Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-10698960-20141025000538

Xzal stands in Hamvir's Rest with his group of about 30 draugr. He brings out his cleaver, holding it so the blade is upwards.

He begins speaking words in the same language that he was speaking to Nazeem in. As he does this odd runes start to glow on the blade, black smoke emitting in front of him, raising upwards, but stopping in a eight foot humanoid form (all of his kind are eight feet tall) as if in glass. Out of this smoke, a body forms.

After a few moments, it details, reveling another knight.

"Maal, 'tis nice of you to join me in this... crusade..."

"As if I had a choice, brother. Either way, it feels good to walk upon soil once more."

The other, known as Maal, looks to Nazeem

"And who is this mortal?"

"That is Nazeem, my steward... You know this land has forgotten out language, and he shall be our translator... The gathering of an army will go faster if two of us are collecting them, if the reason for your summoning was not evident."

"Why of course..."

"Bring them here, we are using this as a temporary base of operations..."

Maal heads off to the nearest burial ground, which happens to be Volunruud.

(Will make Maal's form)