Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140827012337

SwornKnight wrote: (On top of the Reach Civil War, Cyrodiil's about to erupt into a steaming hot mess fought between an autocratic yet honorable battlemage, a bastard and an order of Alessian sociopaths. Fun!)

A Forsworn knocked on Fulvia's door, "Mistress. You are needed."

The Forsworn led Mercer and Rostei to a dark room. Fulvia quickly put on her half mask before following the man out. Nobody needed to know she was complete once more. She asked the man "Where am I needed? I shall make haste to the location immediately"

(Fulvia is no longer disfigured, except she is still blind in her right eye)

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(Killing or capturing Mercer? Not going to work that easily. He's the most skilled of the bunch)

Corentin Mercer entered the room along with Rostei, quietly drawing an Ebony dagger, concealing it in his palms. He closed his eyes, using his ears to hear movement, before opening them again, to make sure he could see in the darkness. Nobody would be sneaking up on him anytime soon.

His only worry was Rostei. She couldn't defend herself. But he had to preserve himself first.