Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-7262318-20161227020914

"Oh, does your righteous mouth ever stop?" Glut whined. "I am no imitation, friend. I command hordes of the undead. Their souls bend to my will. And so will yours,"

With enough magicka regained, a purple energy reached out from his hand and seemed to grab the very soul of Jaitis. He could feel a serious pain all through his body as it seemed his soul was being torn out from him...