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"Perhaps yes, perhaps I am just paying you a visit" said Sorin, smiling. He continued "you hired me the last time to pose as Fosworn. A mistake on your part, seeing how they are almost eradicated. Also, my scythe is hardly a good substitute for a Fosworn weapon."

"The people in Karthwasten, maybe they died for nothing. I don't care, but it might weigh on your conscience."

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(Now for Sorin's lovely wife ... she is based on my other RP character as well.)

The lady walked up to the gates of the College of Winterhold. They swung open, as if welcoming her.

As a woman, she was desirable, having nearly otherworldly beauty that would put even the goddess Dibella to shame. As a mage, she was more than remarkable. The youngest ever Archmage to assume the mantle, at 22. Five years had passed, she had left to get married soon after her appointment.

The doors to the hall of the elements flew open at her arrival. With a cold, emotionless voice, she said to an elven lady "Aryenna, I knew you coveted my position, perhaps it's time to return it to me, after you enjoyed it for five years?"

"Archmage Alyssa ... didn't you leave permanently to get married to that strange guy? Why are you still here ... " replied the elven lady, clearly frightened, but obviously angry. Flames crackled around her hands.

"Perhaps because I have no where better to go? My house was destroyed" said Alyssa, as flames came to her hands. She smiled as a pair of flame atronachs appeared behind her. She continued "perhaps, do you remember my punishment for taking over my authority without permission?"

The elf was reduced to a pile of ash before she even cast a spell. The other mages cringed and knelt in fear, shivering, except for master mage Jean Claude Vauban, who stood silent in his nordic carved armor (He's a battlemage, obviously.)