Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-12599067-20150608173747

Vienelle had been caught in the panic when the draugr had arrived and was currently on the floor, trying not to get trampled by the living or the dead as the revenants tore through the generally defenseless opposition like a heated spike through lead. Eventually she managed to crawl out of the chaos and get to a position where she could get to her feet... only to find that the only reason the crowd had thinned out was because of the slaughter brought on by the undead. Such as the hulking pale abomination that had locked it's soulless eyes upon her now.

The draugr moved surprisingly quickly for something that had been dead longer than she had been alive. Raising up a battleaxe larger than a small child and covered in blood, the walking corpse rushed towards her with a raspy battle cry, preparing for a swing aimed to cut her in half. Thinking more on instinct than rational thought, Vienelle reached out with telekinesis and grabbed the nearest object she could find, then sent it flying at the undead warrior.

The bottle simply broke on the draugr's helmet, but the wine that now covered it's face kept it from seeing clearly and slowed it down just a little, which was all Viene needed. She blasted it back with a simple firebolt, turned, and joined the chaos as those who were still alive bolted for the castle's door.