Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140708131700

(Maybe you could... Sorin and Alyssa took a horse, plus they knew the way, so naturally they reached earlier)

Sorin Steelfang sat in the chair of the room. He didn't want to sleep on the same bed as Alyssa, even though she would not be adverse to that. Vampires didn't really need sleep anyway, neither did they get drunk. He sealed the door with a poison rune, as was his usual practice. Closing his eyes, he meditated. Defeat was only temporary, after all. The lack of pay, however was not a good sign, plus it gave him less of a reason to continue fighting. His thoughts began to drift. Yes, he admitted to himself, his associate was extremely charming, he was susceptible to such beauty, as he had been for the past five years they worked together. But he would outlive her by far. Theirs was an impossible relationship. Sorin's vampirism was less of a curse than for most, for he had negated many issues with it (he is not weak against fire as a conventional vampire is, plus his magicka refilled constantly at a good speed, he also has VL skills for his normal form.), but the immortality weighed in on his mind. If he was together with Alyssa, her passing would unmake him, the passing of their descendants would be even worse. Better remain platonic friends.

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Alyssa, so much for her usage of powers not meant for her, was not tired enough to sleep. She was furious, furious that her power was not enough to decimate all the reachmen. A pyromancer of her skill should never be defeated, never! She had fried the bulk of the reachmen that attacked, but that did not change anything. She contemplated returning to Markath to raise hell, but that would be extremely stupid. Closing her eyes, she tried to sleep once more. Damnned Breton fools who deserved to die. She as good as came for nothing...

(Lol, a love story almost as bad as twilight, except the vampire is actually badass and the chick is way more powerful than anyone else...)