Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151109233726

Unfortunately for the Aetherling, he appeared to have never been in a real fight in his life. He moved his hand in the air, and cast a spell. The begins of Flame Cloak began to sprout to life, just as Danric's blade struck true. The Aetherkin groaned, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the floor.

Danric stood alone in a hallway, blood spattered, shrouded by the bodies of six dead men.