Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140727151130

Francois finally found a centurion of the legion. He drew his militaty tally and said "I am Jean Francois Vauban, secret agent of the empire. May I join the Legion? I have been tasked to do so by Sorin Steelfang, who has been removed, for reasons known only to him."

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Alyssa awaited the orders to raid whatever camp her Conternubium was to attack. She was getting bored. Maybe she should look for the Breton.

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(Sneak peek at Sorin's training, you won't hear of him till way later. It takes place on a secluded temple somewhere in Cyrodiil. Do not attempt to look for him.)

Sorin Steelfang was knocked over, the wooden sword spiralling out of his hands. His master shook his head, hissing in dissapointment.(Sorin's master is a Tsaesci after all, Sorin learnt swordmanship and training ravens from his master)

"Sorin, why are you so distracted, so weak? You are not your normal self"

"Another round! Wait, I cannot" said Sorin, collapsing after getting knocked over five times. (His master is a very skilled person)

"You must focus, Sorin. In war, you cannot afford to be weak. How would you protect your girl if you cannot even fight? How do you protect others if you cannot defend yourself?"

Sorin Steelfang, for some reason, found energy he never knew existed. He picked up his wooden sword and attacked his master, who parried his every blow. With a single strike, he broke his master's sword, breaking his own in the process. Master Toraak-Shiae nodded, saying "finally, you are back. Allow your energy to flow with your strikes, find a weak point with every movement. Three slashes, one kill. Five slashes twenty kills. Ten slashes, pacify a kingdom" (his master is a tad bit crazy)