Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140105035913

(Alright, sorry I was gone awhile.)

After a few more days of dedicated work, Tyranil finished his updated Soldier. All of the abilities of a regular Shadow Soldier at their disposal, as well as a powerful healing spell. After a complicated series of hand motions, a Soldier appeared in front of Tyranil, confirming the success of his work. Just then, another Soldier ran in, bearing interesting news.

A small army of guards is approaching from the south, aided by a group of mages from the Southwest...

Tyranil dismissed both of the Soldiers in the room, the old one and the newly created one. After he was done with this army, he'd have many bodies to create new soldiers with. Tyranil smirked at the thought. The Dragonborn, practically giving him another army. Tyranil summoned his scythe, it appearing in his hands, and walked outside of his study.