Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160901020136/@comment-26453572-20160902212143

I'm done waiting for them to respond, and I'm done waiting period.

As The Cozen lay on the ground, already terrible pain, he feels a sharp pain in his head, running down his spine, slowing all throughout him, clouding his thoughts. He looks up to see a familiar face, a face that nearly fell victim to a false accusation of black sorcery, a face that wouldn't use his power outside of his home.

"You must understand, my friend, that one such as you cannot threaten the security of our reign as sorcerers. We were chosen... We were meant to have these powers... If you destroy us, you destroy any hope for security. That is why I mist do this..."

The Cozen's body flares with electricity, and in an instant he lays dead on the shores, a corpse mutilated and burned by intense lightning.. All seems silent behind the sound of the flowing Anduin, and the sea. Suddenly, the dead body surges with a blood red light, and all of his power enters the staff. A blinding, blood red light shoots into the sky, and the clouds above slowly become blood red at the demise of the blood sorcerer.

Bergil quickly leaves, and takes the staff as a trophy, making his way to the inn before anyone sees who he is.