Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-9075949-20160812120039

(That would be Hahdrim, if you want to know all the Signs, just check out the setting link up in the first post)

Valdar was now in a critical position, he took out a magicka potion, before casting Slen, hopping out of cover as quickly as possible, and charging at the Priest. He managed to get close, before the Priest hit him with a Thunderbolt. Valdar stumbled backwards, and landed on one knee. The Priest slowly hovered towards him, Valdar clutching his chest, his body ocassionally spasming from the aftershock.

"Very good, mortal. You have proven to be very well trained. You will serve me, or you will be destroyed."

"Your overconfidence is your weakness." Valdar said, very quickly jumping up, slashing the Priest across his now unprotected chest, before following up with a stab, and Yol in his chest. The Priest started to shriek, with each second of it getting more high pitched. As Valdar pulled out his sword, the Priest burst into flames, and he exploded, his remains violently hitting the ground with a thud.

"Such an asshole." Valdar commented, sheathing his Blackblade, before taking back his silver sword, and crouching down to the Priests body.

''Dragon Priest. Damn Necromancers and their power hungry egos'' He lifted up the mask, which was oddly light. He attached it to his belt, before looting a chest nearby. A hundred gold, and a Dwarven dagger. He only took the gold, before also taking some nearby potions of healing, messily placed around an alchemical table. He started travelling back towards Whiterun.