Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140720092605

(Ancarion himself is a very excellent actor, due to training and experience, you should target Vladimir, who is good with words, but not so good (Unless you manage to ask a question that Ancarion cannot even answer without sweating, but doing that can cross the Meta line quickly). I'll detail the manor: The armory is filled with Dwarven stuff - a rack of swords, some battleaxes and greatswords, bows, and armors. Every shelf is crammed with either old books of dubious nature or health potions. There is absolutely no alcoholic beverage anywhere. The kitchen is full of meat products only.)

"Sure, take a seat." said Ancarion, sitting down on an ornate chair (He's getting suspicious of Rho's true motive). He went on "She was out buying stuff since morning, since we live quite a distance from the towns. I was drunk at home and bandits attacked. I killed them, she came in and shrieked, but being drunk, I thought it was a battle cry and attacked with my sword. A sad coincidence, wouldn't you agree?"

"Sir, we shouldn't let anyone into our place. You know that this Argonian can be an assassin, right? Stop right there! Men, frisk him!" said Vladimir, drawing his dwarven sword and pointing it at the Argonian. He didn't want to risk anyone finding out about the plan.

"Vladimir! This is not how you treat guests!" Ancarion said. He looked back at the Argonian and continued "Well, you would sit down, right? Don't mind my head of guards, he's a little screwed up in the head and overparanoid. Plus he especially likes to frisk female guests. Don't worry, you are a guy, so he's not to particular."

Vladimir licked his dry lips and sheathed his sword, but he remained tense. (A little too tense, perhaps?). What the hell was Ancarion doing, playing the nice guy? (Vladimir is *cough* self-educated, he's not that used to society)

"That's the reason why we elves hate nords. Rash, unthinking and quick to fight." Ancarion said, shooting a filthy look at Vladimir. He continued "Anything else you want to ask?"

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Alyssa was close to collapsing. Sorin had upped the level of training, the places where his wooden sword hit were hurting. She looked at him, scowling "What the heck Sorin? Why are you so agressive?"

"Leon Steelfang's style is distinctly akaviri, he ducks around and slashes like a whirlwind. I must make sure you can counter it. However, he is pretty good with a shield."

"Whatever! Let's go another round!"

"Suit yourself."

Sorin and Alyssa continued to duel. Sorin obviously had the upper hand (and Alyssa will never reach his level, really). Alyssa managed to block only two out of three blows. When they finally stopped and returned to the bench, Sorin said "Seems like I need to buy you a ful set of ebony armor. You can't even block!"

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Leon Steelfang felt the slight thirst for blood set in, but weakness as the sun shone on him (Symptoms of sanguinare vampiris, not full blown yet). He was becoming a vampire soon. However, he still needed time. His powers have not developed. Ancarion's plan was brilliant, but the timeframe was not long enough.