Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-29458028-20141104234536

(Time to buzzkill Tech)

Divayth hovered above the crater of Whiterun, before pulling the sword out and ignoring completely all the sounds that the sword seemed to conjure, his mental shields easily blocking everything out.

Divayth launched himself into the air and flew as an ashy mist to the College. He placed the sword before Raydin, who examined it curiously and smiled, saying "ah, so they did leave a residue. Come let me see..."

"Dang, if we are to use it for our purposes, we need my sister to help. Only she is capable of warping the weapon for our needs."

"Can't you use your ... secret power? I've seen it..."

"Mundus, Oblivion and Aetherius do not have to observe my secret power. I shall keep it unused, unless someone is stupid enough to mess with me and impossible to kill with my conventional powers (which can kill a lot of things already.)"