Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-29458028-20141023093042

Vauban continued to lead the Shadow Watch to Snowhawk, getting closer. If he was not wrong, Sorin's son, for whatever weird daedric magic that was performed on him, was now an 18 year old with as much talent, if not more, than his father.

They needed to find him. Nelfyion had once told them a prophecy "When the flesh of God, Spirit and Monarch unite, the Gatherer will walk upon the land."

They knew the Gatherer would be Sorin's child. If hey found him, the Shadow Watch would return to normal. The main problem was that the College was in turmoil.

Alyssa and Sorin could both be considered dead. Somebody responsible would have to take on the mantle. The only one whom they trusted enough to do so was Shadow Master Mannimarco the second, except that his name was ... infamous.

Perhaps somebody at the College had to step up.

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Raydin ignored the Courier who knocked into him after mumbling an awkward apology, even though the smart thing to do was to kill the man, steal his sword and continue. He figured that even though nobody would come after him, the man might just be delivering something important.

Well, scratch that...

Raydin walked up to the gates of the walled city, his mental codex telling him it was Whiterun, or whatever remained of it. Growing up in Coldharbor killing Daedra was not exactly the best way to learn etiquette. He asked the guard "is there a convenient place for me to buy a sword?"

(Raydin does have a sword, but he's trying not to use it)