Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140712151638

Alador1666 wrote: "Sorin? The vampire who I gave covering fire at the battle of Markarth? How are you still alive? I didn't see you excaping earlier." He said to Sorin while standing next to his obstacle course.

"And I see whoever she is is also still alive. You two must've been evry lucky. " "The Fosworn can't take me that easily. Stole one of their horses with Alyssa here and rode all the way to Dragon's bridge on mountain paths, killed some of them along the way" smiled Sorin, who continued "Went to Windhelm to access my equip drops on horse too, before the Fosworn searched Dragon's bridge. Well, the fancy hair and blue eyes are a long story. You don't think a couple of Fosworn can kill a vampire and arch pyromancer, do you"

Finishing his sentence, Sorin pulled off his cloak, having seen the not too clean state of Kantar's cloak. He wasn't about to make the same mistake. Looking at the Legate (as in the legate who asked him to take the oath), Sorin began, his years of combat training paying off as he ran to the first wall, avoiding all the spikes. Sorin's muscular arms and supernatural strength allowed him to drag himself over the first wall and his long legs and pakour practice allowed him to clear the pit easily (brace for facepalm moment!)

The arches were way more daunting. Sorin found it hard to crawl through, for his broad shoulders bumped against the arches repeatedly and he hit his head more than a couple of times. How irritating. At least he left his cloak behind, it could get snagged. Eventually, he made it out of the other side and cast a redundant close wounds spell as the trainees laughed. Damned arches, he would have just used bats to get through it if nobody was looking.

Sorin ran to the muddy patch, choosing his path seemingly at random, but actually calculating his steps. He scaled the second wall as he did for the first, jumping down with a finishing roll. He was now third because of the stupid arches (which took him inordinately long, because he's not used to going through it in one piece, but rather as a bat swarm). The hydrophobic armor immediately shed the mud as he walked back to the start to grab his cape and put it on again. Turning to Alyssa, he said "Your turn, you might consider a shorter skirt."

(Wait for it...)