Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151022194512/@comment-5583506-20151118005153

Before her inner sight Anhjari could see the very energy that kep this poor man re-animated. It was shining in blue and white. It was indeed there. This was the essence of an undead creature. But it wasn't life. Not really. Just a poor imitation of life, void of all meaning and understanding. From what she had learned of her gift the essence of everything living usually had a shining crystal blue hue around them, but this essence was shifting in between blue and white. The blue represented the part of the consciousness that had some sort of function such as instincts, thoughts and feelings, whereas the white represented empty, dead space. A vast void that could be filled with meaning on the order of someone in control of the essence. Like a necromancer... or a lich... The void that existed within these poor creatures was what made them the perfect slaves to people who had mastered the dark arts of undeath.

Anhjari barely had the time to proceed however as she heard Andrachel approaching. With little time to scurry back to where the others where hiding, she crept under the table.

Andrachel entered the chamber with a low growl. "NOW, LET'S SEE WHAT YOU HAVE TO OFFER", he said and turned to the undead Nord with a dark tome tucked under his left arm.