Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150204112204

"Poor Lafayette" "During this journey he bred" "Feelings and pity" "For both the living and the dead!" Sander looked up. Various segments and parts of the cleaver like the hilt darkened, and glinstered like obsidian and ebony. A high pitched, but demonic and heavy voice spoke, mocking the vampire. It did it various times, repeating the same verse, all the while in the same, high pitched voicd. He had no idea what was causing it, or why. It happened when he transported the essence of his former weapon - Vampire's claw - in the cleaver. He had hoped that if the daedric essence was transported, the rhymes and occult verses would stop, but that was not the case.

Strange - most of the other verses that were uttered were longer and more clear ; but this one was uttering nonsense. Feelings? He could care less about others. He.. he just needed something to do. Yes, that's it. Pity and shame were not involved in this quest.