Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140712122340

(Alyssa will wait for Vashier to answer her question...)

Sorin Steelfang looked at Alyssa as if she was crazy, but he then just shrugged and sheathed his scythes, before leaving the room. He would not be party to Vashier's deals, mainly because of mistrust, but also because it was nothing that concerned him. Alyssa would be able to hold her own easily, given her magical prowess.

Leaving Alyssa to talk to the sneaky one known as Vashier, Sorin Steelfang left the tavern. A familiar smell occured to him, awakened from his subconscious. His elder brother was here all right. Sorin Steelfang knew it was impossible, his family was to be entirely dead. How was this possible?

Sorin Steelfang instinctively drew his scythes as he felt the temperature drop. His older doppelganger, clad in dwarven gear, emerged from behind a corner, gripping a headsman's axe tightly. The man was unnaturally pale, but Sorin detected no vampiric aura. The man seemed to absorb temperature itself. Sorin stared at the man, challenging him "Who are you, stranger?"

"Get out of my way and nobody will get hurt. I know the girl is still in the tavern. I'll leave when I kill her."

"Well, I know who you are, actually. Leon Steelfang, firstborn of the Steelfangs. An abomination who shares the blood that runs in my veins. Like me, a composite of Nord, Breton and Altmer!"

"So, are you Sorin or Darius? You can't have been either of the girls."

"It should be obvious. Darius was the first to die. You were there, a six year old who used him as a meat shield, after using our parents" said Sorin, still remembering memories that should not have existed. He had vowed to hunt down his brother for that act of treachery.

"I was testing you. You should have died way back. The power of our bloodline only deserves to be held by me! I'll return you to Molag Bal, vampire!" shouted Leon Steelfang, running forward with his massive axe, cutting a large swath. Sorin Steelfang immediately drew back, pulling himself out of the lethal blade's reach. The dual downward slashes of his scythes were parried, but he scored a hit on his next try. Leon Steelfang seemed to stagger back, before regaining his posture and redoubling the attack.

The large axe of Leon Steelfang cut massive arcs of poison and disease through the air, but none met their mark. The silver arcs cut by Sorin's scythes, however, masterfully penetrated the limited defense offered by his opponent's battleaxe. Sorin saw Leon Steelfang retreat backwards and he flung one of his scythes at Leon Steelfang, its tip hooking over Leon's shoulder. With a heave, Sorin applied chain lightning to his scythes, shocking his opponent.

Leon Steelfang seemed to explode into black mists as he clutched his shoulder, his voice saying "Maybe next time, younger brother. We will meet again in battle. That will be your death!"

Sorin Steelfang felt the cold recede. His brother was gone. The brother that always deserved to die, still alive. He needed some fresh air. No doubt the guards would come, but they would find nothing.

(Sorin and Leon come from a very messed up family... The members are not always sane)