Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-25127382-20141028053925

In the last fifteen years, apart from their underworld empire, the Black Fang had not changed much. Many of them have aged well, and don't seem any older than they were fifteen years ago. (I think you can guess why.) Their numbers had not grown much, as the Black Fang were very selective.

Lucien was walking through some dark corridors, he was deep underground, in a hidden area.

"So. How goes in the world of crime?" He heard suddenly. It was Louise's voice.

"It goes well. Most of the plans have been set in motion." He replied. "And here?"

"It goes well. We have been acting as "That group that controls the Rift, but sticks to itself," and no one suspects a thing." Louise replied.

"Well." Lucien said. "They may not suspect a thing, but secretly, our influence has increased greatly. Few feats would be impossible for us, now that the thieves, assassins, and most mercenaries take orders from us."

"Have our spies reported anything worth knowing?" Louise asked.

"No. But they have noticed a small army consisting mainly of undead heading for Whiterun."

"As always, the College fails to keep a leash on the Necromancers, and suddenly the world is filled with the living dead." Louise commented.

"Too true." Lucien replied.