Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-29458028-20140811024642

(Aelius dosen't know restoration???? Can't he just cast close wounds or something? I'm confused)

Tacitus stood upon the rooftops with his men. Seemed like the security was pretty tight. A Black Guard reappeared, saluting. Tacitus asked "Have you gotten the documents?"

"Yes, there are all in order. Your name is now Julius Vinius, a native of this state and a sufferer of disease and blight. Nobody will want to see you without a mask."

"What about me?" asked Corentin

"Well, you are his doctor Conrad. I cleaned up his household and disposed of the bodies. It's sterile now and can serve as a base." (There are no guards, all of them are scared away by the plague, the man whom they stole identity from was a disgraced noble from cyrodiil who settled in way back.)

Tacitus again changed from his clothes to a set of hooded black robes, not relinquishing his chainmail. He put on an iron mask.

The entire group recalled. They would have to be more subtle.

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(I need to give Jyrskor a legitimate excuse to give Alyssa help. Let's just make him a little of a showboat, because that dosen't seem wierd for such a guy, esp an inventor.)

"Like I would believe you, old man. You are just a crank in a cave who got slung out of societly for your insanity" challenged Alyssa.

"Oh yeah? look at my creations!" said the old man, who gestured wildly at his automatons and weaponry. There were four armed dwarven spheres, human sized centurions that had swords, dwarven spiders with crossbows and even a dwarven ballista mounted on the ceiling with what looked like six illusion staves (It's actually a defense turret that shoots ice spikes at 30 ice spikes a second. It's not working as it's powered down).

Alyssa spotted a dead female bandit in the cave, dwarven parts strapped all over the corpse. The right hand was still intact, the left replaced by dwarven equipment. Alyssa's inner voice said "A hand that is similar in size and texture to our old hands. I would have preferred a left hand, but close enough. Ask him for it."

"Old man, can I take a look at that? Since she's dead, can I have her right arm?" asked Alyssa innocently, guesturing at the corpse.

"What? NO! That is my finest creation! The first person with a automaton-human interface! Sadly the voltage was a little high, fried her brains. At least not disintegrated, like the ones before. I want a success."

(WTF crazy dwemer scientist. I doubt NOTATHALMORSPY will be proud, though.)