Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-25038310-20150306205536

Jack grumbled. The cryptic voice annoyed him, but this was obviously a trap. Obviously.

Skyrim was enely territory. Who knows how many forces there would be. Maybe a whole army was waiting for him there, or a large number of angry dragon priests.

He walked down. The far stretched hallway, taking several turns.

Were they maybe trying to lure them away? No. He was only one man, and the Masked-Eye's headquarters were defended extremely well. Himself wouldn't make much of a difference.

He went into a room, and opened the weapon vase. It revealed a slightly curved Ebony sword, with a large, decorated hilt with silver and gold ornaments.

The Blade itself was extremely smooth. It was like someone had cut off a part of a shadow and used it as a blade. It was one of the many weapons of the Masked-Eyes which were meant for him and his siblings' use.

He grabbed several daggers, and put a belt of small throwing knives around his shoulder. He also placed the lightweight ebony shoulderpads on his shoulders, and grabbed his trusty Hood of Warm Fields.

Finally, he refilled all of his poisons and potions, which all had various .. 'Tastes' and 'uses'.

He grabbed one of the blackfires that had rested at the bottom of his pocket for a long time now. It would bring him to a standing stone close to Falkreath. Close enough, at least. He also had another blackfire that would teleport him back to the Masked-Eye's headquarters.

If he was caught, the Cult would most likely use him to make his family stand down. But Jack knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

He placed the blackfire on the ground, and broke it by bringing his boot to it and shattering it into a dozen pieces.