Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140730140818

Francois arrived at Solitude once more. He returned to Castle Dour and waited for a legate at the table, his impressive array of documents spread out before him. There was much he wanted to say and ask, considering he needed to make a very specific arrangement with the Legion, one that didn't require his official sign up, yet allowed him to watch over Alyssa.

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Fulvia returned to her potion making. She called Volk to pass the Ebony to Tommen as well as fetch more thralls for her service. Handsome male ones were preferred (lol). She dismissed her brother and closed the doors

Now isolated, Fulvia pulled of her mask, revealing the destroyed half of her face to a mirror, so that she could survey herself. Beauty that was stolen by Alyssa. She would make a bold request: Alyssa was to be captured alive. She put on her mask again.

(You will realize how messed up Fulvia actually is. She hasn't actually requested anything, but she is considering.)

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Master Xiuhcoatl handed the Black Guard sword to the Breton (former thrall). He said "Copy my stances, I order you!"

The Breton picked up the blade, following exactly as he was ordered. With exacting precision, he replicated Xiuhcoatl's stances. Before he could do finish, the Argonian attacked him. With the stances internalized, he managed to parry a few strikes, but disarnament and defeat was inevitable.

Master Xiuhcoatl was surprised, for the former slave learnt at incredible speeds, much faster than the others he trained. This boy had the intelligence of Tacitus, but he wasn't as misbehaved and had way more self control. He always had a soft spot for slaves, having been a slave to dunmer owners 40 years ago. He learnt the art of the sword from Toraak-Shiae and was once top student, but he used it for evil purposes, to massacre his owner's entire houshold. He asked "Breton, what is your name."

"We thralls have no name. We are but animals in Tommen's eyes."

"Just tell me. I was once a slave, I am now a warrior."

"OK, I used to be called Corentin Mercer, my lord."

"Good, from today onwards, you serve me instead, as my Mistress instructs. She has no duties for you! Every day, put on this set of armor, do as many push ups, crunches and pull ups as you can! Run as long a distance as you can! Do so in the mornings, before reporting to me for training. Never take it of, do every shred of excercise in it!" said Xiuhcoatl, passing the shadowplate to Corentin. Xiuhcoatl also passed over a tome, saying "Master the magic in it"

(No prizes for guessing what it the tome about. Its chain lightning)

The former slave nodded, even though he knew it would be living hell for him. After all, he was conditioned to listen to only the wants of his superiors. He immediately put on the armor and began to do the prescribed excercises. He would see to the book later

Xiuhcoatl had planned his new pupil's diet and schedules. If the boy proved as talented as he hoped, he could be combat ready in two months, maybe less. Emotional conditioning could take longer.

(Lol, they are trying to regain a nine membered Black Guard. Now you know why there is no Dunmer Black Guard.)

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(Alyssa does whatever the Legion does, I gotta go, bye!)