RP:A Caravan Decimated

Part of the Incarnation of Abomination Arc

Part of the Rise of Darkness Arc

Summary: A caravan bound for Gualon carrying lumber had set up camp for the night. Little did they know, though, death was on the horizon.

Characters: Heltri, Zhaleeah, Rahu, Veruin, Strend, Khirsah, Knelltic

Location: Kelay, Road to Milious

Zhaleeah: Early into the evening, when the sun had just begun thinking of setting had this immense caravan begun to set up camp. Seventy wagons long, it stretched a considerable length down the Milous road, cargo of lumber from Larket bound for Gualon, it seemed. Several hundred of mixed race populated the camp, human and feline - though no Lycans, and all bearing light armor, swords and bows. Their fires, at first needed to cook dinner, now served only for warmth, yellow-orange flame casting a glow against the faces of those who took to sitting around them, relating adventurous tales with one another. T'was against the light of the twin moons that one, a boy of no more than seventeen - a shepherd - spotted the trio of Dragons, eyes growing wide as panic sets in. Were they to merely pass above and leave the caravan in peace, or had they come to destroy? The pair of black death that accompanied the blue gave the latter thought more presedence in the boy's mind, but he could not move, frozen with fear from the malicious aura that was steadily drawing near. No one else had noticed save this lone boy, the others making merry with nary a care in the world it seems, and soon - soon they'd regret their careless attitude in thinking the most of their worries would be the bandits that often roamed at night.

Heltri :: Exclusion. A sentient being bereft of life. They held no understanding of exactly what it was. What drove him. What millenia of memories had created inside of a mind wrought like metal etched with an eroding venom. From the pulse of merry and joy below came one of pure fear. Bonefelt fear, a drought in the boys mouth - sif he could see through the teen's very eyes. "Feast. Remember what it is to be Feared. To be Dragon!" The last word - spoke in common was a shout akin to a roar that had the entire camp suddenly jolting. The creature - he had no need to feast. Their vitae would do little to restore a body already dead, held together by strict arcane spells. Nay. What measure of strength remained in the male after the point proven with Zhaleeah the prior night was pulled upon to create the most simple of illusions. An amplification of his own presence. The twisted nettles that were what returned with him from Solaris' Hell. Tiny tendrils of fog, lurking at the feet of all below, as he took the lead and began to swoop down upon the caravan - the teen. He was the first to go. Death came in the form of acid spewed over his entire form, engulfing. Chaos erupted. Chaos ensued. Chaos had spread. Corruption ran amock from the emergence of this amplified presence. Men shuffled in terror for sword, bow, whatever may be at hand. The night guard were the first to respond, Heltri pulled away to gain altitude before coming for another go. Five or six arrows that would naught but pierce into draconic scale and bounce off.

Rahu || Alone she felt as she followed the others, the experts, the real dragons. Dread filled her on her first outing with what it turely meant to be a dragon, the fear could be seen in her eyes and it reflected that of the boys. Through the sky and with every beat of her wings, static built up and charged her breath weapon. Oh how she loved the feeling, the feeling of it pulsing through her body, the feeling of being alive for once, to be a dragon. Fire burned behind those amber eyes, as she looked once more to the teen and the lead that Heltri took. She is still new at this so she held back with her breath weapon, her lightning as they call it, and opened up claws and talons to pick up the prey below, to feast on their flesh, to spread fear into their hearts once more. Her scales are not hard enough to protect her from arrows or blade, ut she was quick and darted around, causing the archers to waste their arrows. With that in thought, she grinned and swooped back and forth, getting closer and closer to provide a distraction while the others destroyed and feasted.

Zha'leeah held no fear, only exhileration; excitement at the prospect of eating until she could eat no more, and leaving those unfortunate enough not to be consumed to a more torturous death. Wing beats bring her up slightly before they angle, pulling her into a sharply curved dive that had her swopping low to the ground, talons snagging a pair of hapless victims. Up she went again, powerful drafts created in the wake of her ascent. Screaming and squirming as Zha'leeah rises high into the night sky again, her victims struggled despite the falling death that would await them should they get free. They couldn't. Her strength was too great, and with a squeeze she broke their bodies, squeezing the life right out with a sickening crunch. Her maw thrown wide, the morsels - appetizers, if you will - are consumed.

Zhaleeah shouted, "*terrified, panicked screams abrubtly fill the night air, coming from the direction of Milous road*"

Heltri held so many plots, so many aims within his mind that the layers of webbing that were the foundation for most action were too numerous to count. This eve, this act, was a bit more obvious. The world was sick. Dying, in his self righteous crimson eyes. To rid Lithrydel of the disease...it took time, and measured patience. The City-States that held control in these lands held a life of their own. Populace - and economy. Gualon still rebuilt from the treachery of near a year prior, when he cut it's population in half and burnt down a fair measure of the city. Larket would gain from the assistance toward Gualon. The lumber. It was not about feasting. It was not about feeding, one hundred and eighty lives were but pence to the Bank that was the population of this world. The lumber. It was economic debilitation. Small measures. Small risks, large rewards. At an altitude of three hundred feet leathery wings pinned against his long form, a mad-dive taken straight for the neatly arranged set of seventy lumber-strewn carriages. As wings expand, he glides along top like a marble following a preset line along the road, acid spewing on all of the cargo - and any caught in the fray. It did little. But it did do -something- useful. It began to eat away. He landed near the front, near Rahu - tail swinging wildly as physical strength began it's predictable wane, thrashing any who took flank. A good amount were cast, thrasing through the air only to collide with near by tree or boulder, or dirt - few stirred from such a hit. It was quick, the landing - followed by an abrupt toppling of lamp oil, kicking of dimming fire - the sparks started it. The fire. It took the first wagon, dry lumber almost welcoming the fire. Within moments he was airborn again, gaining altitude again, keeping what could be considered a passive eye on Rahu whilst she fought on the ground.

Heltri shouted, "*A huge fire is seen somewhere toward the east of Kelay, its glow an ominous light against the night*"

Rahu let out another painful ear splitting roar, causing most of the people to cover their ears and scream in pain and terror. Catching sight of the undead landing next to her, she opens her maw once more, and the unlucky souls around her would drop to the ground as a wave of electricity flowed through the area, fueling the fire more. Advancing on some huddled near a tree, she grabbed one and sank her teeth through his gut spilling his insides and making his death slow and painful. The others she wacked with her tail, while a brave soul thought it wise to hack at her snout. He to endured a slow and painful death whiloe she consumed the woman and child whole, allowing her stomach acid to do the rest. Once more she opens her mouth and sends a surge through the area, feeling more alive with each scream of pain and fear.

Rahu shouted, "*Another painful ear splitting roar can be heard along with the sight of the glowing fire*"

Zhaleeah 's landing is further down the line than Rahu, the earth shaking with the impact; wagons rocking and unbalanceing. Spokes and wheels snap, contents spilling as the carriages crash to the ground. The scattered lumber only helped the fire spread faster, flames hungry and relentless. Wings folding tightly to her back, smaller of the Black pair surges forwards, relentlessly crushing the men and women beneath her feet. Her head snakes out quickly, whip like - thrice, each time taking into it one of the lesser beings who'd had the misfortune of getting in her way. Five of them. She'd already eaten five of them and still she hungered for more.

Heltri :: Excellent. Death surrounding him - he swam in the warm pool of the emotion, the lingering scent of blood. It almost made him feel alive again. More alive than re-life offered. The chaos. Screams filled the night - his large form curved against a gust of wind, keen eyes spotting a semi-organized group of /thirty/ of the wagon drivers, guard, gathering in a loose formation and charging toward Zhaleeah's left side. They still held a good twenty feet of distance away from her, but Heltri would not hesitate. He did not hesitate. Wings again came to rest tightly against form, a dangerous dive that had him landing so harshly he slid into four of the backen-most Lessers. What came forth from his mouth -was- Death itself. A roar, coupled with acid - seconds of it, spiralling over the mass until naught remained - inedible, at that - but bones that were themselves begining to dissolve away. It was a flash, and with talons clamping against the four he'd hit - he took to the skies again, releasing shortly after. They fell into the third caravan, just now begining to light - and from that fire emerged four screaming bodies, striken with fire.

Veriun came walking during the cirkustances. treading up the road thowards the scene. looking at it as if trought a binocular. dispite the relatively close distance he'd reached. standing silently and calmly. observing. while the dragons might notice him, perhaps take him for an enemy. they might equally likely ignore a lone watcher standing on the road, a fair distance from the caravan with no aparent wish to interfare. alltought his stringless silver bow -was- drawn. just in case.

Rahu growls and picks up anotehr man in her teeth and thrwos him against a tree. She opens her wings and takes flight, dropping her first man. Once he hits the ground ehe moves no more and she swallows him whole, then repeats this a few times. She is in her own little world now, enjoying the taste of flesh besides that of ocean creatures. The yellow water dragon lands heavily and bats at a few who dare cross her path, and she bats them right into Heltri's acid. Rahu seemed to be doing pretty well for her first time, and it seems there is room for her to grow. She feasts on a few others, making it ten for her and her belly round and tight, but she wasn't going to stop there. She served Heltri now and she is aiding him, pushing more into his way as she plays with a few of her own, torturing them to death.

Khirsah growls and walks silently in, cerluean hues surveying the area as he heads directly for Rahu.

Zhaleeah: Momentarily grey eyes shift to take in Helich's interference with - nay, utter decimation of the semi-organized group who'd dared charge at Zha'leeah's side. It was brief, this glance. There were other things to do yet, more of those little ones to destroy and consume. Her tail lashes with purpose, catching one of the flaming carriages and tossing it into a group trying desperately to get away. Their screams were piercing and terrified as the majority were crushed and set aflame. The few who managed to avoid the projectile suffered no more merciful a fate as they were snapped at; crushed between wicked jaws and swallowed down a long snaking throat to further satisfy the female Black's ravenous hunger.

Khirsah walks in and see the destruction, the large bronze male lands in and strikes a claw hard across Rahu's snout, bellowing a challenge to her. "What are you doing? Syrus would be ashamed of you."

Strend following swiftly behind the dragon the elf hides in the shadows. His thoughts are the immediate arrival of the bronze would distract anyone from his presense. He quickly releases his bow from the harnesses on the back while retrieving arrows from his quiver. He notches three seperate arrows along the bow readying it in case of trouble.

Heltri :: A familiar presence tickled the back of his mind. An ancient presence. The Watcher. Watching. Quaint, really. A disregarded source, a conversation for later - he would understand. To cripple a sick world, one had to stem it's growth. Gualon would feel the sting of this bite. A gnat that left a mark, grew into a sore - a cyst, until infection would take this plain. He would see it burn. Restore the Dragon's to their rightful place. They were Gods amonst these men, it was time for Mortals to show faith and bend knee. Another caught his attention from his soaring altitude of five hundred feet, his form matching the black sky - Khirsah. That wayward eye kept on his new Apprentice led to the general conclusion that Rahu was in need of assistance. None laid talon on his. She was not /his/ - he offered her no true loyalty as of yet. True loyalty was something he held, a gift offered more rarely. He curved, coming in on Khirsah's flank - his large form essentially dead-set on colliding the male directly into a burning carriage, clawed feet seeking to set deeply into his spine and pin him to the ground long enough for a gaping wide maw full of fanged teeth to set into his neck, and rip out his throat. Through all of this, as soon as his body touched Khirsah's - empathic pulses would attempt to seize his mind, lest he had a defense to warrant appropriate expulsion. A disabling pulse, ever emotion imaginable rolled into one large ball - shooting into the mind.

Zha'leeah's sharp gaze catches sight of Khirsah before his bellowing catches her ears, deep, threatening growl rumbling in her throat as she turns towards him. More of the little caravan people were caught unwittingly by the swing of her tail; crushed beneath the massive female Black's feet. The Bronze was an intruder - an interloper, and he would not be allowed to interfer in the lesson Rahu was being taught. Her action is swift, a sizeable stream of acid spit towards the male whom earlier had been mentioned to be shameful by Rahu herself. She follows in the wake of her breath weapon, jaws snapping at Khirsah's neck.

Veriun raises an eyebrow at the sole dragon challanging three others. stating plaingly to himself. "fool." well kowing the balance of power, tactics and knowledge.

Rahu catches the calw on snout and is thrown side ways. She growls and rises to her feet once more, "You have no right to touch me Khirsah. You will suffer from laying a claw on this dragon." She raored and let loose a painful ear splitting roar once more as her body recharged to send out another pulse. Already taking a beating to her snout once another one just pissed her off and a angry female is not one to mess with. She is just about to jump on Khirsah when Heltri does it for her, so she shrugs and continues destroying the caravan, keeping her elder in sight to help him if he needed it. She was out learning today and the feeling of being alive wasn't something she was going to give up easily.

Khirsah has his attention solely focused upon the hurtful betrayal and behavior of Rahu, the male wavering after his hit of her. He stares down at his claw in pure revulsion of his angered behavior, the lashing out having come from nowhere, cerulean hues unblinking as he watches her devour the humanoids. Twisted minds of the male fully focused upon Rahu, unawares of the danger of Heltri until it is too late, the male colliding into his side with an explosive force, his large, muslced form, taller, more muscular then most blacks save perhaps Heltri sends him reeling into the burning wagon. The male's massive form rolls over the wreckage easily, wings pulling tight against his form as he tumbles about. The force of the blow also his salvation, carrying him out of the path of the Zhaleeah's breath weapon, bronzed scales of his left forleg sizzling slightly from acid splashes. Unfortunately for the assaulted bronze his ordeal is not yet over Heltri's powerful form a force to contend with opening his jaws wide to blast an acrid bolt of lighting at the male's face, hoping it will hit, jerking his head violently to avoid one set of snapping jaws, the other of the female grazing his neck deep, scales flying off and blood falling from the wound. Claws struggle to bring him to his feet, muscles wavering partially from the mental attacks of the other, the only thing saving him is the divided and not whole mind of him.

Veriun turns on his heel and walks away. he'd seen enough. there were no more to be found out here. he knew the outcome. and the background. simple. done.

Heltri shouted, "*Several large flashes resembling a lightning bolt surround the massive pillar of smoke and fire rising from the east, obviously something was occuring."

Heltri :: Death. It stared at him for a change, in the gaze of Khirsah. It rippled his form - the moment just prior to the expulsion of electricity into his unliving body. Quiet was the reaction. A chortling from the throat, eyes roll to the back of the head - his body tremors, convulses and amongst the wreckage the trio had created, amongst scattering and screaming two legged creatures - amongst the rattle of death in the throats of many there lay a massive creature. Heltri. Not breathing. Eyes a blank slate, open, staring. The flames surrounding him flicker against glazed hues, as the glow that typically surrounds those crimson orbs now fades. It was quite possible the male had just died from the direct blast of lightning.

Zhaleeah: The taste of Dragon's blood in her mouth only made the hunger in her belly more furious, scales being spat out. For a moment Zha'leeah pauses as the light in Helich's eyes dies, lips drawing back to expose wicked teeth. A fear welled - not towards any sort of power Khirsah had, no, but towards the idea that her kin might be dead. His death, in her mind, belonged only to her. There was only a begrudging acceptance of Helich as her elder, certainly, but this Dragon was possessive about this and so taking away /her/ priveledge would - is about to - bring nothing but swift recompense. Magic wells even as she snaps at Khirsah again, the force of such energies staggering; suffocating even to those who held no inclination towards magic at all. She was Helich's granddaughter alright. What lashes out at the Bronze is raw and furious, visually imperceptable forces hurtling towards the offending Dragon with naught but the intention of rending him limb from limb.

Khirsah smirks in the direction in the of Heltri as his mind becomes fully clouded by the mental attack upon him by the other, hazes and swirls within his mind allowing him little leeway should he counter attack. The world about takes on a hazed and shadowed view as one voice in his head falls quiet, the other quivering to take its hold upon him trying to break free and move himself from the flames that surround the caravan and himself, crawling up his taloned feet. Fear clouds his mind, not of the sort wherein one would run and flee for the lives... the sort of one whos tiny world falls down around him, glass walls falling like twinkles in the void of his mind, innumerable dimensions of light cascading off in a fantastic show of lights if only one were to be able to see it. Suddenly an explosion of powdered glass fills that empty void, the supposed death of Heltri being magnanimous in the moment of its occurrence, the raging voice in his head suddenly clear and loud, streams of nasty curses and expletives spewing forth from his previously wordless breath. Cerulean hues flicker and blink as something finally takes hold of his mind, growling deep from the armored chest of the male, nostrils wriggling in disgust. "Human and chromatic filth everywhere.." The words are cut off with the sensation of magic emitting from Zhaleelah, its strength and immensity a sudden surprise to him, one that is met with a violent twitch of his muscular system. Khirsah summons up what limited abilities his fractured mind allows, ribbons of energy shimmering weakly in front of the male, once formidable abilities less capable since his calamity. Sudden blinding flashes of light appears in small, violent explosions as the female's energies impact his shield, dissipating much but not all of the force, the wobbling male stiffening as he is assailed by waves of force, some bouncing off his armored hide, most however making many gashes within his body, landmarks of bleeding slices covering his scaled form, the magic obviously much stronger then claws or swords.

"Leave. /Now/." Zha'leeah commands, her voice exceedingly cold, the tone suggesting disobedience would be ill advised. The words that follow confirm this, "If you do not, I will capture you. I will tear each scale from your body before I peel back your skin. You will suffer. /Horribly/. For days will I prolong your death, revelling in the agonized screams - you cries for mercy. I have none. There will be no quarter for you." Her posture is intimidating, calculating confidence in each slow, deliberate step closer to the Bronze male. The arcane energies remain, writhing as they circle their mistress awaiting the direction of her will; desiring so much, as if the force itself held a certain sentience, to lash out; to wreak destruction. The Bronze had a choice, leave and live, or stay and suffer.

Khirsah growls deeply and bravely as best his injured form can at the moment, desiring to stay and fight yet inwardly cursing his divided mind, so many times the source of salvation and so often a curse. The male's magical abilities but a former shimmer of a illustrious past that has fizzled into a paranoid existence riddled with distrust and a contended loneliness spawned from a freakish accident. The salacious moment of the battle fills his entire being, urging him onward even as he bleeds and feels weakened. The black female's steps are met with a proud movement of his own, even as hesitation takes hold in his mind again, that single loud, uproarious voice forcing him to step back again, not in fear but in necessity as his goal to protect has mysteriously vanished. "Your words trouble me not, as if the pain you could cause me would serve to break me. The physical would be glorious to endure, an honorable death to one whom tasteless torture is a pleasure. The mate I sought to protect is no longer here so I will avail myself of the filth your scent brings to my nostrils lest my stomach wretch its contents upon the earth. Enjoy your slaughter and tend to the impotent ancient one that sneaks upon his foes without open challenge. But the female whom you seek to twist and pervert serves you know but the listless joy in which you might take from her loyalties will be short lived, she is mine to love and take back unto my breast so long as I breathe." With that he turns in disgust and pads away, blood trailing from him as he pulls his injured form from the area.

"Impotent drivel from a failed would-be hero." Zha'leeah snerks, watching Khirsah depart with a victorious smirk, "/Quaint/." ONce the Bronze has faded into the distance she turns to regard Helich's fallen, unconcious form, grey eyes staring impassively for a time. Eventually her serpentine neck extends, snout nuding to her elder's, gently and quietly imploring him to get up while all around her the caravan still burned, and what few people who remained alive tried to flee.

Strend departs as quietly as he came with the dragon.

Heltri :: From within the realm of a mind lost, shocked, came a similar scene. Flashes of the sea. Dunes rising, falling. A timeless paradox of nature existing. Alone. A sea of sand. An ocean of salt. A tree of life, living, breathing, speaking - the remnants of resurrection wracked him. A nudge. A flash. Light began to return to those eyes. Those archaic, evil orbs. Her nudge. Her. Zhaleeah. His mind started turning, rusted cranks shaking free as the oil of reality set in. Unngh. Weak as a babe the male lifted his snaking head, viewing her from the side. It took him a moment to realize he was immobile. To realize he -had- wings. Feet. Legs. A mouth - the pain set in then. The aching head. The burn in his mouth. He tried to speak - nay. Nought but dry air came. His head fell back against soil, and he simply lay too weak to do anything else.

Zhaleeah: A quick motion brought one of the few small groupings of people who remained their deaths, a spew of acid dissolving everything, skin, hair, bones - nothing was left of the bodies afterwards except a stain on the earth to protest that they'd once existed, "...Grampa." Zha'leeah mutters, irritable, "He's gone." A snort follows this, contempt present for all manner of reasons, not least among which for the fact that her meal had been quite soundly interrupted by the Bronze's intrusion.

Heltri :: Surrounding Zhaleeah and Heltri lay a quietly chaotic scene. Thirty-eight of the seventy carriages had lit - the dead lay strewn about if not simply bones. Still fire spread. Smoke filled the air. Blood filled the air. Chaos filled the air. What lay in front of Knelltic's sudden emergence into the area was a dragon in full form. Two Blacks, actually. The behemoth was muddled off to the side of the road, orbs holding life - but body barely moving. Occasionally a foot would twitch - his brain..was damaged. His maw moved, sif to speak again: No words came. The void was called upon, illusion passed on. ~Zha'leeah. Leave me. Leave us.~ There was no heart in the bond, in the Void, nay. No pride at her victory. No emotion showed. A stagnant odor lingered on it, of rot and decay. To Knelltic, a voice would beckon in his mind as well - a simple use of telepathy. /-I sense you Knelltic.-/

Gah! It wasn't the lack of pride at her victory that set Zha'leeah off, it was the way she was being told to leave after all of it. It had been proven time and time again that under better circumstances she hardly responded well to being told what to do, let alone when it was with the purpose of shooing her away. Her posture stiffens, tail lashing to and fro with blatant vexation. It flared, the disdain; always there, roiling in the back of her skull. Her gaze snaps quickly to Knelltic, lips pulling back to put on a threatening display of wicked looking teeth. It's there. It flashes; the thought that perhaps she should just kill both the necromancer and elder Dragon right here, and right now.

Knelltic Stands before the dragoness unafraid, her threatening glare met by the cold and emotionless gaze of the forsaken elf, both unwavering, both not willing to yield before the other. Confident steps are taken towards Heltri, the necromancer's hands extended outward, his lack of magical tool causing him to use more of his own raw power in his castings, which is evident as he begins to infused the undead dragon with the negative energy that is his magic. Flowing from his hands like a brilliantly hued mist, Heltri's form become enveloped in the dark power Knelltic commands, the mage beginning to restore the deceased saurian once again. Akkarin watches the scene carefully. The black mage remains close to the shack, incase things turn ugly and he has to get his ass out of here.

Heltri :: Strength. He swam in Knelltic's power much the same the saurian strolled along the path of morbid chaos, a beachside retreat where the sun rises only once a year. Such a beautiful path, strewn with bits of flesh and half-decayed corpses. The fire picked up in intensity, trees began to light - t'was safe to say that the disaster that had struck here would be remembered. Another chizzeled etch in the tombstone of an ancient soul. Fate - yes. He would call it Fate. Drawing him toward some unseen goal. Indeed. Twitching ceased, quietly the behemoth sat up - a motion that had the ground trembling slightly. Envigorated was not quite the proper term. Nay. It was more akin to being aware of a numbness, where prior it had been a devoid semblence of conciousness. ~Stay then. I do not care.~ The Void sought to overwhelm her - she was weak with experience, but so many images and scents - emotions - flowing into the recesses of her mind at once would certainly convey the fact that her presence was not welcome. A long, sinous neck curved after. Weakness tinged even the illusion, it was quiet, sif carried by the tips of the flame - and it was. "I find myself indebted to you now." It would be hard to admit he had respect for the Forsaken Elf. Hard. Impossible, unless under duress. But there it was. A Lesser who was an equal. Leathery wings tested the air, "We should depart. A patrol is likely, from what I've heard of Triyul."

Zhaleeah :: The machinations of the void brought a growl to her throat, quiet and low. Zha'leeah had willpower, yes, perhaps more of it than a great deal of creatures, however her ability to exert that will wasn't as refined as it could be. Unwelcome. That did not particularly faze her, no, the dragoness an unwelcome visitor in many places in many different eras. Still, the Void was not something that she was used to. It made her uncomfortable; unsettled, accenting her irritation and hatred - warping them just that little bit further. The rumbling tone seeping gutterally from her throat grew louder, talons digging deep furrows into the ground. Would she attack? It was starting to seem like she would, but for the moment no violence is attempted.

Knelltic inclined his head to the dragon he had come to respect as an ally, and even though his kin wished to end him here and now, and perhaps the forsaken elf welcomed the attempt. But, as Heltri urges escape, the necromancer tunrs to the chaos that surrounds them, to the charred and skeletal bodies that litter this battleground, extending out his hands as that same power he used to restore some semblance of life back into Heltri's decrepid form to call upon the dead, dragging them from their eternal slumber to serve in a purpose of their new master's own design. At first it seems nothing is happening, only a faint aura shrouding the corpses as the magic begins to reanimate the damned souls. But, before one could lose interest in these happenings, the moan of the dead begins it's slow chorus, gaining in power as bodies begin to rise, rising from their positions to obey the call of this mage. These undead minions now begin to form into elaborate rows of a militaristic design, and stand ready for any whom would wish to stop the escape of these three. Now, after this task is done, Knelltic moves to Heltri's side, awaiting his order to leave, turning to his undead minions to say. " Go now, and wreak havok upon the living!" At this command these undead warriors rush forth, in various angles, seeking anything that lives to destroy.