Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-3993996-20140621005133

(Dog of War)

I threw back my head, laughing. So he was the necromancer. How quaint. I raised my staff, summoning the possessed crow of his. He thought it was dead, but really I now had control over it. Revolting creature, sure, but useful. The damn thing flew next to the necromancers ear, and started to move its beak. Through magic, I projected my voice through the creature.

"These infidels will string your body up and leave you for death. Your pathetic "Coven" will abandon you. Come, join me. After all, doesn't thou desire this artefact of power?"