Hooooboy. Elder Scrolls OC that just won't shut his mouth.

[helseth_spawn]

You are most certainly out of your mind. Oh-- Mundane, is that what I'm meant to call you now?

I want nothing to do with my father's filthy throne, and I will under no circumstances return to Morrowind. I took Thoryn away from there for a reason. Cirodiil was not ideal at first, I admit. Even having Vonden and Elynu-- both from well bred families as well-- aiding in our flight, it took its toll.

You're meaning to tell me that you're going to leave this time period where we have a variable empire all our own; ah, I must thank you for the lovely ruins that we've been refurnishing at any rate. Hundreds of years in our future you have the nerve to say something as ridiculous as that there are dragons afoot?

And that my kindred are tossed to the winds this way and that in that foul, stinking Nord rathole of Skyrim?

Ludicrous. I have no interest in this venture.

--Sethelvani Hlaalu, son of Helseth Hlaalu, heir of Barenziah

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[helseth_spawn]

[That makes Sethelvani let out a hardy laugh.]

My party and I seem to have chosen to take our flight in just the nick of time; as no one has heard word from Mournhold at all since the big... mess that was made of Vvardenfell. You see, good old Vonden even seems to think it would be wise to turn right 'round and go conquer the stinking mess ourselves but...

I've taken a liking to Cyrodiilic Brandy.

[With that he gives a rather smarmy grin. It's very obvious that he did inherit one thing; he definitely likes to hear himself talk.]

[moonandstar]

[Garyn lets out a dark chuckle.]

Of course, I see perfectly well now. Like every wastrel born into the purple, you're more than content to live high on the hog, getting drunk while your homeland burns. Not that it isn't better without more idle royals in it.