Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140716120655

Sorin and Alyssa arrived at the training ground. Sorin was still fresh, but Alyssa was completely drained. She downed a stamina potion, waiting for her tiredness to fade. The training Sorin gave her seemed to be extremely tedious, plus she was forced to swallow his advice, whether she liked it or not. She seemed afraid of whom she would be paired with to fight. She really hoped it wouldn't be the Altmer again.

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Sorin waited patiently to be paired with someone to spar. If it wasn't one of the mercenaries he knew, somebody, other than him, would be badly injured (Lol, I need to know who Sorin will fight, I will actually write fair fight scenes.)

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Leon Steelfang stood at the head of the caravan. Valdimir stood behind him. The blood dripped from their swords as they stared in unison at the dead guards. A man and woman, obviously lesser nobles, sat in their carriage, shivering not because of Leon's frost aura, but fear. The bandits slit their throat. Leon Steelfang's characteristic grin came up to his face. One had to start small.

(I'll post Leon's right and left hand men with reduced forms. This is so people know whom they will face. Only skills and equipments will be shown. They are minor characters. By the way, Leon Steelfang is not even the big bad yet. I'll unveil the big bad on his death.)