Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140926163143

Sorin put down his blade, seething. He said "I don't trust half of what you said. After all, people only tell me the truth when they are afraid, extremely afraid. I'll be watching you, assuming you can brave the wrath of the Black Guard."

"Also, if you were privy to the Black Guard's plans, you should recognize this" said Sorin, drawing the Voltaxic Warp (Corentin's personal sword)

Revyn hurried off to tend to the Altmer.

Alyssa seemed to loose her breath and her tense nature vanished.

--

Felrion took her to a room, chucked 10 septims to the barkeep and locked the door, all while moving his hands all over the clothes to undo them.

Making sure the door was locked, Felrion used his expert hands to strip off every last bit of clothing, both for the woman and himself.

Felrion then scratched the lady's thigh with his ring, a small blade on it containing long lasting paralysis poison. He watched her fall to the bed, immobile, before he took all her clothes, dressed himself and left.

Felrion whispered "Goodbye, I'll be back."

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"Well, you are a fool, since I can possess others. Without appearing to do so" said Kyrylla "I'll look for Alyssa again, you can die, because there are females here. A new vessel would serve me well."

Dark shadows erupted from Ariana's body, invisible in the darkness of the night. They converged around one of the archers, the prettiest, most beautiful one, before flowing into her orifices. Moments later, all seemed well.

(Another epic death scene missed. Alyssa was to pull Kyrylla back into herself, causing Ariana to burn. Alyssa is the only being Kyrylla can exit without burning.)

Ariana herself started to burn as she screamed in rage, the unearthly, daedric fire consuming her soul. She knelt down as her body disintegrated to ashes.

-

Above, a spectral raven circled. Master Shiae shook his head from his temple miles away. Sorin was right all along, Ariana was unsuited to the outside world. He was making bad judgements, languishing, aging.

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Kyrylla used her vessel's body to walk forward, picking up the Winter's Grasp and probing the ashes. She shook her head and said "Well, dead, no chance this lady would be alive, seeing how she burned."

She sensed Alyssa nearby. She would have to go to Windhelm.