Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140827105628/@comment-29458028-20140828125947

Corentin rolled himself up into combat stance, drawing his sword in a smooth motion as white, ectoplasmic wings opened from his back. He looked at the templars and said "Puny mortals, you dare... Sorry."

"Oh, what is a Gaat...?"

"Corentin, can you not act like a Daedra, especially a dremora? A gaatlok is a mage not in the College of Winterhold, currently referred to as such by the mortals. Don't kill them or your mission will be compromised" came Meridia's irritating voice.

"Who am I talking to, pun... ahem templars, it is a lady who holds much power, one you do not comprehend. What do you want, huh?" said Corentin as his wings dissapeared. He doubted their mortal minds could comprehend his speech. He continued "I am not a fricking mage. I use a sword!"