Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140915121606/@comment-29458028-20140920064731

Vauban closed in on the mage and performed a stab with his sword, the blade extending into a corrosive, toxic tentacle. He was a veteran of the great wars. He saw the devastation in Cyrodiil first hand. Born as a princely noble of High Rock, he had never enjoyed the politically heavy existance of the rich, perferring instead the boundless knowledge of adventure and experience.

Vauban had crossed into the realms of Apocrypha, where he learnt dark arts, to prolong his life, to give him the tentacular powers he possessed. Hermaeus Mora had simply let him walk out after a long period of study.

Vauban returned to his family, only to find all of them dead, a single black book in the middle of the room, still throbbing with power. The toll that Hermaeus Mora had claimed. Vauban never regretted it. His father was a drunk who beat anyone, his mother a crazy discliplinarian and his younger sister a total bitch.

From scrying the pages of the Black Book, he learnt much. Vauban forged a Lurker's animus into his sword. He learnt how to summon tentacles rather than just transform his arms into such. He learnt how to secrete and project posion.

Coming back to reality, Vauban willed his tentacular blade to fall the magus, knowing that leaving him alive was pointless. (Hitting Vauban with banish will stagger him)

(Vauban's control over the tentacles of Mora's realm will weaken by half if he loses his sword. He can call it back to his hands, but doing so requires considerable focus and takes time. He will be limited to firing tentacles out of his hands and he cannot summon fields of them without the sword.)