Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-11457306-20141115235325

Kasra slowly and silently rose at Conall's touch. Magicka pooled in her hands. Conall lifted his blade. If they fought shades, the battle might be impossible. He could feel the restless spirits of the dead pressing in all around them. The question was, would they help or would they hinder?