Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140216124057/@comment-17114085-20140313020249

Harold wasn't paying much attention to what the others were saying. He was lost in his thoughts. For so long he has wanted to make a difference, to make the sacrifices of the Nords mean something. Now he finally had a means to that end. He concentrated on the words he remembered from the word wall in Bleaks Fall Barrow. Here lies the guardian, keeper of dragonstone and a force of unending rage and darkness. He remembered the power the Overlord in the Barrow wielded and the Overlord from Dustman's Cairn. He concentrated on that word...FUS....force in the dragontongue. From the few memories from that dragon he slayed he managed to piece together the essence of that word. FUS is power, raw unrelenting power. He looked to the Sky. If he truly was dragonborn then it was time to unleash his thu'um. He took a deep breath and shouted "FUS!" a wave of force propagated from his mouth to the sky above.