Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140727064404

(Sorin is going home! Not exactly, but Francois will take over as protagonist, as Sorin has something important to do. His master is coming for him, to train him further and ask him to perform a very difficult mission. The hiatus might last quite long.)

Sorin paused to allow his magicka to regenerate. The Legion was retreating, but he wasn't eager to continue, for he wanted to turn back, to smite the Fosworn with his daedric gifts, to unsheath his sword of horror. A light flashed before him, a familiar figure stood before him. It was his master, Toraak-Shiae, a golden snake clad in black armor.

Sorin spoke "Master, why did you come? I have failed you, I am a vampire and a life taker, not a protector of the common people."

"I know, I understand, as a Tsaesci should, before they control their bloodlust. Jean Francois is in Skyrim now, so I have something more important for you. Come, I need you to follow me."

"But I can't leave Alyssa behind."

"Who's that?"

"The only girl I will ever love. Something you will never understand"

"Complexities that I will never understand are best left to you" said Master Toraak-Shiae. He summoned a spectral raven, saying "Well, send your regards to whomever you wish."

Sorin wrote a parchment, detailing plans to Francois. He would return in due time. His master grabbed his wrist and they dissapeared.

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(Francois grabbed Jalati from the prison, he ran the gauntlet)

Jean Francois Vauban saw a spectral raven descend from the sky. His master was in Skyrim. He retrieved the parchment, reading it. It contained a drawing of Alyssa, as well as some instructions:

Francois

''I am Sorin Steelfang. Master Toraak has recalled me for further training. While I regret this, I have to allow you to take over my duties. You must be free now, aren't you? Protect the girl pictured at all cost, or I will personally come and kill you.''

''Master Toraak has an assignment for you as well. You are to kill Xiuhcoatl the Fire Serpent. If you need gear, speak with the elf at Sadri's used wares. He will get you what you need. Take the last 5000 septims and 3 ebony ingots from my lock up if you need it.''

Francois pocketed the note. He would need to get gear, possibly an armor upgrade and maybe a new weapon. He headed to Sadri's used wares.

Revyn Sadri eyed the newcomer critically. The breton simply placed the note on the table. Revyn understood, asking "What do you need?"

"Armor, the best set you've got. Other than that, I need standard rations and potions."

"Well, I can give you Sorin's old armor, it has flexible material under the plates and you are still not too short compared to him. As for the rest, take this satchel."

Francois tried on the new armor, placing his glass armor and cloak into the lock up. It fitted snugly around him. A few swings with the glass sword proved Sorin's old armor was superior and he was set. He slung the satchel over his shoulder and left.