Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140803120521

Sorin dissipated into a swarm of electrified bats, staggering everyone he flew through. He zapped the unlucky Fosworn warriors who had the privilege of being in his way with more white lightning, felling them at stupendous rates. However, he could feel his Magicka reach the three quarter used mark. It was time to regenerate. (His Magicka fills up faster than normal, although in the night he would probably have even more)

Sorin opened his palms, black and silver shurikens falling neatly into his hands. He flung the shurikens into the air before him, proceeding to catch and fling them with exacting precision one after another, each one ending up between the eyes of attacking Fosworn (This scene is adapted from some movie. Guess which one.)

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(The Black Guard are back at Markath, because they are out of Magicka and regenerating. They need to collect more troops.)

Six Black Guard materialized along with Furyon. They weren't as good as the ones who died, but they would have to do. Tacitus looked at the men and barked orders, arranging their schedules.

Corentin surveyed the grounds of Markath. He found the number of tunnels that were present strangely disturbing, as well as dangerous. Secret passages were a double edged sword. They would have to take note of the locations, in case enemies somehow tunneled into them.

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Fulvia completed her next brew. It was a potion that would complete her face, or so she hoped. She dismissed her male thralls and shut her doors. Removing her mask, she dabbed the liquid on her face.

It didn't work. (obviously, the only working way is to burn off her face and repair with magic!)

(Pretty sure Tommen will get a Myocardial Infarction if he sees Fulvia without her mask on.)

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(Meanwhile, Alyssa is unconscious, being carted to Markath for punishment, I assume?)