Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20171101135341/@comment-2165692-20171105000210

Before him is a stairwell leading downwards, at the end a corrupted shade gloated, a black spirit with glowing red eyes, it wore what looked like rotting imperial armor. Not far from it was a pedestal struck by light from a crystal above Nathyn, reminiscient of the bacon, he had earlier picked up. The Shade spotted it and unleashed a bone-chilling scream as it armed itself with a bow and kocked an arrow, aiming at him.