Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150423074053/@comment-32420582-20150426013102

The man struggled many times before going still, blood began to pour out and pool. Zulot slowly got up, he grabbed the man's magicka saber to use as proof he was dead, if the Daedric Order ever stopped being pissed off at him. Zulot stepped back a few steps, he looked at the body silently, he examined them for any signs of life, there was none. But a strange magic signature was coming from the corpse, the former Daedric Order warrior stepped back a few more steps as darkness began pouring out of the body, it slowly took the form of a corrupted shade.

The shade looked at Zulot and screeched loudly at him before throwing a shock spell at him, which the Daedric Pureblood simply deflected it, the shade let out a high pitched screech before lunging at Zulot, blasting lightning at him. The Varactyl let out a sound of alarm and slowly backed away from the shade.