Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140801235524

(BTW, Fulvia is only 19, though she probably looks older. She's supposed to be good in bed, though...)

Jean Francois shadowed the legion as they moved. He would protect them from afar if needed, using only his skill with a bow. He wanted to clear his name.

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Corentin Mercer asked Tacitus "Are these armors unique?"

"Yes, they are."

"I heard master Xiuhcoatl got it from a blacksmith."

"That's impossible, unless someone got to our fallen members first."

Corentin shook his head, calculating. He looked at Tacitus and said "you are all idiots. Of the three that died, who was the most skilled?"

"Why did you call me an idiot? If you want to know, the most skilled was a Breton called Jean Francois Vauban."

"He is still alive and a traitor. The armor would have never made it to Whiterun if Fosworn or Reach Scavengers got to it, stupid. Xiuhcoatl gushed about how smart you are, but you are an idiot."

"Asshole, you might be right! By the nine..."

Corentin was pretty glad of his meteoric ascension to third in command, but he wasn't about to rest on his laurels. He suggested an idea to Tacitus, who agreed and gave orders "Volk, protect His Majesty Tommen Sylboria closely! Ecks, Haafik, Furyon, follow me to aid the Fosworn. Xiuhcoatl, Corentin, hunt down the traitor Vauban!"

All the men placed their hands across their chest, disappearing. Tacitus followed suit.

Fulvia dismissed the thralls for the day. She had sated herself. Time to go back to testing out her new potions. She asked for female thralls this time, anyone would do

(Fulvia is obsessed with regaining her beauty, she actually hates women that look better than her. When she actually sees Alyssa in person, she will be pissed, very pissed. Getting ready to write politics...)

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(Where's Alyssa? Sorin might show briefly, but that depends.)