Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-3293219-20140706210043

Reagon just grinned, a dark grin as he gestured upwards, above them where Psywen, Pilerius, Rachael and the Dremora lay, all of them were unconscious, finding themselves being drained of all strength and energy as they lay there on the verge of falling asleep.

"You self righteous warrior types are so easy, so predictable... So fun to crush your spirits and show you how expendable and average you are. How many fools like you run into places like this every day? And become another dead Nord, who had more heart than sense..." As he finished speaking, something grabbed Arngrim's leg and tripped him up, slowly dragging him along the floor, towards a black portal, the thing that had tripped him seemed to have been a black hand of sorts...

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The Nord began to feel around, under Psywen's dress...