Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-11457306-20140118035149

Lab Coat Billy wrote: (Wait... you have no idea of what Tamriel is like outside of Skyrim? I remember you saying you had little knowledge of Cyrodiil, but that's something altogether different.)

(In other news, my absence is likely to become a recurring theme. As of late, I have been presented with many meetings and things of the like, all of which have been sapping my free time. Apologies to all.)

(And Pickles, we're in the region around the Imperial City. I don't remember the exact name of that region, though.)

Makoru didn't have time to answer before Seline stepped out of her chambers, wearing an emotionless mask as she looked down at the two adventurers. She trotted into the garden, closing the steel doors behind her as she took her seat at the foot of the fountain.

"I need to speak with Mak in private, if that's okay," she asked, turning to Torene as her face grew ashen. Something was wrong, but she was apparently not going to reveal the issue with a witch watching her like a hawk.

Jack frowned and looked back to Stroggvir and Anwen, having seen the evidence of the great battle they had evidentally fought out of eyesight.

"Are you sure, Stroggvir? Looks like a little more than a flesh wound to me," he offered. (I have never played any of the other games.  I've been playing Skyrim for a little less than a year.)

Torene looked at the closed steel doors. "Then let me out."

Strogg looked at Jack. "Have you a way to heal her?  You cannot even heal Nahlgaaf.  He looks worse than Anwen."