Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140808061516

Alyssa took the opportunity to sneak out of the torture chambers. She avoided all the fights, taking advantage of the distraction to slip past the battling Fosworn and Thralls.

After carefully planning her route, she moved through the doors of Understone keep.

Tacitus and his men spotted Alyssa leaving. Tacitus shouted "give chase. We cannot let her escape!"

"Idiot! If she got out so easily, the keep will be all the more fucked up. We better check on your sister and the king" shouted Corentin.

"I know. I was planning to secure my sister with the rest, insolent fool. Go after Alyssa with Furyon!"

"Furyon should go alone. What can a handless woman do? We better calm the keep down! Also, did you forget you sent the rest to spy on the cities?"

"Fuck, you should have reminded me. Fine, Furyon, block Alyssa. Corentin, follow me!"

Corentin and Tacitus immediately marked and recalled. They entered Understone keep, only to see thralls and Fosworn locked in combat. They drew their weapons and engaged. Of course, when they fought thralls that lacked any combat experience, they could drop the thralls like flies. Former warriors would take more swordplay.

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Alyssa saw the three Black Guard turn and look at her. She was spotted. The Altmer with a mohawk teleported to her, drawing his blade and performing a downward strike, but she ducked the blow and ran. She wouldn't be able to engage him in combat.

The Altmer gave chase, sending bolt after bolt of chain lightning, which miraculously missed (he's worrying about his boss and he's quite distracted.). Alyssa ran into the nearest open door, which happened to be the alchemist (the hag's cure). She shut the door and barred it. The Altmer hammered furiously.

The proprietor was probably out. The shop was empty. Alyssa spoke to her inner persona "an alchemy shop. I wonder if we can find what we need."

"Well, what are you doing? Look for something we can use!"

"A pair of flame atronach claws. Ready to be ground into fire salts. They are pretty good analogues for hands" commented Alyssa to "herself" as she spotted them on a shelf. One was positioned in the right orientation according to her right hand. Even better, there was one right claw, one left claw.

"Then you just need to cut the stumps and relinquish control. I am the one with the daedric knowledge to perform the forbidden magic after all."

Alyssa shut her eyes and felt herself slide. She was now the observer. She watched as her inner persona used a chopper embedded in a chopping board to cut the stump of her right arm off, before positioning the bleeding part at the right claw and chanting an incantation, the very same one that was used to bind the daedra heart into her chest. White sparks played around the joints and the daedric hand fused with Alyssa's human flesh. Her persona repeated the same procedure for her other hand, except the metallic right claw did the cutting. Soon enough, Alyssa was back in control.

Alyssa tried out her new claws. A wave of her hands closed all her wounds as she cast healing. Her claws caught fire as the Magicka animated them. Time for sweet, sweet revenge. (Alyssa has a deep connection to Oblivion to do such, do not try at home...)