Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-3293219-20150318225855

The magelight quickly lit up the other half of the room, revealing the figure to be a hulking giant of a man, in what appeared to be makeshift armour. The body of his armour was made of iron armour but the pauldron on his right shoulder had seemingly been taken from a different set and grafted onto it. He also wore two odd gloves, that were seemingly taken from lighter armours, most likely leather and his boots were leather as well.

At a glance, his skin appeared to be badle burned. This was most noticeable on his arms, which were exposed from his elbow down to his wrist as well as the narrow slit given for his eyes. The mask was strapped to his face, via several leather straps, that wrapped around his bald and disfigured head, some of the straps were seemingly fused to the flesh.

His eyes were completely void of life, milky and hollow, like a zombie but he didn't stand or act like one, his stance wasn't exactly civilised but he appeared to be far more reserved and in control than most zombies or draugr.

He gave Arrietty a good, long stare as he seemingly analysed her, possibly trying to identify or intimidate her. He didn't seem ready to act, in fact he seemed quite docile as he stood in complete silence and his intensions became less and less certain.

"IT'S COMING RIGHT FOR US!!" Amira shouted before hopelessly firing a crossbow bolt at the figure, prompting it to immediately turn to him and crease its brow. He began to march towards the group, his feet pounded the floor with every step as he raised his sword.