Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150102020029/@comment-29458028-20150102033328

Levith Syphre fell from the sky, his mission unknown, the reason for his coming to Mundus only known to him. He trailed light behind him, his wings trailing glowing feathers, as the did whenever he came to Mundus.

Levith's superiors had placed daedric seals on his back, disabling most of his powers, except the basic ones, so nobody would know he was not mortal. He could still glide, though.

Levith righted his flight and aimed to reach the ground as soon as possible, streamlining himself and slamming into the ground, unhurt, creating a crater. He wasn't that far from the cities. It was time to move. People would investigate.

To all, he was just another breton in fancy dress. Good. Levith got up and walked for the city, his hood up, concealing his face. At most, people would find a few feathers at his crash site.