Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150414013830/@comment-5543592-20150415003541

Dacian literally flew up the stairs in an angry rage, the door flying off its hinges at the pure magical energy that was radiating off of him.

“Hey, you undead dolts!”   Dacian barked at the zombie-pirates. “Daddy’s home!”   Dacian’s mere presence drew the attention of the undead. He floated out into the center of the deck, his cloak fluttering behind himself. The pirates made for him, in their mindless, drone sort of way, but Dacian simply held up his hand.

“Bow to me!”   He commanded in a deep, croaky, totally-not-his voice. His whole body took on a violet glow and he floated higher from the ground, by several more inches, until he was a foot from the deck.

The zombies stopped in their tracks.

He raised his arms and the undead were commanded by purely just his will. They all turned in unison to face him.

He turned to look at Isaiah. His eyes were glowing with the same intensity of his body. Dacian said nothing, but he gave the priest a hard stare.