Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-29559990-20151021204121

Just as Agatha was about to fire the spell, a large ball of energy came crashing into the witch. Agatha was sent flying into a nearby snowbank, with the spell still in her hands.

"Sorry, but you will not be taking the Lotnekov today," A voice said. It belonged to a man dressed in red robes, who was currently descending to the ground. It may have sounded like Dalacon to Zaydate, Kazrris, and Talin, but it was actually a dunmer with auburn red hair...

Perhaps the ghost had found himself a body to fight in?