Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140927032239/@comment-29458028-20141003123146

Felrion walked into the palace, making sure his new lover followed him. He looked at the Steward and asked "What houses do you have for sale? So long it's cheaper than 50,000 septims, I'll take it, just make sure is comes fully fuirnished."

(Another reason why Felrion wants to buy a house here - convenient for him to access Paradise)

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Alyssa took out a quill, a bottle of ink and some parchment. Her script was cursive, with daedric overtones (as in it looks like daedric font), flowing as a singular curly black line upon the canvas she wrote on. She wrote:

Dear Velemo

''I know you are a skilled assassin. I want you to take out a target that I absolutely detest, so can you do so? It is not impossible to track him, since he is a famous man inside and outside of Skyrim. Ulfric Stormcloak, we want you to target him. Kill him.''

''See us about the payment. I feel that we need to meet, in case you fall prey to the swords, to ensure your family's finances. There will be 30,000 septims waiting for you. Come to the mountains near Windhelm.''

Thank you

A lady.

Alyssa finished her writing and smiled. A piece of art.

Sorin took the parchment, conjured his familiar and tied it to the bird's leg. He let go of the jet black spirit, which took to the air, looking for an old nemesis.

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The three assassins were riding to Solitude. They recieved notice from head honcho Felrion to perform an important task.

(Felrion himself will ingratiate)

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Kyrylla asked Lyn, as a voice in Lyn's head "can you hear me?"