Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140727041903

Tacitus heard the centurion call for a retreat. He smiled and shot a flare skyward. Within moments, the Black Guard was gone. Tacitus wanted to count his men.

Rematerializing in their temporary forward base, Tacitus counted his men. Ravnier, Grakk and Vauban were gone, probably dead. Damned it, he lost three men. Grakk wasn't much of a loss since he was reckless, but Ravnier and Vauban? Was Sorin that skilled? No way, they must have been killed in the intense fighting. Tacitus looked up as his Mistress materialized, asking "What happened?"

"We lost Vauban, Grakk and Ravnier. At least I, Furyon and Master are still alive."

"Hmm, maybe you all should not directly intervene, but play your roles as true assassins. I don't care much for Grakk since he was the worst, Ravnier was way too antisocial for my tastes. But losing Jean Francois Vauban is not good news."

"Do you want us to withdraw?"

"No, I will see the Fosworn king myself and pressure him to send his top warriors."

Tacitus placed his fist over his chest. He grabbed his Mistress' arm and said "well, sister, hope you are right"

The eight of them teleported to Markath.

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Sorin heard the command to retreat. Where was Alyssa when she was needed most? He transformed into a cloud of bats, flying off into the night after the retreating imperials. He made sure that he picked up the two Black Guard blades, destroying the bodies. Nobody needed to find out Jean Francois escaped alive.

Jean Francois (he might be fleshed out if I deem it necessary) saw a pair of redguards holding up a Redguard woman and a Breton wench. While he didn't care about the Redguard female, the white knight in him cried foul for not standing up for the Breton Lady.

Jean Francois stood up from his table, moving into shadows, his right hand on the hilt of his blade, electricity coming to his left (his skill with blades is similar to Sorin, but his skill with other weapons is not, neither does he have Sorin's ridiculous physical prowess, except he's better with a bow. He is more of an assassin, though.)

Alyssa continued to wonder what was going on. Why wouldn't they attack the enemy at night? She predicted they were somewhere in Hjaalmarch, close to the Pale. Just whose camp were they going for?