Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180223214229/@comment-2165692-20180225014359

(Alright, I get not wanting to do that yourself.)

The Silver hand leader immediately swung his blade downwards, the other's want around them in a pincer manuever. Slashing with their swords.

Raqorith had already reached Treva's watch, on the road he had eventually lost the tracks and had gone solely on scent, but losing that as well near Lake honrich. Simply walking on his way towards riften however, he was stoped at a Silver Hand hideout. They touched him with silver to zero effect. He might be a version of undead, but his strain had no averson ot usch petty materials as that he asked "Is that silver? What were you hoping to find out with that?"

"We're the Silver Hand, werewolf hunters." their leader said

"Ah, and? Are you officially sent by some nord king, or Jarl?" he kept questioning them

the silver hand crossed his arms "No, we do this to rid the land of evils."

"Ooooh" Raqorith said and stared him right in the eye, "So your'e Vigilantès!" he chuckled "You don't even HAVE the authority to stop travelers, this is illegal you know." he said with a grin, oblivious that it would reveal his own fangs.

The Silver hand drew his sword and backed away "What the hell, what's with those fangs?" he asked

Raqorith closed his mouth "Oh, right. Vampires are supposed to only have elongated canines, their whole row isn't supposed to be sharp." he said "Well, that's true. I'm no werewolf, but I AM a vampire."

"Then you are another monster!" The Silver hand leader charged him with the blade, Raqorith simply waited for the blade to carve into him, which it didn't, only tearing his clothes and stopping there.

"Yep, that's silver alright. If I was to return the same amount of damage, i would whip you with a very large leaf." Raqorith said and manifested his power, he mainupulated his manifestation as the five blades flew around the keep cutting them all down in the matter of seconds, tearing their bodies apart, leaving nothing but blood and gore. He entered the keep to look around as his manifestation returned to his back and vanished.

The keep was just one big bloodstain, every bodily fuild was smeared across the walls, the silver hand banners torn by the mainfestation, an eyeball rolled to his feet as headless bodies fell down the stairs, only god knowing where the heads had gone. It was enough to make any man hurl out his insides.

Raqorith sniffed the air again "Blood, blood, more blood. Oh what's that, more blood. And, dog. Burnt dog?" he said then jumped over the wall and sprinted towards riften.