Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140709125912

(I'll try to continue from where I stopped, after what I read. I don't want to play a meta-strategy time game, so I'll use flashback. This is a plot point to reveal more history, as well as explain Sorin's near impossible abilities. This one is very long, plus it cannot be split)

Sorin Steelfang was tired again. He had left dragon bridge after recieving news of the Fosworn arrival, dragging Alyssa along with him. They stole a pair of horses from a nearby stormcloak camp, without being seen. Sorin and Alyssa had ridden all the way to Windhelm, for that was where Sorin kept an equipment stash, safely in the hands of his contact, the elf from Sadri's used wares. He didn't care if the city was Stormcloak controlled, but he knew for sure reachmen were not stupid enough to attack Ulfric Stormcloak's city.

Upon arrival, he immediately met his contact. He would be retrieving a few weapons and some gear, stuff that he left behind as he didn't know the mission would be so hard. He then went upstairs, to the bedroom. He would call in a favour from a daedric prince, to aid him. He told Alyssa to guard the door and not let anyone in, before closing his eyes and opening the dark tome he retrieved

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The landscape was bleak, desolate. The air was freezing. Sorin Steelfang knew, as he was in Coldharbor, the realm of Molag Bal. He transformed into a cloud of bats and flew to the palace where the daedric lord resided.

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Molag Bal looked at the vampire that materialised in his court with a mixture of disdain, disgust and slight fear. The reason was simple, an event that happened nine nirn years ago.

At that time, Sorin Steelfang turned, but he was wounded and he actually died. His soul was claimed by Molag Bal, who was more than happy to gain a free soul shriven.

Sorin had the audacity to challenge the daedric lord to a competition, a competition to prove domination. For the next arbitary span of time, Molag Bal would try to break him, then if Molag Bal failed after that period of time, he would do the same for an equal timeframe. Sorin's conditions were simple, let him fight daedra every day of his torture,  if he won in the end, Molag Bal would grant him three boons, along with freedom from Coldharbor for ever. If he lost, Molag Bal could turn him into the first male daughter of coldharbor.

Molag Bal lavished every known torture on Sorin, but he gave up after a thousand years (as time in Oblivion flowed differently), for he never broke through the pure rage that bound his victim, rage which continued to mount, tempered by painful experience in an arena specially conjured just to torment Sorin. From the torture he learnt endurance, from the arena he fine tuned his sword art, using a daedric longsword specially made for his trials, a blade that burnt his hands with fire. By the end of a thousand years, he had mastered the use of many weapons.

Sorin Steelfang returned the rage against Molag Bal, who assumed temporary mortal form to prove his point and gloat. The prince gave up and surrendered after 4 days of unbridled brutality (having never experienced the mortal form), not liking what he witnessed and felt. He granted Sorin two of the three boons he promised. Firstly, it was vampirism with less weaknesses and some vampire lord powers. Next, Sorin asked for an unbreakable sword only he could wield (his daedric longsword, which will fly back to his hands on command, as well as injure people who try to take it), which Molag granted him.

Molag Bal also gave him a tome, for a two way trip. That way, he could ask for a third wish, should he think of one. Sorin Steelfang said: "Give me the power to walk in the day as night, the ability to make day and night inseperable, to render day as eternal night, to be the vampire among vampires, yet a man among men. Also, give me back my original face."

Molag Bal replied "Fine, to nirn you return. You do not belong here! Leave before I change my mind, vampire. Never again set foot in my plane, a place that I banish you from, permanently."

Sorin Steelfang smiled and opened the tome once more.

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Alyssa looked, transfixed, as Sorin seemed to flicker and dematerialise, before rematerialising a few seconds later, without the tome in his hands. She saw that Sorin Steelfang seemed to have changed slightly, his face losing all its twisted vampiric features, his hair turning as white as snow. When he opened his eyes, however, she noticed the biggest change. They were now crystalline blue, his irises practically rings of sapphire. He obviously still a vampire, though, because he retained his fangs, made visible by a grin. Alyssa exclaimed "What the..."

"A short trip to an old frenemy. Go to the face sculptor and lets make sure the Reachmen cannot find us. We'll need to finish the mission"

(I'll have to redefine Sorin's equipment soon, probably in the next thread, since he picked up badass gear (not swords, don't worry). Also, Sorin is now a vampire that is not affected by sun at all (its not OP, since he dosen't have the full VL skillset). His skillset is still the same, though he has "increased stats" and constant regeneration of everything. My posts will mostly focus more on Alyssa from now on, to explain her backstory more, to define her powers better. Also, if there is going to be another war soon, get ready for more graphic violence!)