Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191219090237

Alaina's books only managed to stun the zombies. The mindless undead drones still advanced on Aetheon and was intent on devouring him. Due to the narrow doorway and the fact that Aetheon was blocking the zombie from a good view, Dravis and Torsten were unable to attack the creatures of the dead.

"Ranged attacks, fling a spell or two at it!" The Nord immediately came to his senses as his instincts of leadership flared. Dravis quickly readied a firebot spell, but needed Aetheon to move out of the way to avoid hitting him.

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The iron brand was pressed on Fassilion's nape, and the metal touching his skin was surprisingly warm and not at all painful. Soon, the brand was removed and Fassilion could feel a freezing cold after effect lingering on his skin; a contrast to the previous warmth.

The dremora would soon disappear in a portal back to Oblivion, before The Steed's ethereal form appeared in front of the High Elf once again. This time, The Steed's appearance was that of an elderly Redguard male.

"You are now a child of Coldharbour..." He began as he locked his eyes with Fassilion, "...but your allegiance to the Prince of Domination must first be tested. Arise, High Elf, and tell me your name and how you may be of use to me once we eliminate the intruders of this mansion."