Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141126032139/@comment-29458028-20141203144603

Siris hovered above Orsinum, observing the battle below. For concealbility's sake, he didn't use his wings. He resisted the childish urge to just cover the entire battlefield with black flames and blast all the puny brains of the Orcs to pieces. He never liked Orcs anyway.

Down below, his mother's father was slogging away, killing Orcs. Maybe he should help. It was good practice to fight on a real battleground, rather than in Oblivion, where the Daedra tended to be too rational and predictable.