Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-3293219-20140629190147

Mactan lay at the base of the tower as Pilerius, Angrim and Rachael fought to keep the door shut, his body hadn't long been cold...

A redguard approached him from behind, wearing red robes, with a hood over his head. As he looked up, his glowing, yellow eyes reflected the torchlight and almost began to glow as he waved his hand, giving off a purple aura, the purple aura danced around Mactan's body, like he was on fire as he a telekenisis spell lifted him off of the spike. He was lifted, into the air and gently placed on the floor as his arms and legs began to flail, rapidly as he began to claw his way back to life.

"That's right..." He said, grinning menacingly.

"You've still got some more work to do before you can rest..."

He was done resurrecting the Breton by the time that the Dragon burst through the roof and used the distraction to slip away, with Mactan, unnoticed...