Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140927032239/@comment-29458028-20141013051058

A multicoloured spectral raven flew into Sorin's campsite, saying "Sorin, I need you back right now. It is time to pass on my three swords to you."

"What do you mean, master?"

"I am feeling that Sithis will claim me as of late. You will have to take up my mantle from now on. After all, you are the only one who had mastered all my skills."

"Yes Master."

Sorin looked at Alyssa. They knew what was happening. They had to return to the temple. Sorin and Alyssa held hands, before they transformed into massive bat swarms, flying for a destination that only they knew existed.

Moments later:

Sorin and Alyssa stood before the Tsaesci. He was breathing slowly, but regularly. Sorin recieved the three blades, before his master passed on.

It was now his duty to guard dawnfang/duskfang (the holy sword of their sect. I intend to use it as a weapon later, in a spectacular fashion)

(Goodbye to Sorin and Alyssa for now! Time skipping 20 years is not cool, though...)

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The sword in Felrion's hand dissipated as he knelt down and grabbed his head, weeping. He was over paranoid and cruel. He looked at Jana and said "kill me, please! I can't take this anymore!"