Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-29461586-20150225164327

"Enough of this." Konahrik decided to unleash her full potential.

Everything started to shake around the Warlord as everyone aside the other dragon priests began to feel a crushing pain all over their bodies as the Warlord used his telekinesis all over with anger, hatred, and rage.

Volsung was just in awe of what Konahrik can really do if aggravated and/or provoked. The way the latter forced all the mortals on their knees was... refreshing.

"I am done with these mortals." Konahrik exclaimed. "Come, my brothers. There is nothing left to do here. Leave these mortals in disgrace." She added.

"Yes, my liege." The other priests replied. Ahzidal and Volsung took the other masks aside the wooden one freely from the incapacitated mortals gleefully before they gathered around Konahrik.

The Warlord then slammed his staff at the ground, causing a portal to swallow all the dragon priests and vanish into an unknown location.

Even if the other priests didn't have bodies, at least all the masks were recovered, with the exception of the wooden one. The Warlord decided to let the mortals return to their world. In disgrace and shame.