Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141031063912/@comment-29458028-20141101112622

(Descent of the Archangel. Because the Archangel...)

The Thalmor charged at the defenceless village, about to slaughter all that they could find. A population of nearly 50 people would be rendered to nothingness by the vile crusade of even viler elves. There were 50 bloodthirstly elves.

Before they could reach the village, a glowing white meteor descended from the skies and struck the ground, emanating a brilliant flash of light, incinerating the Thalmor near it and sending those further away flying. The light and dust cleared to reveal a white haired young man, clad in golden armor, a pair of glowing white wings on his back. His glowing blue eyes were the stuff of nightmares.

"Oppression of the innocent. I see you are very capable of fighting a fair war. Perhaps you care to battle someone your own strength? Wait! The Thalmor are nothing but weak fools, you are picking on people stronger than you" said the man.

The Thalmor commanders immediately called for their soldiers to charge. The man summoned a glowing white sword and engaged, sending blood flying everywere as he charged through the elves, the photonic edge of his sword scything through multiple enemies every swing, incinerating every Thalmor killed into incadescent ashes. Sword beams appeared everwhere, parting the Thalmor forces that attacked the man.

All this was done with the right hand. The left hand of the man was busy weaving destructive light spells and firing light beams, which incinerated even more opponents. The Thalmor forces dropped at a high rate.

The young man seemed to move quick enough to turn into a glowing wisp, as light beat the Thalmor down mercilessly. He reappeared in front of the commander, who was knocked off his horse. The Thalmor behind him all crumbled into glowing white dust.

"Who are you?" asked the Thalmor commander, raw fear in his voice.

"Louis Syphre. The emissiary of light. Your unmaker" said the man, as he killed the Thalmor commander with a single stroke. He staggered into the village and knocked on the door, as his wings faded. A single wound was on his face, but his blood was not red. It was glowing, liquid light.

The wound closed and the blood dissapeared as the door opened. The man collapsed into the house.

(Nice intro?)