Jonathan settled down in his throne, closing his eyes. "Come, my minions..." He murmured, as he felt his senses deprived from him for a brief moment... And then his eyes opened again. He looked down at himself, his hands being constructed only of bone. He no longer sat upon his throne, rather lying on the cold floor. He checked his equipment, all of it at the ready... As he stood tall. He donned his cloak, speaking to himself within his mind. "Master Erebos... Is here." He gives a grin, something skeletons are particularly proficient at, and strode off. His bones gave a soft rattling sound as he slipped out into the night, his blades slowly drawing from their sheathes. "Master Erebos... Is everywhere."