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Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Oct 2, 2022 14:28:04 GMT -5
Snow crushed beneath a large hoof; a green fire bellowing from it as it hissed upwards as tracks became permanent in icy forms. The cold wind howled from the north. Darkness reigned. A torch gave off a dull orange light in an orb around a trio as they marched closer to a small group of wooden buildings. Everything before them was encased in shadows until they moved closer in unison. The rider, wrapped in black furs, stared into the gloom from his iron skull mask. His minions at his side,the Scarecrow carrying rations and a torch and a Ghoul walked inhumanly on its knuckles, a trail of an oscilating serpentine path. The Lord of Ghouls' Nightmare Steed, veiled in a black tattered cloth like a knight's charger, bellowed a burst of green flames from it's nostrils.
"Masterrrr....this placccee?" The Ghoul wandered forward quickly, cutting through the snow towards an abadoned small home.
Bellighul spoke, his breath visible in the frigid air, though it morphed from smoke like to that of a semblence of haunting faces into the distance. "Indeed. The nomads said it has been three weeks since the traders were last seen. I gather it has been longer still."
"Perhaps, my Lord, we should head back? For coin the nomads surely would join you in your search." The Scarecrow clutched his arm as Bellighul dismounted from the saddle, his feet driving deep into the snow as black robes cascaded into stillness.
"I have little need of them Jacapo...they coward at the mention of the creature. They would sooner cut my throat in the night than face it."
"It willssss belong to masterrrr." The ghoul lurched through into the vacant property, aimlessly wandering.
The windows were shattered, icicles hung like great spears from the pine shingled roofs. Desolate. Like the region of the Ice Fields itself. Doors swung open and shut by the wind's whim. Boards creaked and growned as the cold warped the structures around them.
Bellighul knew well his presence with the nomads drew speculation; they told him of once ice covered lake on the most eastern edge of the Ice Fields, a tree line a few miles towards the slumber of the sun hinted towards an alpine region. The mountains of Dragon's Cradle further still, on the horizon. However, his dark arts and appearance had made him a target for whispers and dealings as far as Sky Peak Village and the storm ridden lands admist the mountains. His journey was wrought with vile glares and strangers' fear. He was an Exalted Necromancer; they had their reasons surely. Yet, he cared not for the inhabitants of this particular dwelling.
He willed something. Something unmentionable to the common folk.
Yet, fell things lurked beyond the trees. The something he was looking for was also looking for him. Watching. Waiting.
Finding it's way towards him and another; who hunted him down like a wolf.
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 3, 2022 15:53:44 GMT -5
Hunting was more than just a sport, more than just a hobby rich nobles partook in to pass the time. It was an art, a complicated dance between prey and predator, one that Kalos was an expert at, haveing danced the dance multiple times in his life. Most men used hunting animals, beast with keen senses, and tracked using the most simple of methods. This wood elf was different, he wasn't just hunting someone, he was becoming them, learning their nature, their habits, stepping into their shoes.
His current hunt was easy enough, tracking a group through the cold north, snow and ice playing their parts in assisting his hunt this day. He had been tipped off a few days back about a mysterious individual moving through this part of the world, local farmers, merchants and nomads spoke of a man shrouded in evil, an aura of undeath seeping off of the man. To the locals, it was only rumor, whispers spoken around the campfire, as no one was brave enough to throw accusations such as this around, especially in the presence of one they feared. Kalos knew better though, for rumors and whispers were more often truth disguised by fear.
So the pale wood elf hunted, moving through the frosty north, only hours behind the traveling party. He had inspected prints, tasted snow, watched the actions of animals, all which guided him towards his prey. He knew little about this region, having only visited a few times, but knew a small village was meant to be just up ahead. Was this man hoping to seek refuge among the locals here? The sun was quickly fading, darkness soon to be on them, maybe he was simply looking for a place to rest his head, or more sinister, that village was full of victims to his dark deeds.
So, cloaked in light leathers, fitted with mounds of pact snow, Kalos circled around, breaking his trail and hoping to flank the village, not wanting to alert the man to his presence. It took a while, but he had eventually managed to close in on the opposite side of the village, locating the perfect vantage point to spy on this village and its new arrival. However as he scanned the area, taking in all the entry ways and primary roads, a sickening sensation began to settle in. For what was once a nice, quaint little hamlet, was now an abandoned, destroyed homestead.
Windows shattered, doors ajar, and signs of struggle and death littered the snowy ground. Was he late? Had evil already left its mark on this village? Something did not make sense, there was no way he was that far behind, nor could this stranger have been strong enough to have caused such destruction in such a quick amount of time. Things were not adding up, something was off, and as he lay there in the snow, watching, it suddenly dawned on Kalos, he was now longer the predator....
He was the prey.
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Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Oct 4, 2022 13:17:24 GMT -5
"Bloooods master....bloooods everywhere." The ghoul proclaimed from the darkness of the small home.
Bellighul followed, his squire carrying with him a torch which bellowed and danced as a frigid wind cut deep into the flesh. The orange light entered through the door, as the duo's weight allowed the floors to creak with every step. Loud and singular amidst the silence. Bellighul approached the ghoul, pressing his hand on it's shoulder as one would with a hound's flank. His gloved hand reached down to the floor, tracing his finger across a dark patch and lifting to gaze upon it.
"The blood is dried, frozen...the warmth has left it. Vitality gone. I sense it was recent." He was not a tracker, however as a Necromancer he was well acquainted with all manner of death and repurposing it. His void like eyes moved across the floor, the moon's light entering through a large crevice in the opposing wall. The wood splintered into a large opening. He rose to a standing position and followed the trail of blood; finding more stains littered around the home. The fireplace bore but ashes which wisped around the confines.
"The debris is on the inside." He lifted a sliver of oak and tossed it back into the various piles around the opening. "Something breeched from the outside then, something strong...leaving this place corpseless." Again, he was not a ranger or a hunter of any sort. But he was increibly intelligent and inductive.
The Lord of Ghouls stood now in the opening, a hole that resembled a large maw, large enough for him to not have to lower his still rather tall frame. He looked out into the distance, the pale moonlight on his skeletal mask.
He sensed nothing, but his skin began to crawl nontheless.
"It's here Jacapo." His eyes met the tree line some distance away, the trunks like prison bars as a mess of limbs broke the shape of them. Yet, even in the wind, there should be a stillness but a large shadow crossed his eyes within the forest, moving along slowly. Antlers parading as tree limbs. Two red eyes peering out, heavily contrasted by the monochrome setting. The birds were silent. No crows or scavengers could be heard.
The Ice Fields have become unnaturally lifeless.
Yet, the Dark Lord was fearless, his ghoul at his side he stroked it's deathly skull; its long tongue lashing out from yellowed fangs. Turning his head upwards momentarilly, a large claw mark tore into the wood above him and as he lowered his gaze the shadow was gone. Out of sight.
He too was unaware of his other hunter, he lurked opposite him.
"It is coming....let us find a better suited place to confront it. With haste now."
Bellighul rushed through the home and towards the door, his ghoul further in front of him, Jacapo was in the rear allowing the torch to flicker wildly and move the light to and fro at random. He leaped from the short porch and buried his feet in the snow, his Nightmare Steed pranced towards him, the wind lifting it's veil to show a fleshless visage of a skull, strange green glames licking from the void of it's once nose. Pressing his foot into the stir up, he swung his leg over the black saddle and flicked the reins several times. The steed carried him swiftly, the snow melting in its wake as he traveled down the path frozen road between the shadowed buildings.
Jacapo clung to Bellighul's robes with one hand, the torch fire stretching far behind them as he rode on the edge of the saddle. "My lord, what are we doing?"
"Let it give chase....reveal itself."
Just then, like thunder the earth beneath the steed trembled as a hulking shadow travelled along side them, passing glimpse between buildings but out of sight, running parallel on the outskirts of the hamlet.
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 4, 2022 13:45:27 GMT -5
Kalos was comfortable, having found a nice patch of snow to lay in while he spied on the village. His vantage point was a good one, able to see most of the tiny village as well as watch most of the pathways one would take to enter, or exit the area. Within seconds he was able to spot the man he was hunting, a strange cloaked man in a mask, an aura of death surrounding both him and the ruined homes. This had to be the master of death the merchants spoke of, a flaming horse and what appeared to be an undead servant in tow.
Something was off however, for Kalos first believed this man to be the cause of the disaster found here, the originator of the blood and death. But as the scarred wood elf watched his actions, they betrayed his intuition. This masked man too was searching the area, investigating the scene as if himself was hunting something. Kalos shifted in the snow, an uncomfortable and uneasy sensation falling over the ice fields. Had he stumbled on a much darker plot here? He was missing something.
Before he had time to piece everything together, something else caused the stranger to stir. Out of no where the man and his followers began to move quickly, leaving the home he was in and now headed to the outskirts of the village. He was running from something, moving towards his steed ready to vacate the area. Cursing under his breath Kalos grabbed his bow, stood up and began to quickly make his way into the village behind his prey.
Trying to keep an eye on what was happening, Kalos scanned the outskirts, locating the man once more, who was now speeding across the snow on his horse. He was not alone however, an entity he could not begin to explain had formed behind the man. A large shadowy figure, silhouettes of antlers, hunched limbs and a vicious snout eluded to the eldritch origin of this creature. Gripping his bow tighter Kalos took off in full sprint, breaching the outskirts of the hamlet and chasing down the group.
He had experience with eldritch creatures like this, but had never encountered one so big or destructive. It was a crazy turn of events, to have such a beast here while he hunted. The duo would out pace him quickly, his legs unable to keep up with the horse and the creature. So he decided to approach the situation from a different angle. Raising his bow and instantly notching an arrow, the elf took aim, but at who? He waivered for a moment, unsure of which target was more important.
He finally decided, letting the arrow loose as it soared through the air, aimed directly at the back of the shadow monsters head. It would have been much easier to convince this man to assist in fighting a creature, and less effective in convincing the monster. His hunt would have to wait.
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Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Oct 4, 2022 16:36:50 GMT -5
The undead steed trampled though a large pile of snow and leaped over a upturned cart as it raced down the road. The shadow moved quickly, keeping pace and more. Suddenly it seemed to progress in a wide arc, disappearing between a group of buildings. Bellighul was well aware he could not have outrun such a curse, it was legend. Nothing could escape it's hunger for long. As he bgan to come towards the edge of the hamlet, a resonous smash echoed as a wall was slammed into, knocking loose the bricks of the chimney, a melody of chaos. The Necromancer was upon it the source of the sound and reached backwards and pushed Jacapo off.
Thus gaining a bit of speed, his ghoul racing alongside, only the moonlight illuminated the hamlet now. His left hand was off the reins, and like the torch before a stream of fire was behind him. The source, a fiery elemental Chromatic Blast prepared. However, a spectre now flew above them, its resemblence close to the Tomb King himself. He had activated his Spirit Shroud; timing it exactly when he came upon the alleyway.
Thus, he fire the blast, a great stream of flame magnified two fold within ten feet bellowed out from his hand.
Just as the creature was to breach into the moonlight.
Its torso overtaken by a great inferno, lighting up the dark in a powerful red hue. Shingles and beams now licked with dancing flames as it roared in pain. Yet, even such an attack was not enough, as he easily slammed his large hand into the side of the Nightmare Steed and sent Bellighul flying off into a tumble. His horse, tore open on the snow, motionless. The Lord of Ghouls hurled into a roll, hammered by the tough ice beneath.
He witnessed the monster's power, as the flames faded from muscle, fur and sinew.
Giant clawed hands clutched an individual building, its body encompassing the whole of the alleyway. The claws tore up shingles as it lurched foward, arrow in its skull, and howled from a fanged face. The snow lightly quaked from the force of it. Its posture displayed a fleshless rib cage, organs petrified save for a crimson heart; black veined and thudding unnnaturally. It's head was liken to a great stag yet skull like, antlers majestic yet horrifying as shreds of flesh clung to the sharpened points. Shaggy grey hair hung loosely, like a rabid animal as those red eyes gazed down at the Necromancer.
The beast released it's grasp on the homes, slamming its hands into the snow, firing bursts of white around the scenery. Its enormity was imposing, some five meters tall. Perhaps the largest of it's kind, certainly in the far North.
Yet it spoke in the common tongue, yet it mouth did not move. It was audible rather than telepathic, certainly Kalos could percieve it even at his distance. "You've come to kill me have you?"
One massive hand moved forward, bones bits and gore encrusted upon foul fingers. The stench of death in the wind.
"I know your kind, Necromancer. You've come for this..." The other hand pointed at the heart within.
"A Wendigo's Heart is a prize for your despicable lot...I shall enjoy eating yours."
His Ghoul, guarding like a faithful hound, interposed itself between the two, crouching at it's master's feet. Though, between the antlers, he noticed an broken arrow, a trail of ichor springing from the wound, piercing the side of the skull by the left antler; the wind had guided it from it's mark. Barely; a perhaps mortal wound if it had been true. Thus, Bellighul lifted himself to his feet, his mask scratched by the permafrost. His voice seemed to be almost laughing.
"You are wise, your heart is what I intended to claim. Though you forget creature...it was not I who fired the arrow." Bellighul said, venomously.
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 9, 2022 14:59:53 GMT -5
The scene that played out over the next few seconds was one Kalos had not planned for and was completely unprepared to understand. He had traveled all this way to hunt down a seemingly mortal man with the ability to taint life and command the dead. He had dealt with necromancers, liches and undead plenty of time, so the elf had already come to terms with what was going to happen here this night. However what was playing out before him was way more than he had imagined, a literal monster wrecking havoc on the locals here.
On the opposite side of the small village the tall elf watched as shadow clashed with man, an epic battle unfolding before him in the cold, snowy night. Painted against the dark backdrop of night, he watched the masked man from horseback duel with the large beast, most of it still obscured by the darkness. Fire illuminated the night, sounds of magic coursing through the air reminded him of his past, sounds of evil and chaos flashing back to his childhood. What evil had they stumbled upon this night?
The battle was turning against the masked necromancer, as his horse suddenly suffered a wound, sending in crashing into the snow, sending ice and earth scattering across the village. Debris littered the empty road as buildings were shattered, the hamlet being razed by this creature. He just stood there, stunned for a moment, trying to analyze what exactly was taking place, and what he could do about it. By this point the monster had descended upon its prey, an evil voice echoing out in the night, while simultaneously playing through his mind.
"The Wendigo, what the hell. Is this man insane? Has he really hunted this creature for its heart?"
Hundreds of different thoughts were coursing through his mind, none of them good. He had to steel himself though, ready his resolve. Freezing in a moment like this spelled death, and there were too many enemies around for Kalos to drop his guard. He needed to act now. Gripping his bow the elf pulled out a second arrow, aiming it at the beast that was now distracted. It would take more than a few arrows to kill this beast, but he had to start somewhere. With one single motion, he exhaled while releasing the arrow, now aimed for the hind quarters of the Wendigo.
His plan was to weaken its ability to hunt, slowing it down before it realized a second enemy was here. Before the arrow even had time to find its mark, Kalos already had a second one notched, following the first through the air. The second arrow was aimed for the other leg, both projectiles aimed to strike in the softest part of the hind legs. This would surely get the creatures attention and alert it of his presence. Hopefully it would be too late however, having dealt the blow that would turn the tide of the fight.
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Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Oct 10, 2022 11:55:31 GMT -5
The Wendigo lurched forward from the alley, large hands burying themselves into the snow flanking the Necromancer, it's enormity shadowing him. Cold dead eyes hovered in front of the Lord of Ghouls, it's stag like head larger than his torso. A fanged jaw opened slowly; carrion and shreds of clothing still clinging to large dagger like teeth. It's acrid breath causing his robes to bellow backwards as the sorcerer remained sentinel. Dauntless in the face of certain death, his bravery was in fact acceptance and the product of his undying faith in Lunala, the Dark Maiden.
He watch as the great fiend's hand enraptured his torso, his arm free, pulling him upwards in it's grasp; feet dangling in the air as Bellighul hovered over the single story hamlet above an opened maw. A spectre swirled around the Wendio's wrist, the Tomb King's Spirit Guardian. A red tongue dangled from the Wendigo's mouth just as it was to lower the Dark Lord, it let out a fell screech. Two arrows tore through the winter air and plunged themselves near simultaneously, due to the great skill of the hunter, into the tender muscle and nerves of the hulking beast. The impact caused it to buckle, driving themselves nearly to the bone.
The Ebon Enigma also plotted, feigning his vulnerability, a large summoning circle danced behind the beast since he was taken hold. The runes glew an awful light, spiraling in a vortex of a language long dead. A large skeletal hand emerged from it's center.
Bellighul, wasted little time, his Spirit Guardian granting him a powerful boon, timed well with a brief lax in the Wendigo's grip, the Necromancer lunged forward and tore upon from the hold; a cascade of purple energy dancing in his hand as the Dark arcana wisped like smoke taking form of screaming skulls. The Necromancer slid down the bone of the Wendigo's head, grasping the large antler with his free hand, just as his Undead Hulk lifted it's mighty rusted axe and found it buried into the back of the monstrosity.
A horrible howl escaped it once again, driving it forward and bracing itself against the abandoned tavern wall.
Bellighul nearly fell from the impact, swinging around and dangling by his mere hold on the antler, a foot pressed against it's shoulder to true his aim and he fired his Chromatic Blast directly into the eye socket of the Wendigo. Once again magnified by his Spirit Shroud, the blast resonated into the night.
Yet, Bellighul was flung from the impact, helplessly crashing into the snow encrusted roof nearby, his Spirit Guardian blockading a bone snapping fall and faded into nothingness in a fell green vapor. Yet, the wind knocked out of him, as the Wendigo crashed into the snow, though not silently.
It's howls filed the moonlight, a violet smoke rising from it's half mangled face.
The Undead Hulk pulled forth the axe and swung it wildly with the roar of the underworld, it came down once again, black ichor flinging of the axe blade.
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 12, 2022 16:57:15 GMT -5
His arrows found their mark, burrowing deep into the creatures flesh as it let out a nasty howl, filling the already nightmarish evening air with an even thicker sense of dread. While his attack had been successful, it was not enough to completely stop the monster, its long boney claws now wrapping around the masked individual. It was time to close the gap and finish the beast. Returning his bow to his back, Kalos pulled out both his longsword and his dagger, one gripped in each hand as he took off through the town.
Luckily for him, Bellighul was a competent warrior himself, having used the distraction of the arrows to enact his own counter attack. Once again magic coursed through the dark night as arcane energy clashed with the face of the creature, taking it off guard and dealing a large amount of damage. Kalos's elven eyes narrowed as he watched something become summoned behind the Wendigo, a large creature of death and decay. He bit his lip as he realized the necromancer was using his own dark magic to defend himself.
He was torn, having to ignore this vile blemish on nature, the necromancer would have to wait as the Wendigo was now retaliating, having been struck in the back by the hulks weapon. The masked man now rested on the rooftop of a destroyed home, using his own magic to keep himself alive. Even two highly skilled warriors were barely a match for this beast of the night.
He saw his opening, as the hulk went in for a second strike, the Wendigo's attention had been taken off the elf, allowing him to finally descend upon his prey. With the full force of his sprint, Kalos took a running leap high into the air, aiming to land directly on the creatures shoulder, opposite of the undead hulk. His nimble body soared through the air, using the blade of his long sword to burrow into the beast's shoulder. Another scream filled the air as Kalos latched on, using all of his strength to hold on.
Now attached, the wood elf began to scale the beast, moving up its neck and coming up behind its head. He scanned the area, looking for his temporary companion.
"Shield your eyes!"
His voice rung out for the first time, alerting the necromancer of his plan. Following his warning Kalos lunged back, then struck, sending the dagger directly into the top of the Wendigo's head. As the blade pierced the skull, the enchantment attached to it triggered, causing a blinding flash to echo out, revebrating through the monsters head. He was going to blind the beast so that the masked man had enough time to collect himself, and assist in delivering the finale blow.
He was not ready however for the counter attack, as the creature wildly flailed from side to side trying to dislodged the elf. A rogue left hand slammed into the side of Kalos, knocking him completely off the side of the creature and into the snow below. With his head now ringing, a bit of blood on his face, he tried to gather himself, locating the dagger that was now several feet away from him.
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Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Oct 14, 2022 14:01:36 GMT -5
The Necromancer, half buried in the snow of the rooftop, rose slowly as he witnessed the mighty Elf leap onto the monstrosity. This had been the one who fired the arrows, potentially saving the life of the Tomb King. Although, he was unaware of Kalos' intention of ending his life, he could in this one a compatriot in destroying the creature. The winter gale assailed the scene, snow carried high into the cloudless night. It obscured the dark robed form that witnessed Kalos call out to him, taking action as he covered his masked visage with his sleeve quickly.
The night was illuminated briefly, in a sharp burst of blinding light. The Wendigo's failing howls echoed within the hamlet. This, Bellighul knew well as he dropped his arm and leaped down into a pile of snow. Upon impact, he hurried forward as the Wendigo lurched forward, tongue hanging from that dreadul fang filled mouth, red eyes fading. The Tomb King dove forward, his arm trailing with purple energy that cast a violet light in the dark before extinguishing inside the mouth of the Wendigo. His arm tore open as a tooth caught his bicep, lashing out a crimson streak as he buried his hand further down the gullet. He unleashed a final Chromatic Blast, which boomed inside the throat of the great adversary. The beam traveled down to it's soft organ filled interior with complete devastation.
The Wendigo's jaw began to close on the Ebon Enigma's arm, the scarlet eyes faded into a void as Bellighul crouched under his own weight. Strong pressure was applied, as he knelt, breath visible a quick bursts of air from beyond his mask. Yet, the muscles of monster's mouth laxed, thus able to pull his bloody arm free, leaving tattered fabric and his own blood behind. His pallid skin visible but slowly painted red, he rose bracing himself on the monster's head as he gazed at Kalos.
"A great beast was felled and a terror ended...blessed is Lunala for lending us her strength."
His ghoul rushed forward and utilized it's shoulder for Bellighul to hold himself up; it's yellowed eyes too looked at Kalos and it interposed itself between it's master like a faithful hound.
"The heart belongs to the victor, warrior. As it was I who dealt the final blow; I claim this as mine. Yet, I may lend you my horse to drag the skull back for a large reward, surely. They may tell tales of this throughout Frost Gale."
Several meters away, his undead steed began to trot, a series of green flames behind in it's wake. Though greatly damaged on it's flank, its nature merely gave it an impression of false life. Bellighul slowly liftered his mask from his face, as it was restricting his breathing, his ashen hair caught in the wind and cold. His unearthly glamour apparant, far too beautiful to be fully human. He sounded once more.
"I will not fight you for this prize...so if you are an honorable man; step aside as I carve the heart from it's chest."
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 19, 2022 21:51:47 GMT -5
He knew not if the masked necromancer had shielded his eyes, but the elf's attack was successful, as the steel of his dagger slide directly into the top of the creatures skull. The blinding flash echoed out inside of the beast skull, illuminating their eyes and mouth more so than they already were. While it was a devastating blow, it was not quite enough to finish this battle off. However it had given the two a huge advantage, as the beast was now blinding and reeling from the pain. It had given up any attempt in attacking and was now just wildly flailing to keep itself alive.
Bellighul now used this moment to finish off the creature. Kalos leapt from the top of its falling body as the death dealers magic once again slammed into its foe. The dark magic moved through its body, making its way into the very spirit of the beast as the monster that had scourged this village fell to the soft snow, dead. Both men recovered from their wounds and exhaustion, collecting themselves as they approached the corpse.
The man spoke of dealing the final blow and earning the rights to its heart. Kalos cared not for the beast or any of its body parts, its not why he had made this trip to begin with. So as the masked individual set out to cut the organ from its host, the scarred, pale wood elf battled with himself, two voices in his head arguing over what to do next. After all he was here to kill this necromancer, and what better chance than this, when he was wounded and tired.
But he himself had spent a fair amount of energy, and the night was growing darker. Luck had fallen on the side of evil tonight, as it was ultimately better to part ways before engaging in yet another fight. His prey would live to see another day. Kalos gave a simple nod of respect towards his enemy.
"Don't worry about it. It's all yours. Fine job tonight, till we met again my ghoulish friend. "
Kalos simply gathered his gear and began to move away, passing by the man and heading off into the dark night.
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