Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140723125726

Sorin Steelfang sheathed his scythes. His insane brother's forces had retreated. He had recieved word that they managed to kidnap Elisif, the Jarl. He began to think:

Why kidnap the Jarl? What could they hope by holding someone who was irrelevant to their mission captive? Sorin's mind made the links. Kidnap Elisif, then exchange her for Alyssa and a mountain of cash! That must have been the plan. Thus, if they could attack Leon at his camp, his request would be negated. However, he was pretty sure the legion wouldn't mind sacrificing one of its recruits rather than risk the lives of hundreds of men to attack the secretive group. If they refused and installed a new Jarl, Elisif was as good as dead. Sorin really hated to see pretty ladies die, but his mind refused to think of a method to save her without involving Alyssa.

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Alyssa dampened all the flames as the bandits dissapeared. She knew they were here for her, but somehow, kidnapping the Jarl was out of her normal battle tactics scope (because Alyssa's crap at battle tactics).

So, what really was Leon Steelfang planning? Surely not an attempt for Skyrim's throne? What does he have to gain from kidnapping a Jarl? Surely people would hate him and armies would march against him. Leon would put himself at the losing end.

But then again, the man wasn't exactly sane. She knew because she saw how he was willing to kill his own soldiers to get to her. Maybe that was one of his crackpot schemes.

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Vladimir groaned in pain, the two wounds on his body refusing to close. He had ran out of magicka fighting that stupid Breton who happened to look like his boss. Ancarion looked at him sadly, saying "What now, brother?"

"End my existence. My cowardice against the fatal blow of my foe has denied me Sovngarde. Send me through the dreemsleeve once more."

Ancarion picked up Vladimir's electric sword, but Leon Steelfang entered at that exact moment. Leon looked sadly at his former lieutenant, now a shadow of his former self. He drew his icy dwarven longsword, a treasured weapon lost to time and passed it to Ancarion. He proceeded with a scroll of grand healing, soothing Vladimir's pain. Vladimir picked up his sword and mived into battle stance. He knew what his boss' intention was. Ancarion and Vladimir fought, Leon's magic sword giving Ancarion a huge edge.

Ancarion raised the sword above his head, then brought it down. Vladimir was no more. Ancarion mouthed "I hope you enter Sovngarde as you dreamt. Rest well, for you served our lord faithfully."

Leon clicked his fingers and two bandits dragged the body out, while another two dragged Elisif in. She looked pretty roughed up. Leon sheathed his blade and walked over to the kneeling Jarl, crouching down so his face was level with hers "Well, well, I intend to kill you, but that would serve no purpose. Why don't you lie with me? Make me happy? Maybe you can win your freedom?"

'Never!"

"Well, lets do it the hard way, then" said Leon, smiling (We all know what that means.)

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The man in the black cloak sat opposite the veiled woman, casually talking "It seems Leon failed again, my lady. Do you want me to take action?"

"No, Tacitus. You are no match for Sorin Steelfang. The others around him are all as skilled and perhaps as magically powerful. If you go alone, it's your certain death."

"Understood. Leon Steelfang is beyond our machinations. Maybe we should fund the Fosworn? I will clean up the mistakes. Leon has too little men."

"In time we will do so, my dear. Sit tight and give Leon Steelfang a last chance. If not, kill him."

(The mysterious Tacitus is not as unskilled as the lady makes him out to be. You will find out in time. Ancarion and Leon will die soon, just saying. Elisif might die too, although that's 50/50)