Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-12599067-20140610034324

Volarano watched as Eogan stood in the middle of the flames, the look in his eyes rapidly changing from doubt to confusion, and from confusion to something unreadable. Then he began to tremble with anger and hatred, with rage boiling up in his chest like an inferno. The flames around him flickered before rising, glowing brighter and fiercer than before. Dust and ash swirled around him in a tempest as his rage escalated into a mixture of disbelief, agony, and fury. Smaller rocks and bricks were also picked up in the tempest of telekinetic fury, creating a miniature storm around him.

Volarano moved so swiftly he seemed to teleport from his spot near the door over to Eogan, his golden eyes bright with anger.

"Whatever spells you have on you, dispell them. Now," Volarano growled. This paradise couldn't be a dream. It was impossible. He had just killed the last Thalmor leader, he had seen the arrow go through his excuse for a heart. This was not a dream. It couldn't be.