Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-32663439-20141103200135

(Zyzero, I already told you, you can't kill the falmer general or his drake. You weren't given permission. He's a leading body of my army, and you can't kill people I say not to kill.)

Vorwith looked at Aldardon. "Feed the drake, Ald. Maybe you should take him for a ride, too. Go wait for the nord girl at Drakespire."

Vorwith thought about the nord, Sea-Born. He found it ironic. With the surname Sea-Born, he's an ash spawn, with no water in his body. Very interesting indeed. He had a facsination with forsworn magics. This was something that Vorwith could use against him. He had spies in the forsworn since the very start of their 'movement'. He knew most likely all of the magics used by the forsworn, beating even the knowledge of Adawulf. (He's older than like every main character in this RP combined, of course he'll know forsworn knowledge. He's kinda like Hermaus Mora in his lust for knowledge.)

Slagar's Slavers were one of the most infamous groups in history. They've kidnapped kings from palaces and made them servants, and servants from shacks and made them nobles. As long as they got paid, they didn't care who their cargo was, or what they needed to do with them. And currently they were transporting a pretty nord conjurer. They had to bring her to some "Drakespire Palace", apparently owned by a Yssis Tarin (false name). They arrived at a pre-established checkpoint. A mage put his hands on Illyana's head and shot a magicka drain pulse through her body. It was long lasting, and she wouldn't be able to use any magicka for the next eight hours. (Vorwith might put a longer lasting one on her later. Tracker no tracking, tracker no tracking!) They continued their march, with the giant changing his hold on the girl. "Gerdas vab unde." (I like throwing random fake Giant talk in there, no point in asking for translation.) They entered the palace and went into some holding area. The slavers left, leaving Illyana in the care of a big red-eyed orc.

Vorwith thought about the nord, Sea-Born. He found it ironic. With the surname Sea-Born, he's an ash spawn, with no water in his body. Very interesting indeed. He had a fascination with forsworn magics. This was something that Vorwith could use against him. He had spies in the forsworn since the very start of their 'movement'. He knew most likely all of the magics used by the forsworn, beating even the knowledge of Adawulf. (He's older than like every main character in this RP combined, of course he'll know forsworn knowledge. His spies helped start the entire forsworn on a whole. He's kinda like Hermaus Mora in his lust for knowledge.)

Perhaps he would bring Adawulf here, not as a captive, but as a guest. Vorwith knew all about the information that Adawulf already knew, plus so much more. Vorwith had spiders, birds, and even ants as spies across Tamriel. Even dead bodies in cemetaries have been used. He had been watching everyone and everything since....what seemed like forever. Vorwith decided that soon (not yet though), he would send an invitation to Adawulf, bringing him to his topside palace.