Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160811184605/@comment-24760123-20160816085147

"Well, to summarize the events of the past few weeks, after I went to Cyrodiil, the Emperor decided to hire a few mercenaries. Predictably, he and I decided to not let them have all the fun. Snow-Throat fell on our way to Skuldafn, and we did find Walk-Brass."

Aryon walked up to the Queen. "However, an old friend of mine appeared. Dumac. Walk-Brass fell..."

The Nerevarine seemed to be fighting back tears. "Dammit. Everything I do for Morrowind, for you, nothing seems to work..."