Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-9075949-20160809122607

"Arise, our master!" The Nord necromancer shouted, which caused the room to quake and the sarcophagus to burst open. A tall undead figure floated up from the sarcophagus, letting out a loud shriek. The Necromancers looked at the figure in complete awe.

It was a Dragon Priest, whos robes were a deep shade of purple, and his dragon-like plating had a golden hue, while his mask resembled the masks used by the Priests of Solstheim, and it had a deep black colour. The Priest slowly scanned the room, moving only his head. He was floating above the ground.

"Wo Los Hi? Kolos Los Zu'u? Fun Zu'u!" the Priest growled in a deep, menacing voice

"Master! We read tomes about you! Teach us what you know! We are your disciples!" the female High Elf spoke

"Do I need to use this guttural tongue of yours? Where am I?" The Priest asked, clearly agitated

"You are in your new home, master!" the Nord spoke

"Fools. Awakening me was the last mistake you have commited. Now, Tamriel will be ruled by me. I have no use of you." The Dragon Priest said, before suddenly casting a chain lightning, which cased two of the necromancers to die.

"No! Please! we only wanted to learn your ancient ways!" the last necromancer begged on his knees

The Priest laughed in the same manner Draugr sometimes do when facing opponents, shooting the mage with a Lightning bolt.

"And who are you?" the priest asked, turning towards Valdar

"I'm your worst nightmare." Valdar said, gripping his silver sword tightly in a battle stance. The Priest laughed again.

"We will see about that, Kril Gein." The Priest now entered a kind of battle stance himself.