh, and perhaps you should use your alteration to change the form of your six year old body."

"I prefer it when my foes underestimate me." Setsuna replied. "The assassin's guile."

"That's right. Your mother taught you well." Lucien said. "Well, off with you, then!"

Shortly after, Setsuna teleported to the nearest town outside of the Rift, Kynesgrove.

"Where to..." She muttered to herself. She eventually decided to go to the center of Skyrim. The plains of Whiterun Hold were famous for their beauty, after all. And so she began walking on foot to Whiterun.

(I nominate Lucien as father of the Era, as not only did he slit open his six year old daughter's stomach, but he also lets her wander the normally dangerous wilds of Skyrim on her own.)