Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140721121820

Sorin Steelfang heard the tapping on his room's window pane. A jet black raven, not the one he sent was there. He retrieved the parchment attached to the bird's leg and read:

Sorin

''What the heck man! The bird you sent flew at max speed! He's exhausted and I can't send him back just yet. Well, the blacksmith dosen't like me, but his eyes sure sparkled at the gold. Your ebony longsword will be delivered by "the courier" ''(He's not the average Skyrim Courier, he uses recall scrolls and wayshrines to move). Well, he'll meet you probably the time the bird arrives at Solitude, go to Katla's farm for a little.

Revyn

''P.s. Oengul says your sword is going to cost more because of the specifications and difficult techniques needed to make the rare alloy, but screw him. I don't buy that shit, I bet it's cause I am a Dunmer, but the tab's on you. It's 3800 septims total (plus an ebony ingot, I don't know why you want one). I know Cesare's going to want a fee, so I left a pouch of 100 septims in the bag, don't tell him.''

Sorin crumpled the note, reducing it to ash with his lightning. He placed the new raven in a cage and fed it with a strip of meat. He called to Alyssa "I'm going out a little, stay safe"

Sorin left Solitude, walking at brisk pace to Katla's farm. When he arrived, the magical resonances of a recall point felt real, then an imperial clad in black elven armor materialized, a package wrapped up in a silk bag slung across his back. The man said "Sorin, 50 septims please."

"What the hell? Just hand the sword over, Cesare! Also, take this three bladed boomerang back to Revyn, I don't really need it. Or else keep it as payment."

"The recall scroll was 50 septims. Shut up and pay. I'll send the boomerang back free, take it as a favour." said Cesare (he's a minor character, he probably won't be back)

Sorin sighed and handed over 50 septims along with his bladed boomerang. He recieved the package and brought it with him back to Solitude, while Cesare marked the area again, drew a scroll of recall and dissapeared. Sorin opened the silken bag. His ebony sword was there, along with a small pouch of septims, a bottle of spiced wine, an ebony ingot and sword maintaining implements like oil. Revyn was dependable indeed. Sorin slung the sword across his back, drawing it, feeling the balance. He placed the ebony ingot on the floor and swung the sword at it, splitting the ingot, the blade not even twisting. It was perfectly made, exactly to specification, as he examined it with his expert's eye. Not a single flaw or line of weakness. The 3800 septims were well spent. He stored the rest of the stuff Revyn gave in his satchel, making his way back to Solitude.

(Sorin now has an Ebony sword - Modified in his inventory. Its no different from your average ebony sword, except it's longer for better reach. He no longer has his bladed boomerang (not like he uses it). He picked up the broken in half ebony ingot as well, that's not something you leave.)

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Ancarion continued to eye the Argonian sitting opposite him. He didn't trust others, but it was best to present himself as a middle aged elven noble, rather than a bandit king or swashbuckling adventurer. People ignored you when you were ordinary and decently friendly, something that Vladimir obviously never understood.

Vladimir walked up to him and whispered, making sure the Argonian could not hear "Leon will be coming soon. I have recieved advanced notice.

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Leon Steelfang continued to ride along with his men. Solitude was visible along the horizon. They took the mountainous route, making sure nobody was following. Anyone who so much as observed them were silenced, the mountains ensuring nobody would find the bodies for years. He had sent advanced notice to Ancarion to prepare to carry out the most audacious assassination that Skyrim would ever see!

(In the next post, Leon will attack. Stay tuned and don't miss out. I'll tell everyone the temperature drop when it happens.)