Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-29461586-20150222180312

"Too late." Volsung smirked as he nodded towards an direction.

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Someone threw Rahgot's mask and threw it at Morokei, who managed to catch it.

Konahrik had a sword impaled at his gut. His attempt to transfer the very essence of his being proved to be a success. The elderly Dragon Priest defeated Claire, and forced the Breton to wear the mask of the Warlord.

The man who was once called Floyd lets out a trimphant smile as his old body crumbled into an pile of ashes.

Claire was unresponsive for a moment before she slowly stood up, now wearing Konahrik's mask.

"Ahh... Much better..." The Breton said. She didn't sound like Claire at all...