Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-24280666-20170120025729

"Agreed!" Vislak yelled in response to Halvas, as he pulled a knife from the stomach of a necromancer, and threw a dagger into another.

Vislak smiled as he saw the necromancer fall over, clutching at his gushing neck. It had been to long in that cell without the warm feeling of blood on his hands. All these identities that he was rendering futile, all these men who's faced served no purpose. Reaching out with telekinesis, he pulled the dagger back to him, wiping the warm blood on his sleeve. It seeped through, staining his dark skin red.

It pleased him.