Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170208034446

"I just wonder if there will be a place for my people, if we manage to survive that is", Hildi said. "I don't think people will take too kindly to the fact that the Beasts were first born from the blood of my ancestors and my kin."

"Those... RATS!" exclaimed the Argonian all of a sudden as she spotted a feisty rodent skittering in-between Aigren's legs. "Hold still, while I..."

The rat squeaked and ran into a dark hole along the wall, followed by Has-Many-Teeth's disintegrating stare. She quickly took notice of Aigren still standing there.

"Oh, right... Imperial Legion. Trouble." She scratched her chin as she pondered. "Hmm, this is not good. Military. Probably superior in technology if they have managed to survive for this long. Coming from the east... Morrowind. Vvardenfell. Possible recovered technology from the Dwemer... Battle formations? Outcome..." Has-Many-Teeth took a deep breath. "... not looking good."

She seemed to snap out of her trace of though, focusing on Aigren yet again. "We need weapons, yes? Plenty of them. Explosives, traps, projectiles..." The Argonian waved Aigren over to the factory section of her workshop. There was a table standing by the far end of a wall. "Follow the instructions there and get to work. My factory is for the most part automated, but the machines need a prototype to go after. I have spent nearly two months on perfecting these new weaponry designs, so your news is a godsent."

"I don't know. Never asked him", Ran'Jinro said as they approached the workshop, finding Aigren inside along with Has-Many-Teeth. "Oh, do we come uninvited?"

"Ran!" exclaimed the Argonian. "No, not at all. Was in fact just enlisting one of your former students here to create my new designs. What can I do for you and... ratshit!" she exclaimed all of a sudden. But this time it wasn't due to the rodents that seemed to haunt her mind.

She had just taken notice of Ran'Jinro's lack of left arm. "Uhm..."

"Yeah", he said. "I know you studied Trymir's prosthetics and improved them. Was thinking if maybe... there was a prototype or something in it for me in here?"

"Hmm", mumbled the Argonian at the sight of the stump. "It seems to have healed up. If you want me to re-attach some limbs it will have to mean to cut things open again, if you know what I mean?"

Ran'Jinro seemed to whimper at the sound of her statement. "There... there is no other way?"

"I do have prosthetics for show as well, but you aren't gonna slay many Beasts with just one functional arm now, are you? So it's either a functional metal arm connected to your nerve system, or a worthless piece of junk that will just be there for show, but with no strings attached, so to speak."

Ran smacked with his lips, obviously scared by the fact that she would had to re-open his wound in order to fix him up. "Go with the former then", he sighed. "I can take more pain."

Anyone who met with the Emperor's People could attest to that...