Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-29461586-20141012100440

"...I thought of the same thing with you as well..." Aia whispered.

"For now... just... just rest... I'll be here, as always..." She told Robin before falling asleep beside her.

-

At Skyrim, the Reach...

A horse with a cloaked rider can be seen racing for Markarth. The rider arrives after 15 minutes of non-stop running and got off her horse.

The undead recognize the warrior and decided to allow her into the city. A small gust of wind causes her cloak to fly a little and reveal her armor. It was a Squire's Armor, almost similar to that of someone who died in Karthwasten.

The figure quickly walked towards Understone Keep and entered. She then approached a illusion of Asiv, who was sitting in the Mournful Throne.

"Lord Asiv."

"Ren Oaken-Shield... I hope your body is... coping well from the sudden embrace of my blood.

It wasn't easy bringing you back from the dead. A few prisoners had to be sacrificed to purge you of the filth of the beast blood."

"It is, my lord. I thank you for this gift."

"Good. Now then... what of the Forsworn that crawls in my land?"

"They prove to be incrediubly elusive, my lord. They have hideouts scattered everywhere. Not even our bone hawks can pinpoint their true location."

"Hnn. I shouldn't be surprised. The Forsworn did know every nook and cranny of the Reach unlike us. Still, order the men to stay on full alert and kill any Forsworn on sight."

"And what of King Asiv?"

"...The future is beyond my sight. I still must serve him for the path that has been laid out to me. I expect you to do the same."

"...Yes, my lord."