Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-5735114-20140205003812

The Shadow Soldiers, ever watching in Red Mountain, saw a target in the now isolated Nord. They sent their mage again, who was steadily growing tierd, but its faith was more important.

It teleported to within the house, silently arriving in the kitchen, existing as nothing more than a shadow.

"Hey, pal...", came its disembodied voice, cold and hoarse. It was possible to compare it to metal scraping against metal.