Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160518214445/@comment-5543592-20160520224456

Arrows weren't much good against ghosts.

He let his bow string loose and returned the weapon to it's sheath across his back, and pulled his dagger from his belt. In the absolute darkness, the red accents on the ebony blade pulsed. They always did on Daedric weapons, but it was never noticable. Scire knew that the pulses were insynch with his heartbeat.

The eerie glow from his weapon calmed Scire somewhat, and he held the weapon before himself confidently, testing his grips.

"An army of ghosts..." Nissa groaned, quietly. "We'll be doing a lotta fighting Kai."

"Kai?" Scire questioned, looking over and raising a brow at Nissa.