Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150912165220/@comment-29559990-20150914202714

"This... this is Vordel," Dalacon spoke ominously.

It was then that the door camed down, and the men and wood was sent flying across the room. A figure began to take form in the dust...

"You see, Namira grew quite angry when her followers were killed by some do-gooders. So, she bestowed a gift to Vordel..."

It was then that "Vordel" emerged from the dust. He was now much taller, almost by half a foot. His scars and veins across his body were now a sickening black color. His eyes had also turned a similar color of black... All 4 of them.

"You see, the Vordel you know is a facade. A front. A hoax. A costume meant to hide his true beauty..."

Vodel opened his claws that were once his hand, and roared, baring his razor sharp teeth as he did.

"Kill it! KILL IT!" One of them screeched.

They all charged at the beast with swords drawn, but in vain. Vordel tore through their flesh like wet paper, and dismembered limbs with great ease.

The last man was tossed behind a table, knocking it over in the process. Vordel hopped over it, and what happened next could not be seen. But the blood flying across the room and bloodcurdling screams. Vordels head soon popped back up, his mouth foaming and drenched in blood.

Time seemingly paused for the moment, and Dalacon walked over to the creature and knelt beside him, then looked at the Argonian.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"