Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180708213050/@comment-2165692-20180806070954

Lia looked at him "This wound will heal in time, but I'll have to replace my eye later." she said.

The rune was the exact same as the one that K'dulnir had escaped with, nothing differentiated it from the other one. The rune was not Ayleid, Dwemer, Daedric or even Falmer, at this point they could just be scribbles, infused with powerful magicka.

With Infernis ashes lay all that he  kept, black clothes, a hooded, black leather long coat, black metal armor designed to be worn on the arm, black metal gauntlets with sharp fingertips, and a pair of boots designed for sneaking, on top of the ashes was a black, metal mask, the one he had worn on his face.