Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140708104054

(I have been absent for a... Prolonged time, to say...)

Sorin Steelfang had immediately left the city when it fell, stealing a horse from a mounted reachman and riding away with Alyssa through mountainous terrain, away from the main roads. He dropped bandits and thieves along the way, killing his way through reachman patrols. He knew the others would be making their way to dragon's bridge, which would have been the closest safe area, due to heavy imperial presence. He therefore whipped the horse harder.

The horse had died of exhaustion by the time they reached the town. Sorin Steelfang and Alyssa made their way to the tavern. He probably reached before anyone else had made it. Alyssa patched up his wounds with a healing spell, for Sorin Steelfang had decided to reserve his Magicka for combat, in case it came. The two of them walked into the tavern.

Sorin Steelfang sat down on the barstool, saying "one blo... Sorry, one nord mead. Alyssa, you want anything? I'll get a room." He slid 15 septims over. This was the first mission that his slick swordplay, epic electrokinesis, vile vampiric abilities and super hot pyromancer assistant had failed to complete. His employer was now dead. Who was going to pay him? While he had sizeable stores of gold in cyrodiil, the septims in his coin pouch were going to run out...