Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140123000942/@comment-27783182-20140205103322

(flesh ones.)

Hesogorath continued to sing, wabbajacking some of the atronachs and turning them into sweetrolls.

"The leader of madness returns to life, with awful hungering eyes!" He said, singing. "To the secret ruins! The time has dawned to turn the magma tide!"

"Return the monster to death to the north across the ash! Lean off my chicken and slaughter all before we kill the bitch! Will we defeat the vampire, beneath an evil bonfire, slaughter all the monsters with lots and lots of hellfire?" He sank Duskfang into the atronach's heart.

"Or we'll be defeated by the bad guy, so he feasts on our souls. Our fallen carcass torn apart to ensure we're only burning scrolls? I walk forward, regardless of the peril, feral. My blade of glory'll gore that abomination, will ferrell."

"I've maxed my strength, collected every ingredient, succesfully bettered myself. I've worked at blade, spell and staff and now i'm heading there! When i ready my bow, your head'll be redder than a bloody carcass! I used so many spells and arrows that i get them sold to an aero barrow! Action packed with atronachs coming out of nowhere! Bats and staves, spells and bows that will kill you instantly! I am the madman, and i still wear the helmet with mini pillars! I've fought beasts, almost a priest, and now i'm after more!" He said, laughing maniacally, one of the last of the atronachs.