Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-3293219-20141014174348

Odin slowly turned around, chuckling at the group's failure, his mouth and hands were both caked in blood, still wet from where he had performed the ritual.

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Robin lay lifeless in Elizabeth's hands as he head fell back, to the floor, it had been revealed that she had a gaping hole in her chest and her heart was gone.

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"Not even the mighty Altmer could accomplish this... I have spat in the face of death itself!" Odin roared, in the face of his adversaries, raising a bloody hand in triumph. To everyone's surprise, he had a full head of hair, which was incredibly messy, due to the fact that it had just grown back. His face didn't have anywhere near the amount of wrinkles that he once had, even from a distance it had become obvious, Odin seemed to have regenerated and he was now a young man again.

"Immortality was in my grasp all along!" He laughed, raising his arm, into a fist, attracting the souls of his fallen commrades as he did so, making his right arm go bright blue.

"I have surpassed death itself, immortalising myself and my clan's gift for all eternity, all at the cost of gender confused Breton's soul." As he spoke, his voice grew more and more malfested as the many souls began to manifest with his own.