Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-768817-20130820205935/@comment-5320677-20130821115839

(Good morning! or night if you're UAM and live in Britain T_T)

Glaedr was practicing his illusion on the rats that scurried along the floor... he had a following of them now... He was already somewhat adept on the concept of magick but could never really find the time to hone his skills. Even when he was with the College he never went outside his boundaries. He then decided to try conjuration again see if he could reanimate one of the dead rats. He summoned up every last bit of magicka he had and a purple nimbus appeared on his hand he aimed at the freshly killed rat and cast the bolt hit the rat... And it woozily stood up as if waking from a dream Glaedr gave a quiet whoop of pleasure and scooped up the creature... who promptly turned to ash the second Glaedr touched him... Glaedr cleared the cell of rats and carcasses as a guard strolled by calling lightsout he dreampt of Escape and Torene and Hunting out in the mountains... And becoming a true Nord through and through he would Start a new life not as Glaedr but as Aren a Breton he already had slightly pointed ears what with his mother being a Bosmer a fact he learned through the Thieves Guild...