Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-5583506-20140831151024

"Do you know who we are?" asked Shabhira.

"You are The Obsidian Children", replied Gatz. "Some sort of mercenary group, this one believe?"

She shook her head. "We are nothing like that. It saddens Shabhira to hear these words coming out of your mouth, Da'Shanji. You were so loyal to our cause and you were loved just because of that."

"Then who are you? Who is Gatz?" he asked.

She stood up and looked around inside the chamber. "About thirty years ago or so this was a research facility", she explained. "Some sort of after-war shelter for talented scientists. This is where you were born, brother."

It made him uncomfortable that she always called him her "brother", but kissed him as affectionate as if he was her lover. "Who was this one's father and mother then? Gatz cannot remember."

She snickered. "You, Shabhira and the rest of The Obsidian Children, have no parents", she said. "We are all siblings, yet we share no bond of blood."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Excuse this one, but what exactly do you mean?"

She smiled. "This is where we were born, brother. This is where we were created. It's really amazing isn't it? To think that from one small vial of DNA, be able to create a superior breed of glorious Khajiit."