Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-17114085-20170107233152

Kyrnil gestured over to Ortis. "What of you, what makes you so sure you can be of help?"

"Me?" Ortis asked, placing a hand on his chest. "Well...I am, as you might say, a dashing rogue. I've a talent illusion, trickery."

"Sounds pretty ordinary to me. You sure you want to come along?" Kyrnil asked, not sure that the man could serve any help against the Sins.

"Trust me." Ortis said convincingly, his trickster nature made nearly everything he said sound true even if they happened to be lies. ''I am much more powerful than I let on, Kyneson. I would come out and say it now, but I'd rather it be more dramatic. I can get more converts that way. Though that little moment outside came close...it wasn't quite right yet.''

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The Sins made camp at the Western Watchtower, after having killed its previous guard inhabitants.

Wrath sat by the fire that he had created at the top of the tower. He had removed his helmet and was feeling his wound on his forehead, seeing if it was too deep.

Lust sat on the battlements, looking out into the plains, though he made a few glances at Wrath when he wasn't looking. He felt angry at the Nord that had fought Wrath. ''How dare that mortal damage Metilius' face like that. Had he not died in that explosion I would've killed him with my own hands.''

Wrath noticed that he was being watched and looked over at Lust, who quickly glanced away.

"A right shame that none of these guards were women." Lust mentioned. "I wasn't able to have my fun in Whiterun, it all happened so quickly."

Wrath scowled. It found Lust's constant compaints about the lack of women really annoying. Instead of replying the same thing that he had numerous times before he merely groaned and ignored the Dunmer.

He's ignoring me.... Lust thought and glanced over at the Imperial, then frowned and turned his back to the Sin of Wrath.