Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150107222248/@comment-29458028-20150108132344

Black fire seemed to draw a pentacle around Virlomi, turning the day to night. The whole hut was plunged into darkness, as the black fires seemed to swirl around madly, tortured screams resounding everywhere. The screams sounded like they came from Virlomi, but they didn't come from her lips.

Shadowy mists colasced for form a black sword, so dark that light that fell upon the blade was instantly absorbed. The weapon blazed with white fire, as the nonsensical looking daedric script on the blade rearranged to form the words "Godkiller Virlomi"

The sword plunged itself into the ground before it's summoner. The weapon and the one who summoned it, bound together till the day one was extinguished. Godkiller would never be extinguished.

A dark, twisted voice that sounded remarkably like Raydin spoke "pick up my boon, Virlomi. All of you are nothing but ants, weaklings who covet my power. You summoned my weapon, thus I grant it to you. Take note, though, I'll be watching."

The shadows all vanished, leaving just the godkiller stuck in the ground, the hut seemingly unchanged.