Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141111164923/@comment-32663439-20141117033133

"That's.....fine. But now...you have such a powerful aura. An aura of colossal size. What did you do? What did Hircine do to you?" Tate said in a worried tone. He hoped that Hircine hadn't corrupted Qa'do's soul.

Vorwith was in his oculory again. With the absorbtion of so many princes, Bal was really living up to his title of the Dominant. And something had happened in the Hunting Grounds. Mal hadn't touched Hircine yet, but somehow he was weak. His power had almost completely left him. And there was a new source of power at Greymoor. Vorwith went to his observation chamber (where he sees through the eyes of birds, ants, bears, and all that other stuff he altered) and took control of a falcon flying over Greymoor. He saw the source of power. It was Qa'do, the khajiit that hated Vorwith so very much. "Oht-Hekem Hefhed-Yoodt-Cess-Koht." He left and began working on his magical aura. Like the Shadow Watch, he could produce his own magicka. However, it wasn't as quick at regenerating as the Watch, and the entire reserve pool wasn't as large either. He began to expand on it vigorously. He would much rather keep the world in existance as it was, or at least be powerful enough to fend off indirect attacks from Sylarys. (By now, Vorwith's power had grown to twice as much at his intro to the RP. He's more powerful than *most* members of Shadow Watch, excluding Raydin, Vauban, and whoever it was who was the third powerful.)