Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140715122109

(Alyssa is messed up in the head, plus she needs all the sleep she can get because of recurrent nightmares, she's still asleep now. Vamps do sleep in the day sometimes, plus Sorin dosen't sleep, he meditates.)

Sorin, having heard Kantar's comments, took out a parchment. He let his raven sniff at the fur Kantar dropped, until comprehension sparked in the bird's eyes. He began writing on parchment:

''Leon Steelfang is a highly skilled and dangerous opponent. I have encountered him in Cyrodiil way back and his skill with swords is equal to an Akaviri blademaster. I noticed the following:''

''He seems to be vulnerable to lightning. His defenses cannot stop lightning spells. That is the only weakeness I know, because I attacked him with thunderbolt before. Fire is utterly useless as his wind aura seems to dissipate it. I have never tried frost, but ice storms and frostbite are disrupted.''

''He seems immune to poison. I have tried using paralysing, slowing and damage poisons on him and none worked. Neither does he seem to fall sick, I fought him in a Khenaten flu ridden area when I was a vampire, he seemed fine and he's not dead now.''

''Close combat with him is fatal if one is untrained. He has fast reflexes and inhuman strength, but he's not as powerful as a lycantrope or vampire. Ranged combat only works on him if one manages to catch him off guard. He's as fast as me, able to parry arrows and bolts with his sword.''

''I do have several theories on how he might be defeated, though. Being a vampire, I have studied the flow of blood in the body. Leon Steelfang's heart beats extremely slowly, plus his blood flow is extremely slow. This is why poisons never seem to affect him. Although, theorectically, if one manages to poison him near the heart, his heart cannot clear the poison and it will be fatal.''

''Also, he is hydrophobic. He is never near water. Maybe that's because his aura will freeze him solid. But none of these are confirmed.''

Sorin Steelfang

Finishing the parchment, Sorin Steelfang tied the parchment to the raven and set it free, asking it to look for Kantar. He was lazy to walk to Castle Dour, so the bird would  do the movement for him. Sorin gulped down the final remnants of the colovian brandy.

Leon Steelfang returned to the dwarven storeroom. The crazy old elf was there again. This time, the elf was accompanied by a Nord man clad in steel plate. The man introduced himself as Valdimir Frost-eyes, the leader of the bandit group that would help Leon Steelfang in his attempt to assassinate Alyssa. The two men shook hands, Vladimir visibly shivering as he grasped Leon's freezing palm. Leon Steelfang smiled, then took out three large gold bars, saying "Well, you will work for me from now on. How's this for pay?"

"Good, very good."

Leon Steelfang smiled, then he presented an electrical dwarven sword that he had picked up from the ruins to the bandit chief, who accepted it. Turning to the elf, he said "Well, this time you won't be dissapointed, where's my pay?"

"In the locked vault of the storeroom. It was here all along, that's why I told you to come here. here's the key."

Leon Steelfang wasted no time in checking for the money. All of it was there, a huge chest of Septims, followed by a strongbox of gems. Antiques littered the place. He stared at the elf, drawing his headsman's axe. The elf went "What are you thinking?"

"I hate elves. They killed my family, but not my brother. Don't worry, Alyssa will die. Meanwhile, take your life as final payment." Leon Steelfang brought the axe down, killing the elf. He looked at Vladimir, who shrugged.

"Well Vladimir, you are in my employ now. The elf has to die. Glad to work with you."

(Now, Leon Steelfang has a bandit clan at his disposal.)