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Old 07-04-2008
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Cemetery

Wrath didn’t dislike fighting the undead, but he didn’t enjoy it either. Their dried, meatless, bones tasted of dust and grit unlike living being. Also there was no way to fully kill and undead with a conventional weapon, there limbs took on life of their own and crept forward despite being severed from the body.

He stayed behind Char, preferring not to get involved since he didn’t have any weapons that could inflict enough damage on the skeleton as to disable it and cause it to stop moving. Kicking away severed limb left over from the other combatants, he made observations of the other combatants and their fighting style. The mercenary or maybe assassin seemed to be dealing with the undead, as one would deal with a nest of pesky coach roaches, while the giant smashed threw them giving no heed to those who were littered with the pieces of the skeletons he smashed and crushed. Turning slightly he saw the one named Lachdonon fighting the undead as if they were alive and ripping, smashing, or breaking the head open would cause the to stop moving. Then their was the one who claimed he was Corinthio, he had taken a serious blow to the chest and yet was moving as if it was nothing more than a scratch, which was odd, but even odder still was his story of why he wanted to kill the witch. He had felt no true passion in his words, leaving him to believe that there was an ulterior motive to joining this quest.

While getting lost in his thought, a whole undead being managed to take him by surprise; swing it sword downwards, the sound of its creaking down alerted Wrath to it presence. He pivoted and tried to move out of the way blade, but only succeeded in opening his chest up to the attack, a large stream of blood appearing where his clothes and skin had once been.

His eyes turned a dark violet hue, and his features twisted into an angry wolfish snarl; then his face twist from that of anger into pain as his eyes rolled back and his body fell convulsing o the ground. As a strange magical ruins appeared all across his face and exposed skin.
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Chaos,
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