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~Twilight~	Jan 17 2008, 03:39 PM
Ing Freak Posts: 693 Group: Roleplayer Member #10 Joined: Jan 8, 2008	Everius had followed the main road through the slums, not wanting to waste any more time than necessary, which was partially the reason for him not wanting to bother with that little weird brat a while earlier, he was glad that she came though, as she made the annoying soldiers and that mage go away, he still didnt know what happened to the wolves, but he didnt care as long as they didnt get in his way. He was almost back to the barracks when he suddenly felt a ripple... To him it was barely noticable, but the dark intentions in it made it more "pronounced" to him than anything else in his surroundings. It was very unlikely for a Soul Cursed to possess normal magic, but they still possessed the ability to discern it if they were experienced enough. When he felt the "call", he stopped and looked around, instantly grabbing the hilt of his large broadsword. He did not like the feeling it gave him, not one bit... By now he guessed that Darthanis was heading back to the barracks, as well as all others that was "attuned" to magic, or whatever that call had been. Everius let go off the swords hilt and continued walking towards the barracks, still being cautions of his surroundings however as he didnt know what to expect. When he got back to the Barracks Everius noted that most of the "special guests" had already arrived, and only a short while after it seemed the rest had gathered there, he wasnt sure, nor cared, about keeping track of all of them though so he might have missed one or two. Either way, when Darthanis explained the situation a grin spread on Everius lips, so they would fight undead huh? Undead infected by this "Red Death", most interesting. If they were anything special as Darthanis seemed to claim them to be, he might even find it fun. --- Some distance away, ontop of the largest building in the city three silhoutes could be seen, if one managed to look through the intense rain. If one was closer they would notice that it was indeed three cloaked figures standing there, gazing down at the city. "Did you feel it?" The largest of the cloaked figures said in a deep male voice that had a barely audible echo too it, as he turned to look at the other two one might be able to discern the bright golden eyes inside the hood that covered his head and cloaked his face in shadows. "Yes, how could I have missed it? With the ruckus caused by it I'm surprised that the humans didnt notice" The second figure answered with a voice that might fit into a woman in her thirties, and while the cloak covered most of her body it was not hard to see it was indeed a woman up close, however none of her face was visible inside the hood, it was shrouded in complete darkness. "Should we help?" A third figure said, it was the shortest of the three and from the voice it was hard to discern wheter it was a boy or a younger woman, and no features was discernable either. "No... We will watch, for now." The first person said, the two others nodded in acknowledgement, and then as a bolt of lightning lit up the sky they were gone. OOC: The plot thickens.


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