KahdremonikMirkrilaarKahdremonikMirkrilaar*The mist starts to get closer to you and the man continues to ignore you while he disappears deep in the black mist.*
*The Imperial steps steadily backward and raises his left arm, the enormous gauntlet crackling with power.*
"What in Oblivion is that floating around you?"
*He disappears.*
*The Imperial frowns before curling his clawed fingers around the cloud of magic in the gauntlet's grasp, drawing in ambient magic with a hum as power builds in the stalhrim nodes.*
"What are you?"
*The mist dissapates in your arm and rejoins the cloud.*