Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140220042615

(Trying to decide between playing the 'Mantra of Worms' or the battle music from 'The Hobbit'.)

Jack gave a short nod in agreement and withdrew his shortsword from the pile of bones, his eyes dark with a fury that would've sent a shiver down the spine of any warrior. He was going to slaughter them all, no matter what the cost.

Claudius spun his staff and slammed it into the ground, kicking up a maelstrom of lightning that swirled around him and sent his robes fluttering like dragon's wings behind him. With a storm at his back and a crystalline staff in hand, he looked ready for anything that came through the gates.

Makoru twirled Bloodharvest in one hand, flicking the blood off the ebony blade and splattering it on the ground as he did. A second wind was filling him with a superhuman strength, the likes of which that he only experienced when he had taken the mantle of the werewolf. He felt ready to take on an army, if it meant he could live his life in peace when it was over.

"For Stroggvir," they said in almost perfect unison, looking like avenging Daedra plucked straight from Oblivion in the dim light of the tomb.

(And with that cliffhanger, I must go. Good night to all.)