Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170204155635/@comment-25073873-20170204173915

"I reconfigured your body so you can use magic like those who made a pact with the Daedric Princes. I have cut your thread of fate. This is my consolation gift to a man who decided that taking the path of a human was better than flying as a god. Goodbye, and let my power light your way" said Archeron as he waved and let go of the sword, causing it to be fully absorbed into Tristan, who would feel himself fall backwards through space time...

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Tristan would wake up feeling different on the Fontaine Altar where Aeorin had his eyes removed. Somehow, he would feel taller, stronger and more muscular, for whatever reason. That, and his magicka pool would feel expanded and integrated with his body in ways he couldn't imagine.

That, and the vitakinesis he had spent so long to learn would feel like part of his body rather than a magical form he began to study long ago. His eyes would see details he had never noticed before. It seemed as though Archeron didn't lie.