Donovan cheerfully sorted through the contents that used to fill his pocket: candles, a tinder box, a small container, and a bag of poisonous herbs. Simpering the whole time, he placed a few herbs onto his tongue before closing his mouth and storing them in his cheeks; the Templar then inspected his other possessions, making sure his possessions were in good condition prior to returning them to his pocket. He then felt around for his weapons, as if they could have somehow disappeared, and to anyone watching the dark elf looked like he was hamboning while piggyback riding an obedient walking cadaver.
Realizing that others were watching, the man stopped his actions then looked over at his fellow mages, thankfully none of them seemed to have been watching. It was a good thing that they were so caught up in finding the Kest hive. However, Donovan already believed they thought of him as abnormal for riding on a dead man's corpse instead of a horse along with many other things, but he would still try to impress them when they find the beast's nest. In fact, the main reason the warrior used a zombie as a mount was to have a mean of transportation that would almost guarantee he sheds blood first. "Woah! Slow down!", Donovan said as the necromancer's mount eagerly dashed forward, going past his allies and prompting a few grimaces as well as chuckles among the men. Bouncing up and down on the corpse's shoulders, he removed the container of fuel from his pocket and took a big swig of it, letting it sit in his mouth along with the herbs. He hurriedly lit the candle with his tinderbox before the zombie simply threw his summoner off to the side, for it was feeding time.
The group picked up their pace and followed the excited undead. Immediately after being forced off his mount, Donovan stumbled before going after the lively corpse while protecting the lit candle.
They truly were hideous. The Kests were comparable to dog-sized centipedes with a more flesh-like look to its skin, and their exterior matched their insides, the zombie's ministrations made sure any onlookers saw that. Slightly ahead of the group, Donovan came into range of a Kest while raising the candle to the front of his face, and projected a combination of fuel and toxic herbs from his mouth into the direction of the monster. The candle ignited the mix and in saliva's place was fire. The creature burned fiercely, its body curling up and what almost sounded like a small scream being emitting from its body. The rest of the Templars appeared shortly after, swinging their swords, firing their arrows, and using their magic to slay the beasts.
They rode back with their heads held high, some of them smiling and making jests even, while one of the higher ups in the squad glowered at Donovan, but decided to say nothing to him. He responded by simply staring back with a smile. Before the firebreather could grow tired of the natural scenery, the small squad had found their way to the camp and dispersed.
Realizing that others were watching, the man stopped his actions then looked over at his fellow mages, thankfully none of them seemed to have been watching. It was a good thing that they were so caught up in finding the Kest hive. However, Donovan already believed they thought of him as abnormal for riding on a dead man's corpse instead of a horse along with many other things, but he would still try to impress them when they find the beast's nest. In fact, the main reason the warrior used a zombie as a mount was to have a mean of transportation that would almost guarantee he sheds blood first. "Woah! Slow down!", Donovan said as the necromancer's mount eagerly dashed forward, going past his allies and prompting a few grimaces as well as chuckles among the men. Bouncing up and down on the corpse's shoulders, he removed the container of fuel from his pocket and took a big swig of it, letting it sit in his mouth along with the herbs. He hurriedly lit the candle with his tinderbox before the zombie simply threw his summoner off to the side, for it was feeding time.
The group picked up their pace and followed the excited undead. Immediately after being forced off his mount, Donovan stumbled before going after the lively corpse while protecting the lit candle.
They truly were hideous. The Kests were comparable to dog-sized centipedes with a more flesh-like look to its skin, and their exterior matched their insides, the zombie's ministrations made sure any onlookers saw that. Slightly ahead of the group, Donovan came into range of a Kest while raising the candle to the front of his face, and projected a combination of fuel and toxic herbs from his mouth into the direction of the monster. The candle ignited the mix and in saliva's place was fire. The creature burned fiercely, its body curling up and what almost sounded like a small scream being emitting from its body. The rest of the Templars appeared shortly after, swinging their swords, firing their arrows, and using their magic to slay the beasts.
They rode back with their heads held high, some of them smiling and making jests even, while one of the higher ups in the squad glowered at Donovan, but decided to say nothing to him. He responded by simply staring back with a smile. Before the firebreather could grow tired of the natural scenery, the small squad had found their way to the camp and dispersed.