Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-12599067-20150407235947

Even as the others began to question and shake off their fears, Clarent stood rooted to the spot. The warrior loomed down at him, sword in hand. A long staring match ensued, and although Clarent couldn't see the man's face, he knew that there was no warmth behind the man's gaze.

Then, to his surprise, the man turned away from Clarent and began walking past him towards the marketplace, sword still held at his side.

The truth was, even if Clarent were not paralyzed, he still would have seen the man. That's because the man wasn't an illusion-- he was as real as Phobos himself was. And he was heading right towards the mage, or Daedra, or whatever he was.

And not once did he falter in his approach.