Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191224062218/@comment-4662333-20200125162651

The xivilai brothers cloaked themselves with an elemental storm of their respective prowess, ice and fire respectively. This would be hard for anyone without a means of ranged attacks.

Torsten immediately propped up his shield, knowing full well of his only strength in this fight. Dravis, meanwhile, prepared to call upon his shard of spear from Oblivion to hurl at the xivilais.

The battle had begun.

The xivilai brothers hurled a combined attack of frost and fire at the vulnerable Brass-Eyes in a bid to incapacitate him first.

_______________________

The Altmer made a horrible choking sound as his life expired, and Molag Bal gave Fassilion a wretched smile.

"He shall be your vessel, for his soul is already mine." He declared as he then commanded Fassilion, "Come forth, slave of Coldharbour."

Fassilion can then see Molag Bal raising his hand before the former Thalmor felt as if his body was being pulled into different directions. It was like an out of body experience, and the feeling was more discomforting and surreal than painful.

"Use this new vessel and your soul shall return to Tamriel! Henceforth, you shall obey my bidding!"

As Fassilion's soul was consumed with dark daedric magick, the next time he opened his eyes, he was actually in a dark and quiet place. The first thing he noticed, however, was that he was sleeping on a stone sacrificial altar with masked cultists surrounding him.