Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140727021155

Sorin continued to fight the two that surrounded him. One was a really muscular Khajit, almost a lion, the other a muscly and tall (for a breton, he's actuLly only 1.73) breton who somehow looked familiar. Most of the Breton's incredible blade skills seemed to do the heavy lifting, the Khajit's contribution minimal. They must have crossed blades before.

Sorin's memory matched the faces to his mental lexicon. The Khajit was one of the men he had fought in Cyrodiil. He remembered a Bosmer and a Nord, but no Breton. But the Breton he must have met. The mop of hair was somehow distinctive, so were the pair of hazel eyes. In fact, the skills the Breton showed with the sword was almost the same as his.

Sorin jumped back, the two men turning to face him. Sorin asked "Ravnier, an arch nemesis of mine. As for you, Breton, who are you?"

"Nothing for you to know, Sorin Steelfang."

"Wait a minute, you are Francois, one of the pupils of Tsaesci blademaster Toraak-Shiae. Your control over the blades are similar to him, and me" said Sorin, his mind making all the connections

"How would you know?"

"You were always ranked second, behind me. Strange how we Bretons beat all the others. Why did you join the Black Guard?"

"None of your business, Darius, or should I call you Sorin" said Jean Francois as he winked. With a quick shifting of his blades, he disarmed and stabbed Ravnier through the neck, silencing the Khajit. He walked up to Sorin, saying "Well, I'm impressed, you managed to actually hold off the three of us, although I was giving you chances."

"What a traitorous dick! Shouldn't you be attacking me? Why kill your friend?"

"You do realize you would have never taken Grakk down if I didn't use a scroll of fury on him, did you? I am part of the Black Guard, for a very different reason. I am an agent of the Empire, sent to infiltrate the black guard. They got good weapons, but the armor is crap. Lucky I am a Breton, or I'd be long dead."

"Why?"

"It's good against arms, but against spells, this dumb armor is useless. It conducts the spell damage to hit you!"

Sorin internalized the knowledge. No wonder all of those men in black were so afraid of getting hit by his white lightning.

Jean Francois waved goodbye, saying "I can't stay here, if Tacitus finds out I'll be screwed over. I'm going over to Whiterun." Finishing his sentence, the Breton drew a recall scroll and dissapeared.

"How strange. The way events are turning out" mused Sorin to himself. It was time to continue killing Fosworn."

(The truth is that Xiuhcoatl, Sorin and Jean Francois all studied under the same teacher (an immortal Taesci). The sword arts that the Black Guard uses are corrupted forms (which is why they are so skilled), changed by Xiuhcoatl to be much more offensive, as compared to the counter killing methods of the original.)