Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140718120817

(OMG, chaos! So far, Sorin and Alyssa decided to hang back. They don't attack frivolously. This will be like a slo mo sequence.)

Sorin would have thought the commander crazy, actually maybe the commander was Sheogorath in imperial armor. He drew one scythe, in case somebody attacked him, using it to deflect stray projectiles that came his way, keeping his other hand for magic, keeping his eyes on the fight. A bosmer fired ice at Kantar. Sorin opened his palm at the Khajit and flung him out of the way with the reverse VL grip (It wouldn't kill unless you flew off a cliff). There was no need for pointless killing, as Rho had said earlier.

Alyssa knew that Velfhe was probably crazy. She would not attack anyone and stick with defendeing herself. until a rational solution was thought out (If she was her dremora personality, a lot of people would be hurt...)

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Leon Steelfang laughed as he froze off another of Nazeem's fingers. The redguard seemed to be extremely tough when it came to wintersand manor. Ancarion applied another brand while Vladimir hit Nazeem with a stick. With the cash, they might be able to recruit more bandits.

A courier came in, bearing a note for Leon Steelfang. Leon Steelfang read the note, which told him he was on the right track. So, the elf was just a relay, not the contract giver.