Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-29458028-20140811121518

(Corentin is a paladin, in a way, but he dosen't help the innocent, nor punish the guilty.)

Corentin walked past a corpse, as well as a couple of unconscious brigands. He didn't actually know where he was going, for he just followed a path he imagined was for Solitude, but he had walked for quite a while. His senses told him the two bandits were not dead.

He walked over to one and identified a broken knee, as well as a pretty bad nose injury. The other was knocked senseless, his head bleeding. "There is a supernatural feel. As if a being of unnatural nature was here recently, or powers of said nature was used" Corentin remarked to himself.

The nord with a broken nose called for help, but Corentin just walked up to him and asked, throttling him "Who was here?"

"Some young lady. She used a wooden sword. She fought pretty well for such a small person. Let me go."

"Thank you, and goodnight" replied Corentin. He drew his lightsword. Nobody needed to know he came. Anyway, he hated bandits, plus Meridia didn't care if they died.

Two strokes, two lives taken, two burned, broken bandits left. (The lightsword leaves pretty bad burns on those it kills.)

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(It's the tavern Myling is in. Corentin really has a bad sense of direction)

Moments later, Corentin walked into an inn. He just wanted to sit down. Food and drink was completely unimportant, but he ordered a salmon steak, picking at it. He noted that ladies from all around seemed to give him weird stares, as he had endured since 377 years ago.

"Finally, a real handsome young rogue" remarked a female voice. Corentin ignored it. He closed his eyes, trying to detect any Vampires or Werewolves.