Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140727024325

(I'll cut down the exposition.)

Sorin shifted out of the way with another bat form, the Fosworn running into air. Sorin turned and picked up the blade Grakk dropped with his free hand, flinging it at the Fosworn's chest. (I'll give the Fosworn a fighting chance this time)

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Tacitus, Xiuhcoatl and Furyon continue to butcher Imperials that came their way, parrying and dodging arrows with unmatched precision, every strike they performed lethal. Tacitus wondered how the others did. "Was I right in sending Grakk against Sorin? Grakk is reckless, plus Ravnier is not the type to look after newbies" Tacitus wondered aloud.

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Jean Francois arrived in Whiterun. He sold his armor, changing into a set of modified glass armor (smaller, flatter pauldrons, plates are thicker), swapping out his black cape for a white one. Burning the black cape, Jean Francois found s secluded spot, cut his hair, bleached it and restyled it, pulling off all the disguises on his face. He was tired of the sick acts he committed to maintain his guise. It would be good if the Empire looked after their agents, but he doubted they cared about spies. He sold his Black Guard's blade for a glass longsword, a weapon his hand was more suited to. He walked into the Bannered Mare, seeking a drink.

(Tacitus won't be able recognize Jean Francois. His spells are: lightning rune, thunderbolt and sparks in addition to the stuff he has. Toraak-Shiae was the one who taught all of them how to be super efficient with electricity, as well as how to combine it with sword fighting. Jean Francois is actually a boyish 23 year old who does undercover for the empire.)