Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140809031719

(Second part is just a fun way to explain Fulvia's willingness to switch sides. First part, I might have misread the tone.)

"No, I will not allow it" said Corentin "It does not fall within my scope of duties. Also, If I remove my armor now, it will be difficult for me to defend you should there be turmoil"

"Suit yourself. Remember I will be watching and waiting."

Fulvia was not about to give up, but Corentin took the keys by force, before exiting the room. This was the first time a man had refused her.

(Corentin is not queer, it's just that he has other things to think off. As he said earlier, it's not his first time...)

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Sorin had returned to his room at the Winking Skeever and began another meditation cycle (it allows him to control and use his familiar more efficiently than just closing his eyes). He sent his familiar to fly over Markath, to try and see what was happening. He saw random people running, Fosworn chasing them and dead bodies, mostly centered on the keep. From his lofty vantage, provided conveniently by the Familiar's soaring height, he saw Alyssa, exit Markath, her pair of hands missing. Seemed like something chaotic happened a few moments ago.

"At least they didn't kill her just yet" Sorin muttered to himself as he exited meditation and dissipated his familiar. It would take him a few hours to ride to Markath and purchasing a new horse would cost him his last thousand septims. Flying there would eat up his Magicka and walking could take a day, maybe more.

(Sorin must never reach Alyssa!)

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Tacitus waited for his men to return with news of his sister. He hoped she was safe.

-

Alyssa snuck out of the Markath gates, for the attention was still focused upon the dead king or hunting down thralls that escaped (Of course, people would start looking for her, especially the Black Guard). She casually waltzed through the huge golden doors and walked to freedom in the wilderness, keeping her profile low, making sure the cloak covered her whole body.

Surviving in the wilderness without a sword or hands would be next to impossible, but the alternative was getting captured and executed. Alyssa decided to go for the option with a small chance of survival. At least there was an opportunity to make it out alive.

(Now starts "An Elder Scrolls Adventure: Survival Horror edition" for Alyssa. I might need to introduce a crazy old man with considerable anatomical knowledge to reattach a pair of hands taken from bandits later.)