Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171226150054/@comment-17114085-20180129235836

(I guess the soul is pure magicka in any case. :P)

Ragnarr's soul was ancient and cursed, like all the other Atmorans on the continent. The creature found it difficult to simply absorb it like he would any normal magic. Something had bound the spirits of the continent's inhabitants to the frozen wasteland so they could not cross over into the afterlife.

The bard's movements were slowed down by the scimitar, as it tried to rip pieces of his soul from his reanimated body, but it continued to rage at Ash. "Hi aal kos mun, nuz nid fahliil lokaliin fen trampa nau daar stahdim golt!" He was quite the warrior, swinging that large sword with little effort. He pulled it back and thrust the greatsword at the Redguard's torso.