Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-5583506-20160416211427

"Him laan, dii Jud?" snarled the Draugr overlord.

Katla overlooked the village from the top of the mountains. Her kingdom, spanning wide over northern Skyrim. An army of undead ready to do her bidding and a people in the valleys below. A people weak and frightened, ready to feel the terror that she would strike in their hearts. She was Katla the Black. They spoke of her name in fear, yet they did not know the full measure of her contempt for their kind. But soon they would...

"Nos niin! Kriin niin enook!" she commanded.

The Draugr nodded and shouted out a growl to his fellow comrades. They all raised their ancient swords and began to shamble down the mountainside with the intention of slaying anyone who got in their path. Young and old. It didn't matter to her.

Once the massacre had begun she too would join in the battle. She would bring shadows, death, and fire...

Katla kept getting these strange images appearing in her head. None of them sat entirely right with her, yet she couldn't deny the fact that these memories were indeed her own. Just in some other life, before her death by the hands of the unknown battlemage.

''Wonder just what that was all about? ''she reflected.