Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150315072056/@comment-29458028-20150317081747

(Meanwhile, somewhere in between Easmarch and Whiterun)

Lynette flung the man back effortlessly, her eyes glowing red, her left hand outstretched. The Ebony Blade was sheathed on her back, as she held her shortsword, a nasty looking copy of the legendary sword Umbra.

Her opponent, a Breton knight in black armor, landed with a skilled roll. He seemed hurt, but he rallied at once and cast a powerful restoration spell, sealing his wounds. With another leap, he seeemed to almost fly at Lynette, but he was stopped when Lynette just reached her hand out, causing him to freeze midair. He started to choke.

"Lynette, please ... don't let the blade control you any longer  ... abandon it and come back. We will still welcome you ..." said the man, choking. He didn't fight the choke physically, he fought it magically.

"Edmund Laivoser, very fine words from you. On the account of our past acquaintence, I will let you go. Scram!" shouted Lynette, releasing her grip and causing the Breton the hurtle into a tree.

She walked off. Her hunt was disrupted and no doubt compromised.

Edmund sighed as he leaned against a tree. He propped himself up on his sword and decided to start walking painfully for his next destination.