Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20171101135341/@comment-2165692-20171102234737

upon entry, Nathyn is met by the sight of the deformed corpses of imperial soldiers and stormcloaks alike, victims of the necromancer no doubt. The place was dimly lit, befitting of a Necromancer's residence. Whispers of the souls of the dead were heard throughout the temple. There were quite a few doors to choose from in the first corridor. (I can not remember this place, so I'll make my own.)

The masters topped before the large archway where the wind was so thick, one could not even see through it. Arngeir unleashed his voice as the word etched into the ground before her "Lok." "Vah." "Koor."

Alyssa approached the carvings and felt the word echo inside her, and she was then gifted with Arngeir's understanding of it. Her shout was complete, all that remained was to break through the barrier. She apoproached and with a thundering roar tore the battier apart with three words of power all combined in a single shout.