Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140616200842/@comment-24942837-20140707164818

(I never said that... heheheh...HAHAHAH)

Kettil had lain limp and unmoving. But suddenly he chopped the noose off. His neck was bloody, and so was the rest of him. He picked up Sturkas' blade, Flamegnaw (heh, opposite of Frostbite), and raised hit. He laughed an ugly gurgling laugh. "Arm thought he could hang me, didn't he? Well what happened to father is what's gonna happen to you, Ghost-Wolf! HAHAHAHAHAH!" With that he coated the blame in poison, and it began to burn. In a matter of seconds, the Silver Greatsword had turned from its metallic and dull grey to a sparking, and almost scalding to the eyes white. The only thing that stopped it was the poison which turned it into a sickly pale, still blinding to the eye. He summoned two Daedra lords, and used necromancy to summon his dead brother and father. The creatures gave him their best Daedric Armor, and equipped the dead in it as well. They all were clad in Daedric Armor and using Two-Handed Daedric Weapons, besides Kettil. Although any other dead bandits, prisoners, and Daedra were summoned, Ahmed was not part of the group of death. In fact, he was no where to be found. The Dead had broke the entrance: There was no where to run, no where to hide. (...HAHAHA...heheheh...)