Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140923012230

Ariana whipped the horse to run faster. Imperial calvarymen would be inconvenient to fight on foot. Hopefully, they would not notice her as she rode away into the night.

If the daedra who now shared her body would just listen, those men would have been dead. It would have made a nice barbecue and grill that she could share with Sorin (Sorin will not actually accept lel). She still missed him.

But her behavior would separate them forever. Ariana knew that.

(It's a dark night, Ariana's on a black horse and her armor is all black. She's riding away, escaping, not charging in for battle.)

(She isn't evil per se, the dwemer control device still compels her to kill Sorin and do evil stuff even though Corentin is dead, I am setting up for another epic scene.)

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(The assassin I have talked about, he begins to exist now.)

The bosmeri man walked into Paradise, Solitude. He had a mission, but pleasure came first.

His employer provided him with a sketch. He was already paid in full. It was killing time.