Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-203.118.166.141-20131124055428/@comment-90.229.185.239-20140611111621

Ra'Tash finally roared admist the chaos, a broken and desperate roar of unbridled power. Slamming his open palm into the ground, large blue waves of energy streamed through the room, each little rope tethering itself to a fallen warrior, including thoose of his slain brothers. Most, if not all, rose with a murky groan, turning against the now hopelessly outmatched Silver Hand. With an almost regal stride, Ra'Tash started pacing back to his room, while a small horde of undead lumbered towards the small bulwark of Silver Hand still alive, completely ignoring their Lord's fellow Khajiit's pleas for help, roars of rage, and other sounds of battle around them.