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Caractacus
Caractacus sighed, deciding to take a few steps away from the ever growing party. It was maddening, humans and elves and whatever else Ysran was, all crowding and squawking and chattering. He sighed, admonishing himself, that however much he dreaded it, friendship with the mob was better than trying to go it alone at this point. They at least were mildly interesting to watch.
The group had come to an agreement, it seemed, to relocate to a nearby lake, and make camp for the night. Caractacus had no qualms in such a decision, and so, he voiced none, instead keeping toward the rear of the party, surrounded by his undead, as they made for the waterfront. He kept his silence during the long march, though at times he felt the toll of his magic use throughout the day. His stomach growled along the way, his legs ached though it was far from extreme exertion, and he found himself stepping with his staff as the miles dragged on. Were he alone, Caractacus would have merely had his zombies carry him, but he had no inclination of such indulgences when in front of others. He would look foolish.
Finally, the group reached the lake, and quickly began dividing up labor, with the lumberjack taking the lead. The warrior assigned Caractacus to wood-gathering. He frowned a moment, assigned to such menial work as to traipse through the woods for sticks, but he supposed his zombies were well suited to the task. "Very w-well." He waved an arm, and gave his minions the order and hey stalked off into the woods to execute it. Caractacus followed along with them into the woods, if only to make sure they do not start a fight with whatever other strangers may be wandering out there.
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I like what you made; short but sweet. It was worth the wait.
I do my best. Usually.
Obadiah had just finished off the last Legion warrior with a series of rib-shattering blows, when the wind picked up. All the better to carry their dead scent far, that all would know their destruction. She looked up from her quarry, blood-flecks painting her satisfied grin. "The Legion tribe are driven away. A pity, it was far too easy." Obadiah looked back down the street toward the center of town. "Now, we must deal with the cowards of Nipton." She had no love for those that would bow and scrape to the Legion, they were worse than the slaves who were forced to fight.
Starting down the street, toward the largest building in town, Obadiah began formulating a plan for what to do. First she would find Nipton's chief, and cripple him. She would kill any who opposed her, of course. The idea pleased Obadiah greatly. However, she was snapped out of her reverie when she saw on the horizon something far worse for the town than ever her wrath. A great cyclone, a storm of terrible omen. Even so far away, she could tell that the tornado would leave near nothing standing in the town.
Obadiah rushed back down the street to grab her companion. "Quickly! The storms shall strip our flesh if we do not find shelter!" She swept her eyes down the alley, spotting an old, rusted cellar door. "There!"
Starting down the street, toward the largest building in town, Obadiah began formulating a plan for what to do. First she would find Nipton's chief, and cripple him. She would kill any who opposed her, of course. The idea pleased Obadiah greatly. However, she was snapped out of her reverie when she saw on the horizon something far worse for the town than ever her wrath. A great cyclone, a storm of terrible omen. Even so far away, she could tell that the tornado would leave near nothing standing in the town.
Obadiah rushed back down the street to grab her companion. "Quickly! The storms shall strip our flesh if we do not find shelter!" She swept her eyes down the alley, spotting an old, rusted cellar door. "There!"
I know. I'm a bastard. Working on a post right now boss.
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Me neither
Aha! My spell worked! Behold, the zombie Orgasmo!
I honestly never thought I'd be as low as using the words 'zombie Orgasmo'
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Gah! No, not again!
Lich! Make Aquanth stop!
I'll have my post up and ready tomorrow, once I stop seeing orange spots...
I'm back. Plan on posting tomorrow.
Welp, that was a waste of time. I'm back lads.
Edit: Also, thanks a ton for the well wishes. I only suffered minor head trauma from the oranges.
Edit: Also, thanks a ton for the well wishes. I only suffered minor head trauma from the oranges.
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