Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140724121939

Leon Steelfang smiled again as he stood over Elisif, who was chained to a wall. He had a really good time with the former high queen and he had enjoyed it. Three days ago, he had performed the unthinkable, a deed he should not have done, according to his taticians. He joined his blood with hers, turning Elisif into a vampire as well, a vampire of nearly insatiable bloodlust (because Leon starved her). She would never be allowed back to society, even though the awakening of her Snaguinare Vampiris meant the recovery to her original state (Yes, she's as ugly or pretty as she was one month in RP time ago, but she has those great vampire eyes.).

Leon in fact had greater plans. When he swapped the Jarl for Alyssa and cash, the now crazed vampiric Jarl would wreak havoc in Solitude, creating enough time for him to escape to Cyrodiil, Hammerfell or High rock. Perfect plan indeed. (Leon never does stuff without plan B or planning.)

Leon Steelfang was jolted out of his dreaming when Ancarion tapped him on the shoulder. Turning, he asked "Have you dealt with Falion? The only one who can cure vampirism?"

"Dealt with as instructed. They said he was a powerful mage, but a crossbow bolt to the head solves problems instantly" laughed Ancarion "I missed the first one, he turned and the second shot hit him between the eyes."

"Well, I know I could depend one you, good job. Now, the idiots at Solitude will have to think twice when their precious queen goes back to them."

"You turned her into a vampire, because you needed Elisif as a distraction?"

"Clever. You finally got it."

"I know you actually fancy her, right? The nord girl that you always fantasized about, until the royals took her as a bride for their king. You made her a vampire so if they didn't take her back, She'll be your eternal bride."

"Nothing of that sort. You must be hearing rumors. I have never loved and never hated. I only kill."

"Well, guess so."

(Well, Elisif has been endlessly "used" by Leon Steelfang, plus she is a bloodstarved vampire now. Not the best of combinations. Of course, nobody will know until they actually do the swap, or attack the camp. Pretty sure she can still rule as Jarl, if she's given some rest and a blood potion every now and then. Ancarion's guess is actually not too off.)

Sorin sat down on a bench, taking a rest. Aylssa sat beside him, gulping down water and complaining about the weather, as she always did. Sorin asked "Well, I know you are now pretty decent with the blade, wanna have a match?"

"No point. I am hardly an Akaviri blademaster. You can kill one in seven strokes. How many strokes do you need for me? One?"

"Point taken. Well, do you think you are ready for the Fosworn? Or Leon if he attacks?"

"Well, I was ready for the Fosworn even though I couldn't swing a sword then, right? As for Leon, can we ever be ready for someone like that? We can only know if we fight him."

Sorin leaned back on the bench. It felt good when he could sit under the sun without wearing a hood (Well, relatively to before, when he was a full on vampire), the only feeling of discomfort being slightly reduced healing rates if he cut himself and an enervating feeling, nothing he couldn't compensate for.

Tacitus surveyed the new happenings, standing upon a roof, conveniently concealed by invisibility and his surroundings. His senses and intuition (and a convenient detect dead spell) told him that two vampires did the same. Another vampire sat on a bench beiside a good looking lady, while he knew that there would be others. The presence of the lady meant that Leon had not completed his mission. It had been one month. Leon's deadline was drawing near.

(Well, waiting for the opportunity to kill off Leon Steelfang and his motely crew. New antagonists will be coming, plus this time they have more motives.)