Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-29458028-20141125020905

Ryothiel gave a thin smile as he removed his skull mask, to reveal his face, which none of his men ever saw. A face that only few people would have ever looked upon.

Unlike the old, hard Altmer people pictured him as, he was a strapping nord lad with rather fair Altmer skin and ears. He never aged anyway, due to the effects of a forbidden procedure.

"Very well, I will be there. I think your sister will be pleased to meet me."

His cloak transformed into a pair of shadowy wings and he flew.