10-04-2015, 10:39 PM
Kyrem sits on the front porch of the cabin, his cloak wrapped around him and his faintly glowing longsword sitting in his lap. He has an oil lamp sitting next to him, which casts a moderate amount of light around him. He looks irritable, a couple empty bottles of what appears to have been energy-inducing elixir sit at his feet showing that he's not been allowing himself to sleep. His left hand alternates channeling a small whirling cyclone of lightning and rolling ball of flame. His blood-shot and dark circled eyes scan around for anyone approaching.