Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140807100202

Sorin took a walk around Solitude, taking in the sights and sounds (he changed into clothes to take a break). Being an introverted, over rational being, Sorin hated in general three things: Crowds, talking and socializing. Things that Solitude was full of. He casually ignored the women who gave him lustful stares, walking along the paths. (Well, if you ignore his white hair and fangs he's supposed to be a good looking guy. He's not wearing a hood or armor now, except his greaves.)

At that moment, when he walked past Castle Dour, he felt a distinct magical anomaly. Seemed like someone was using magic. No magic was used in Castle Dour. Sorin found a small alcove, where he swopped out his clothes for his armor. He placed his swords across his back and he closed his eyes. The direction of the anomaly was hard to pinpoint and the range of his sixth sense was limited.

(If Sorin sees Sander, he will use his Vampire spells and Reaper of Souls (his "power" sword, reserved for people he hates.). He doesn't mind sending Sander to Coldharbor (especially after what happened to Alyssa).)

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Fulvia ordered her muscular male thralls to tie Alyssa to a wall. She walked over to her nemesis, saying "remember me, Alyssa? The one whom you failed to destroy?"

"I don't know you, bitch. Release me or things get ugly."

"You don't have hands. What are you going to do?"

"Kill you. Even without hands, I will kill you."

"You already failed once. You think you can succeed this time?" said Fulvia as she patted Alyssa's cheek. She drew a whip and used it...

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"The problem with direct attack is that we cannot hope to match a trio of vampire rangers, two vampire battlemages, a pair of Khajit assassins and many others."

"Well, Furyon, do you have a better plan? You keep voicing objections" snarled Tacitus. Even is bright mind refused to give a clear answer.

"Boss, Furyon, one of the Fosworn mages got himself captured. If we go and aid him by distracting the imperial dicks, we might get a new member that has more uses. He might be grateful if we give him a free sword."

"Well, Corentin, that is a shitty idea. We are not a charity."

"We need cannon fodder, dummy. If you want to distract the Elite guard, nothing is better than a flashy battlmage who can hold his ground."

"Oh."

Furyon, Tacitus and Corentin vanished. Destination: Solitude

(The lead trio of the Black Guard will help Sander out!)