Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140630162140

''...fuck. ''

Echion growled, and sheathed his sword. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the shade meant. Or how he became one.

Shade's were wizards or mages twisted enough to cheat death, sacrificing magical power for the chance to blend into darkness. To become one with it. It was different then a Shadowdancer, a rogue who blurred the lines between light and dark. No, Shade's were pure evil, nothing more than Necromancy. Nothing more than the defiling of a soul.

This one knew him though, and that worried him.

"Saying you won't get away with this is horribly cliche, so I'll go with a good second: Once I find you, your soul will be tormented in the most greivious fashion I can find." He spat, glaring at the Shade as it smiled widely.

"Why, Echion, don't you know? You already killed me once...and became famous for it, too!" His voice was absolutely giddy. Echion's eyes widened as the Shade vanished.

"Varathian....oh hell, what did we just get into..."