Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140911023630

(She will. Sorin and Alyssa will come in to save her, as they have to.)

The spectra raven landed on Alyssa's head, startling her out of observing the vampires stare at the priests. Sorin asked "master, what do you have for us?"

"Ariana is in trouble, as usual. Get her out of there. You know where she is."

"Why me?"

"Because I am in Akavir discussing important things with my brother. Just do it, you are best of my disciples and I can't send anyone else. Also, I'll kill Alyssa if you don't go."

Sorin swore in dragon language, before he transformed into a cloud of bats and flew. It wasn't that far, actually. He knew his master was kidding, as usual, but it also meant Ariana was in real deep shit and really needed his help.

Alyssa scrambled to her feet and ran down to get the horse. She also knew the master was joking, but that was not the point.

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Ariana felt drained. Her control over cold was weakening, partially because her magicka reserves were being taxed, partially because she had not meditated properly in the past 48 hours. Irritating. So sword combat it was.

Ariana parried the blades of the nords that came for her, but she knew even with her nearly divine sword skills, she would lose to an army of big burly brutes. (to Ariana, all nords are dumb brutes, even the skilled ones)

Sorin reformed atop the walls of the camp, waiting for his magicka to come surging back to full. It came back fast enough. Without a second thought, he used pakour to get down onto the courtyard and entered the hallways.

He hated this. He might even help the guy put Ariana back into a cell.

Alyssa arrived at the the fort, dressed in guard's armor she purloined from a female guard she knocked out. She ran into the fort, pretending to be just another guard. She quietly readied flame.

(Her katana is a little obvious, but meh)