More significantly, that means that the woman the villain wanted is dead and that makes all the backstory seem even less relevant.
Well, the story has always felt less like "I'll make her mine at any cost" and more like "screw you and everyone near you over this incident I can't fix."
Which is one of the main reasons I don't trust it all the way.
((Well, those all still sound like choices to be made. Though I suppose the question is what to do after this conversation))
But honestly I'd rather go off and do something else. IronyOwl, if you have a "take the initiative" proposal, I'm all ears, but right now this feels like "press yes to continue" so I propose we simply press yes, and get on with the actual game.
Well... we could become an exotic adventuring troupe. Current plan is to train us, then I presume track down our father, then I presume uncover the truth and confront whatshisname. We could try amending that to train us, track down our father while exploring haunted crypts and lightless caves, then recruit a fourth man and continue adventuring unless we decide otherwise. Finding father part aside, it'd allow us to go literally anywhere, as well as being good training, somewhat profitable, interesting, and would make life difficult for any jilted lovers trying to track down and murder us.
Naturally, Pops wouldn't necessarily be fond of that, but he kind of needs us and it's not a
terrible plan, just... roundabout.
Either way, given his frame, I suspect grandpappy's a melee beast, though given that he's a dark elf it wouldn't surprise me if he's a gish and/or has a roguish streak. He could also just be an inexplicably well-built full caster, but no matter. A frontliner would open up squishier builds, though I think I'd prefer a more medium-armor path anyway. Maybe medium armor, conjuration, destruction, block, long blade? We summon daedric weapons and friends, dot an enemy, then move in for melee. Maybe add in restoration if we have time, or a utility skill like enchanting or lockpicking.
Our mother could do restoration and maybe alteration for defenses, and otherwise rely on hiding behind the menfolk for living.
"But Artorius, your mother isn't a hero like us proud Neros," our grandpappy says.
"And Artorius, I don't want to die in a cave," our mother points out.
"Nonsense, you're being hunted by a murderous cultist just like we are and think of how hot you'll look in a sorceress dress," we reply, settling the matter once and for all.