Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191127175551

What was so intimidating about Hirarend, if it was even him at this point, was how he was clad from top to bottom in a type of armor that just reeked of Daedric craftsmanship. Aetheon's lightning bolt did find its target, but the man inside the armor did not even flinch and instead chortled out a rather demonic-sounding laugh.

"By Molag Bal, I will enjoy this!" Hirarend's voiced had been garbled to the extent that it sounded so foreign to the group. Truly, he was under the influence of daedric magic at this point.

Shifting his focus from Torsten, the contract broker didn't just focus on Aetheon this time, but the entire group, as he took one massive sideways swing with his axe in hopes to hit anyone in the group via the arc of his swing.