Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131213024337/@comment-24352402-20140522133145

Slipping from shadow to shadow with grace any dancer would envy. Yisaji saw the many Stormcloaks that were patrolling the walls of Fort Amol long before any heard the tune he was whistling. The rebels bickered amongst themselves as to who was causing it as Yisaji silently grabbed one from behind and slid his sword through the back of the man's neck before he could let out any noise, then dropped off of the wall, taking his unfortunate victim with him and depositing the body out of sight. It was near dawn before the Stormcloak officer went outside to check on this sentries only to find imperial legionnaires holding all of his remaining men captive in the court yard. Yisaji was already talking with Legate Rikke and had set up a small but effective spy network within days. One by one Yisaji secretly made these men and women his tralls to secure their loyalty. Eventually Yisaji heard of a group of Dunmer in unusual armor made of dark chitin hiding near Windhelm. He knew these could only be the Morag Tong and set off hunting once again while his spies continued to gather more information for both the legion, and primarily himself.