Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140811000329

(Sworn, let me guess, the messenger is innocent and he discovered the Potentate, assassinated. Because if he was the killer, it's too easy.)

Tacitus looked at the guards. He was about to signal his men to take them out, but that would just create more issues. Not wanting to fight, he marked and recalled, smiling at the guards as he vanished

(Obviously he didn't go to a place where someone could find him easily. He's waiting for forged documents)

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The old man looked at Alyssa and gave her a smile. A smile that sent shivers down her spine. Alyssa pointed her stump at a wall and shot a gout of flame, before retargeting the old man. "Try anything funny and you are toast."

(I'll make him a little under Sheo's influence.)

"Handless, thus so obviously 'armless. What magic can you hurt a Breton with, disabled witch?"

Alyssa nodded at her atronach, who tightened it's claws around the elder. He howled in pain, before saying "release me at once, you don't know what you are dealing with!"

"Oh yes. I know. A crazy old man."

"No, wrong. The brightest dwemer scholar ever. Calcelmo isn't even a patch on me."