Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140201211323

The Anchorite shrieked as three attacks landed at once, feeling the bones snap in his leg and the sword pierce his back as Nahlgaaf stabbed him. He didn't have time to react before Anwen slammed into him, a whirlwind of claws and teeth. He was dead before he hit the ground, and the Wrathmen disapparated the moment their master perished, much to Makoru's surprise. He looked up at Anwen, who was still ripping the warlock limb from limb, and marveled at the sheer power of the skald. Within the two weeks that she had become a lycanthrope, she was already capable of transforming at will and in complete control of her actions. It had taken him nearly a month and a half plus an experienced mentor to gain mastery of the beast inside.

Jack shivered as he watched Anwen tear the necromancer apart, absolutely terrified by the horrific majesty of the wolf. Even Makoru hadn't been this savage, and that was saying something. He tried to bring his attention away from the slaughter and turned to Stroggvir.

"Strogg, how long will it take us to get to Windhelm by carriage? And how many necromancer dens do you know of in that area?" he asked, feeling revulsed by the thought of a fate like that of the warlock's. No one deserved that kind of death.