Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-25418438-20151021020357

The Moth King walked the dark streets of Shornhelm with his hood draped over his head, he ducked down a narrow alley way to see a drunk Nord in stalhrim armor staggering towards him laughing. The Nord saw the Moth King and continued to laugh as the Moth King silently paralysed him with a spell. The Nord crumpled to the ground as the Moth King placed his hands on his face.

"What is your name Nord?" The mage asked.

"Torbjorn" The Nord replied.

"Well Torbjorn, today is the day you become a part of something greater than yourself"

A glow emitted from the Moth King's hands as Torbjorn screamed in agony. After a few moments Torbjorn went quiet and the Moth King removed his hands before falling to the ground in an unconscious slump.

Torbjorn sat up and felt his face, black lines spread from his eyes and his face darkened. Damn he thought ''The spell has regained me my sight but this Nord's body is ill equiped for long term possession, the body has already begun to deteriorate and then I shall have to return to my original withered husk, nevermind all I need to complete this task is my eyesight. ''The Moth King got up to his feet and stowed his now unconscious original body in a nearby crate and spelled the lock shut. Time to kill my descendants.