Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131221200431/@comment-3293219-20131222171335

As Corelas walked away, he heard Tyranil collapse, he swiftly turned around as the echo surrounded him and travelled down the hall.

"The fool can barely take it's power..." He muttered, shambling back.

He could see Tryanil gesturing towards one of his soldiers, before passing out, it began to heal him but Corelas knew that it was only capable of basic healing.

I'm going to regret this... He stepped forward and approached the soldier, it didn't seem to notice him and if it did, it didn't care.

He slowly reached for Tyranil, before it drew its sword and placed the point of his blade against the ex-Thalmor's throat.

Corelas backed away, raising his hands.

"I can help him, if you let me..."

The soldier was clearly not capable of complex thought, though it's last order were to heal Tyranil, would it be allowed to give its master to someone who would be a far more effective healer? It stood there, pondering...