Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140927032239/@comment-29458028-20140928041600

(The Potentate died a little easily ... I cri ... the only good politician, fictional or real, has fallen.)

Kyrylla knew she must have killed someone important. Whoever it was, she didn't know. She fired another arrow at the horses. And another.

Kyrylla could feel her magicka flow going down. She would run out eventually, but not so soon. Time to downscale her consumption. She stopped adding fire to the arrows, instead firing normal bound arrows.

(I hope the Imperials still win, because I witnessed too many Stormcloak victories on my console)

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(Psycho pessimist Revyn)

Revyn said "Well, looks like I am about to be executed today, Sorin. I loved working with you. Considering what they do to us, you'd expect me to not live through today."

He walked out of the shop, handing the keys to Sorin, saying "clear your cache. There's not much anymore."

Sorin opened the cache and took out the last of the money and ebony ingots. He had depleted it.

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Sorin nodded to Imry, noticing the Breton's changed stance. Well, he already told the guy not to associate with them. After all, he and Alyssa were destined to work in the shadows to preserve the light. Working in the light never worked out.

Using the moment of privacy, left by the leaving of Imry and Revyn, Sorin spent some "private time" with Alyssa.

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Felrion pretended to be a hapless playboy as he avoided bears, beasts and bandits on his way to Solitude. While he was sure the lady would have been more impressed to see his sword singing, that would be revealing too much of himself.