Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140913133739

(No such thing as innocent to Corentin. The stuff he was doing inside the fort is too messed up to reveal to the world. It's something to do with creating a warped stave that has only a single use.)

Corentin repressurized the fort. The doors of the inner sanctum opened and a small detachment of Black Guard left. They didn't care who the adventurers were. The master commanded their demise, they had to die.

Corentin slumped back into his chair. He hadn't got over Rostei's betrayal of Fulvia. It broke his heart. His personality had darkened.

He made a staff of fireball. Except the enchanting was so messed up that it was a one shot device which obliterated cities. It's destination? Markath. Whoever used it would be killed as well, obviously. The revenge scheme was in position.

(The stave is just a mcguffin, it won't be used.)

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"Hmm, of this list, Ulfric and the Shatter Shields are out. So are the Bretons. I do have a contact in Eastmarch, I'll get him to settle" said Sorin.

He summoned forth his spectral raven and commanded it to fly to Windhelm. It's mission, look for Revyn Sadri. Sorin spoke through his familiar and heard the reply.

"Ok, contact is set. The Black Guard might attack the Shatter Shield family within the next two weeks. They can mark and recall, so we better hurry! Try to capture and not kill them."