Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-24123288-20140729043650

Lianne was staring out into the sea, lost in the tales her mother had told her about the day she'd met her father...

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Meanwhile, on The Justiciar...

Tiberionus sat in his quarters rubbing his eyes with his hands, deep in thought.

I've been gone a few days and we've already pushed our advantage and taken more of the Ashlands between Tel Mythrin and Raven Rock.

The Dunmer King smiled, placing his hands on his thighs and looking up to the ceiling of his cabin.

"I've been gone a few days when I shouldn't have left at all!" He laughed to himself. "We've lost him. I should take over the island whilst he is gone. Give him a nice present to come back to!"

Tiberionus laughed again, clappig is hands once, summoning his aide.

"My king?" The old Dunmer bowed, graciously.

"Tell the captain we're setting sail back to Tel Mythrin!" He said happily.

"Miss the wife eh?" His aide chuckled cheerfully, before silencing himself.

Tiberionus scowled at the old man darkly. "Never mention my weak willed pathetic excuse of a wife in front of my face!" He bellowed, swinging his battleaxe and decapitating his aide in a fit of rage.

The King sighed, sitting back down at his desk and resumed rubbin his eyes.

''My general is more efficient than I had ever realised she would be. The way she wields her weapon. It's simply, sublime...''

''What was it she called herself nowadays? Ah, yes.''

The Hunter...