Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140105014416

By the time the Dragonborn had decided to take action, Tyranil had already created three more Shadow Soldiers from passing civilians. The last one of which had a slightly different story to tell. "The Chancellor won't let you get away with this, you monster! He's coming to stop you, and then you'll be sorry!", were her last words. Still, it had proved useful. The time Tyranil was awaiting for so long was finally approaching. If the Dragonborn is gone, his whole government would weaken. Chopping off the head. Tyranil decided it was time to alter his Soldiers a bit, as good as they were in combat, they were astoundingly poor healers. Retreating to his study deep within the lair, Tyranil could practically feel the heat of the lava within the mountain. And so he got to work developing a new soldier.

(Off to eat some cake. I'll be back soon.)