Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140808124624

Fulvia pocketed the poisons she had made. If her calculations were not wrong, she would be able to hurt quite a few people with this. It was a special concotion she had created and innoculated the Black Guard against.

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Corentin ducked under a brutish thrall's hammer, before slicing the guy's legs and knocking him out with a punch. Tacitus turned around and said "What the hell, why are you not killing these idiots? Incapacitating them is inefficient."

"Genius, who is going to slave away for the next Fosworn King if we kill them? Are you only intelligent in military affairs, with no regards to civil politics?"

"That's not important now, damnit. We can import slaves from Cyrodiil" shouted Tacitus as he decapitated a rather infirm and weak old man.

"Well, do as you see fit" said Corentin. He didn't want to kill the thralls that he once shared a living space and friendships with, but scratch that, he would have to fight them. Incapacitation was the only alternative.

An armored thrall keeled over, paralysis afflicting him before he could land a blow on Tacitus. The two Black Guard turned, seeing Furyon teleport to the man and end him.

"What in Oblivion are you here for, Furyon? You killed Alyssa?"

"She barred herself into a shop. Can't break through."

"Which shop?"

"The alchemist."

The three Black Guard, best among all, fell into their usual tripartite defense/offense stances. The thralls would see the true capability of the Black Guard now...

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Alyssa searched around the Alchemy shop for anything that might be useful. She hoped to find flame atronach claws, or even better, a pair of hands that belonged to a woman. Whatever she wanted would obviously be difficult to find, but if she found them, her magic would be back.