Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141128022906/@comment-25323290-20141201004347

The battlemage's wards fell as he ran out of magicka, and as he did, Irvan kicked him to his knees, preparing to cut his throat and end his miserable life. He lifted the dark blade with hate in his eyes, and with no hesitation and no consulting of his comrades, he prepared to strike.