Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140809000427

(I did say that they would require swordplay for thralls that were combat trained two posts ago (and I never specified how long they took to kill each thrall). Fixed some stuff. Seems like Sorin would have to cut hands from a bandit lady or get a master in dwemercraft to make steampunk hands for his GF)

Alyssa tried to get a traveling cloak over her shoulders. It took her quite long, but she eventually succeeded. Escaping from the place would get more difficult if she didn't do it now. She unbarred the door and walked out, keeping her profile low.

Alyssa made her way slowly towards the main gates. Fear gripped her, for she was defenceless. No magic, no sword.

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Tacitus sat down hard, wiping the blood that slicked his blade off. He had expected the thralls to be pushovers, some of them were, but many proved much more difficult than that, some of them would have got him if not for his two men. He grunted an order "Corentin, Furyon, check on my sister. Make sure she is safe."

"What about Alyssa?"

"Never mind her. You think she is stupid enough to wait around for us to go back? Most probably she can't escape Markath as she has no hands. We can get her back later."

"Ok"

Corentin and Furyon went around the keep to look for Fulvia.

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Fulvia opened her door by a tiny crack, checking the situation outside. Things seemed to have calmed down. However, her muscular male thralls were gone.

Corentin stepped into her room, saying "Mistress, are you all right?"

Fulvia slammed the door shut behind him and locked it, pocketing the key. She gave Corentin a funny look, before saying "yes, I am alright."

"What are you doing?" said Corentin suspiciously

"This is your first time?"

"No, but I am your guard, not a gigolo"

"Same difference."