Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-25382277-20140907213532

As the two were riding through the pinewoods, the Vampire asked the Imperial:

"Tell me, how did you know I wouldn't just flee along the way?"

"I knew you'd help me. We both know that you've got no sympathy for those Stormcloaks.", Valenius responded.

"Help you? What makes you think I'm helping you with that non-sense?

As for my sympathies, that doesn't possibly make me spill blood for these absurd reaons.", Fokiir said sharply.

The Legate looked surprised, kind of shocked.

"What do you mean?"

The Nord smiled and said in a soothing voice:

"You know the Thalmor would send assasins on my ass if I openly butcher them."

"What in Oblivion do they have to do with this?", Valenius asked, unsure of what he meant.

"You know they've got their spies and agents in every last damn settlement throughout the Empire - also in Skyrim - also in Stormcloak territory - also in Riften.

What better opportunity is there to cut some Thalmor throats than in the the chaos of a raging battle? They won't track the killer...

Oh I haven't forgotten my enemies. But I've got no interest in them paying attention to my person.

...and you know what? I've decided I can use my vampiric abilites in the future very well - thank you for the advice." Fokiir smiled as if he carried a victory.

The Imperial thought he's mad. Though he had to admit that he was clever... and he knew absolutely no one that was as patient when it came to wait for opportunites. His mind was sharp, always well aware of most that could happen. Still, he thought his lust for vengance will be his undoing, someday, no matter how careful he was.

"You're a fool.", Valenius muttered.

"The Emperor has recently been assinated. Do you understand what that means? Will be on war with the Aldmeri Dominion soon enough, Fokiir, you know it, too. Actually, I'm truly surprised they did not attack yet. It's almost getting my hopes up that they may not be ready yet themselves...almost..."

He suddenly sounded more eager, kind of angry, he felt he had to make his point.

"Listen, I know very well why you refuse to involve yourself in this war, I know it is stupid! But what other choice do we have but to make it as short as possible before the Elves invade a second time? We cannot afford to deal with this problem to the here at the same time the Elves attack us from the south! Do you get what I'm saying!? I know you just refuse to admit it, god damn it!"

"You stubborn Imperials... no... I am not explaining it to you now. Still... the Thalmor are the last that should know about reinforcements here, that are missing down south. That's why I am going to kill any Thalmor I can identify within Riften as long as the circumstances allow me to, before they can leave area with information.Wouldn't you agree?"

"I can't let you roam Riften to your own liking, you know that...", Valenius noted coldly.

Fokiir smiled, but it was an angry, mad looking smile on his face.

"Do you think that I, as a Vampire can't smell your blood? It may not be cold, but it tastes different, I can tell that much.

You thought you could report me, hm? Guess the joke's on you, now.

...since you don't dare to fight me yourself, not even as Werwolf...

Or do you think I'd reveal my plans if I wasn't sure for my own safety?

Next time you wanna fool someone, make sure to actually pick a fool."

( They do not know yet that the Legion's troops are withdrawing from the city of Riften. )