Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140830053125

(Lol, if you pulled that trick on Alyssa it would lorebreak if she couldn't discern...)

Corentin and Tacitus reappeared on a small hill, their men soon reappearing along with them. It was time to go deep underground. Very deep. Into a fortified old Dwemer ruin, rigged with enough dwarven weaponry to blow up an army who attacked. It only had one entrance and exit, a singular elevator. The true base the Black Guard used. The 60 poor men who died were trainees. It was a waste.

After walking a short distance, the pair spotted a dwarven fort built against a mountain, with a single gate. Each tower was crowned by a ballista and the main, central tower, sitting upon the peak, sparked with electricity. The final dwarven fort, the only one built for war.

The men entered the fort and took the elevator underground. It was good to bide their time, until the world forgot them. They would then reappear.

(it's a small dwemer fort on the Skyrim - Cyrodiil boundry. It's the final recall point for any Black Guard, if every other safe house is discovered.)

Tacitus slammed his palm on the dwarven table in the war room, shouting "My sister is captured by the imperials and you will leave her to rot in a prison? Do you know the fomula she used to beautify herself? It is something she must drink every week, or she will go insane and her flesh will melt. I saw the notes on it." (it is the day she must drink it...)

Corentin sat down and said "What do you expect us to do? Even with our expertise, we can only take on at most 120 battlemages. Cyrodiil is crawling with thousands. Your sister is worth less than these 40 men."

(For the moment, Corentin and Tacitus will go into occlusion until they are forgotten.)

Master Toraak-Shiae bid farewell to Alyssa they parted ways in Cyrodiil, giving her a flaming ebony sword as a parting gift, similar to the one she lost. He had teleported her for his disciple's benefit, for he forsaw chaos in Cyrodiil, which was were Sorin's estate was located.

The Tsaesci master again exploded into shimmering particles as he teleported back to his temple. Nobody spotted him.

Alyssa walked in silence. She was dressed in hooded black robes, her face mostly concealed, a few errant blonde strands coming out of the hood's opening. An ebony sword was strapped across her back, in a convenient location for her left, mechanical hand to draw.

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Sorin smiled as he saw his master's ectoplasmic raven once more, who swooped down and spoke "You girl is in Cyrodiil now. She knows what to do. I will await the opportunity to reunite the two of you. Alyssa will become immortal when the time is right, when you decide that your love is beyond her mortality."

"Thank you."

"Send my adopted daughter my love. I won't recall her. She needs to learn about the real world. Also, make sure she never slips into stage four."

"Noted. Goodbye, master!"

"Goodbye, my boy. When you get married, invite me. Also, invite the cocky vampire who calls himself Zero. We might need to say hello to each other."

(When will Fulvia be executed? Has to be a spectacle. After she dies, her body will dissolve due to the fomula she used to alter her flesh)