Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140614015650/@comment-12599067-20140615031920

Eirik simply stared up at the abomination before him, paralyzed with terror. Although he had been expecting a daedra, looking up at the collossus before him, the word "daedra" simply did not compute.

Volarano's face grew ashen under his mouth covering, his knuckles white as they gripped his bow with enough force to probably shatter rocks. He turned to look at the others, looking for their reactions in hope of getting reassurance. He did not receive any.

Morrigan looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Gazing up at the monstrous creature before her, memories she had long tried to bury came drifting back, and she involuntarily took a step backwards, terrified. She tried to speak but her mouth simply refused to cooperate. Her gaze was affixed on the monster that had made her what she was now and she could not tear her eyes away, no matter what she tried.

Molag Bal had returned to Mundus.