Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-29458028-20141022121712

"Raydin Steelfang, your time has some. You will replace both your mother and father as my envoy upon the world. Remember, destroy, crush and break the weak" said Molag Bal. A pair of dremoras held out Raydin's left hand, while a third branded it with a magical brand, causing extreme pain. Glowing blue tattoos appeared on his left arm.

Raydin responded by just closing his eyes. When they reopended, they glowed blue for a moment as he made eye contact with the dremora who branded him. The dremora staggered backwards and clawed at his own eyes.

"Weaklings, you have no place in Coldharbor!" said Raydin, as Molag Bal threw him a sword, which he caught and used to kill the dremora who branded him, destroying the Animus. He sheathed the blade and grabbed the throats of both dremoras who held on to him, draining them of life.

Black mists swirled around Raydin and formed his armor, another gift from the Lord of Domination. Molag Bal said "your mother sacrificed herself and became a guardian of Coldharbor. Remember that." (Molag won't take the stuff back)

Raydin only smiled, saying "threats are a sign of weakness."

He disspated into shadows before Molag Bal could retort.

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Raydin awoke upon Mundus, slowly. He was banished from Coldharbor. Not that he bothered anyway. Immediately after he awakened fully, he took in the sights and sounds. Somehow, the place was so ... positive, happy even.

How could there be so much life, so much colour?