Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-29458028-20141022032340

Sorin conjured a spectral horse and rode for Snowhawk. He was going to kill another load of people. If the mages were as powerful as he heard, killing them would be a challenge, but it wouldn't be impossible. He himself was a very powerful Sorcerer and so were his friends. (They can't wreck armies, but they can change the tide of war easily)

Shame, his ethical sense prevented him from using his life manipulating powers to kill tonnes of enemies at once. Sorin often mused about what he would be if he was evil, how many would have died by his hand.(His "vampiric cloud" makes the one cast by Welloc seem like a half hearted, poorly done spell, so I am keeping to his electrokinesis unless total crap really happens.)

Sorin looked at his left palm as the horse took him to his destination, branded with a daedric "oht" symbol. A terrible power resided here. He had ever only used it once and the results were not pretty. It was the reason why everyone at the College feared him. A mark from Molag Bal.

He would reach Snowhawk fast enough. His friends were all riding behind him on black spectral horses, shadows trailing from them.

(The name "Shadow Watch" is not just there to look nice)