Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140801050717

Fulvia smiled at the male thralls. She wanted ones that were younger than 20, but she sure didn't mind older men, or even her own brother (disturbing implications...). She looked at the one who sent the thralls, sipping her drink "Leave the female here, I need a test subject for my new potions."

Jean Francois stoked a fire, using his electrical magic to spark the tinder. Survival in the wilderness dictated he did so. He hung the bunny he killed and skinned above the flames to roast, as he waited for the water to boil. Maybe he would need to visit the face changer.

Corentin Mercer, in fact, did not tell his new master the truth about himself. He had secretly learnt to read and write long the moment he was sold to slavery. Corentin himself had a vast lexicon of battle tactics within his head, all gleaned from observing the Fosworn's battles, victories and defeats, as well as from contraband items known as books. Also, he had mastered some flame magic and basic combat stances in the nights that came before (He scavanges almost every trash heap, plus he brawls with others all the time). However, he elected to keep such secret. It was better nobody knew. (He's actually highly skilled, but he acts stupid and useless to make sure the Fosworn dosen't torture him for information).

Corentin continued to practice his new master's sword stances. He elected, however, that he would modify said stances to be more defensive, for he saw far too many openings. (I am possibly building up a character that may be able to fight Sorin, Jakarn, Zero and all the other magic knights alone, in face to face sword combat)

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Tacitus observed his master's new disciple silently. The boy's stances were too perfect. There was something he was hiding.

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Alyssa decided to take a rest upon reaching Solitude, before continuing her sword training. She has wanted to question Elisif, but the former Jarl was dead.

(Sorin continues to train)