Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150527200323/@comment-24685738-20150527210614

"Good, Arrie." Aratius gave her a small hug, before drawing his sword and disappearing...

Within a few moments, the wind picked up above the Cheydinhal inn. A storm was gathering... And it didn't look like it'd be a good one.

In a flash of light, a figure appeared, wielding a glowing sword. The man slowly pressed the tip of the blade to Dacian's exposed back, and whispered, "Karin... Kay... Arcus... The love of my life died because of you." The person growled. "I pray to all of the gods of Oblivion that this holy blade will destroy the Necromancer's essence... If it doesn't... I swear that I will never let you rest... I will hunt you both down, until the end of your days."

With that, he drove the blade into the small of the Corpse-Fiddler's back, and disappeared.