Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-29458028-20141218022753

Meanwhile, in Luminem, the Coloured Rooms:

Levith was running. Running really, really fast. Faster than all the Auroran palace guards that were chasing him. He really hated the seal on his back, which stopped him from literally sending all the guards flying. His trench coat was flapping behind him.

He had snagged a really special pistol from his father and had the whole weapon recast into a black shell. His dad didn't mind, until he asked to go to Mundus. Then the shit started and he had to run away.

Levith swore and cussed at the guards, using his magnetic powers to send them flying anyway. He had to use one of the portals, since his planeswalking was disabled by the stupid rune.

Levith laughed as he leaped through a portal, all the guards stopping. Within seconds, he was somewhere in the skies of Mundus, falling, falling from the skies. His white wings opened, allowing his to glide and fly.

In Mundus:

Levith cheered as he felt the wind blow past his face. It was invigorating. Anyway, the air wasn't that bad as his dad had told him. His dad hadn't smelled the air in some of the other daedric realms.

Levith descended from the skies at unrealistic speeds, as he made for the city nearby. It was lucky that nobody saw him, though. It would have been really, really troublesome if he was spotted. He knew the mortals and their puny minds couldn't comprehend the higher beings.

Levith landed in an alleyway, thinking of his missions. First, he would be looking for his mother. The former princess, who's location was now unknown. He had heard many rumours through eavesdropping on his father, grandmother, General Ziell and the like. Apparently, if he could find the now mortal Auroran Ada Zeill, assuming she didn't die, he could find out more.

Levith was broken out of his musings by nearby screams...