Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-27783182-20140213140359

The Prodigy woke up. He looked around and saw nothing but shadows. He needed to get his mask before he inhale more of the shadows. He slowly walked towards his mask and grabbed it, placing it on his face. He sighed with relief and searched for his Nordic Sword and Miraak's Sword.

He touched something, like a sharp, tenticle-filled blade. He grabbed the pommel of the blade and stood up. He was still blind, however he knew that blade was Miraak's Sword. He started to swing it, until the tenticle grabbed his Nordic Sword, Bjarke. He smirked and started to laugh.

"Now... Where are those bastards?" The Prodigy asked to himself. He started to randomly swing everywhere to see if a tenticle would grab either Petra, Mikasa or Kaizen.