Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-29458028-20141024125136

Raydin ignored the protests of the court mage, using the enchanter. He saw his silver sword float above the enchanter, his left hand above the blade and he chanted dark incantations. The symbol on his left hand glowed with power, eldritch energy leaking from it into the sword.

Moments later, the sword flashed with a black reticulate pattern. Raydin had placed banish upon the weapon. The blade fell upon the enchanter and Raydin picked it up and sheathed it.

Raydin left the keep and spread his arms, leaping into the air and flying, trailing black mists as batlike wings extended from his back. He would fly for the college.

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Vauban smiled as they captured a village from Snowhawk, on the periphery. He had his friends summon an army comprised of familiar spirits, daedra and undead.

There would soon be chaos.

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Syralys bound upon the mortal plane in a flash of black smoke, completely undressed. She was in a small village somewhere in Skyrim. It didn't matter which one it was. The daylight was irritating, burning her skin and hurting her. With a flick of her hands, shadows formed into a set of hooded robes around her.

Syralys started by summoning a few flame atronachs and commanding them to set fire to all that was around her.

An unlucky man who was in Syralys' path was telekinetically lifted to face her, making eye contact. He died in agony as his eyes bled and his heart exploded.

She knew her brother walked the lands. Molag Bal had commanded her to fight him.