Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140830042819/@comment-14139769-20140831030429

Datadragon Odahviing wrote: (Hey, a nord lady who worships Meridia!)

(Meanwhile, somewhere in the forests)

Corentin smiled as he closed in on a bloodmage, twirling his lightsword. He closed in on the the poor man, saying "Meridia commands your demise! Come, face your doom."

"Weak mortal, you think I will be afraid of you? Die!" screamed the man as he flung several life draining spells at Corentin, who rolled aside and warded the last one. One hit him, but his wounds closed with a singular cast of healing.

"You mistake me, weakling. You assume anyone who looks like a mortal is a mortal' said Corentin, who leapt across the divide between him and the bloodmage, gliding on his now open wings and landing. He engaged the bloodmage in melee combat, his opponent using a life drinking ebony sword.

Corentin locked his opponent's blade, then drew his solar dagger and sent it through his opponent's throat, before using his strength to push the dagger down, all the way to the crotch. He pullled out the bloody dagger and watched as the body of the mage caught fire with white flame, disintegrating into an ash pile. (Firstly: THAT WAS F****ING AWSOME and secondly: Why is he never hurt by blood magic?)