Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26453572-20160714141356/@comment-26084195-20160722034527

Once they've gotten a safe enough distance from the village, Rerin dismounts and approaches a horse, pulling out his mysterious black book. He suddenly found that he could read some of the words.

"Mm hmm." He puts the book back in his bag and points his staff at the horse, muttering dark and foreboding things under his breath.

A chill wind shook the grass of the plains, bringing with it the stench of death. The horse whinnied and shook, butt for some reason did not flee. Then, before Rerin's very eyes, the skin of the horse begins to peel away. The eyeballs wither in their sockets and the red flesh rots and drips to the ground until the animal has been stripped to the very bone.

And yet the horse still stood. Rerin mounted the skeletal beast, and drove it to walk up alongside Nyssa's horse. "I drained my energy doing that. I'm afraid any further encounters will be up to you. By the way, I'm sorry if the fire at my house earlier frightened you. The voice in my head felt it necessary to have the villagers believe me dead."