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Topic Started: Fri Jan 28, 2011 8:29 am (159 Views)
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Haunted… That’s what tales said of this old place… Perhaps there were spirits here, something dead more than the mindless undead that wandered, ignoring the large creature that walked amongst them, it smelled just as dead as they did. The being known as Sucher walked at a slow pace through, glancing around for any signs of spirits, ghosts lost, to capture and to feed on, to send to the afterlife.

They must have recognized what he was, he saw nothing more than the savage walking corpses wandering about, nothing interesting, a pestering nuisance. A trip to this dead place, and nothing to show for it. His hunger wasn’t uncontrollable, it could go at least a few weeks before he would begin to urge for a soul to feast upon.

Bahez looked up to the dark cloudy sky above, not intimidated by its low churning and rumbling, it was all show before it would rain down a few moments later, it was nothing to worry about, but still he worried, sitting down upon the stone remains of an old building, he scratched below his red glowing eye, his gaze now firmly locked on the ground his feet rested upon.

He couldn’t return without at least several spirits, and the source of his troubles wouldn’t accept too much delay. It was actually somewhat funny, this situation that Bahez was in, in was funny in a morbid way. A warrior of his stature, controlled by utter fear. He began to wonder why he was cursed with this damn existence, why the gods that his father and mother, and their fathers and mothers, continuing so far back, that so many generations had served, would curse him so much when he could recount nothing deserving of this fate.

He wasn’t a warrior, he was just a controlled beast by this point, forced to live to the name of Soul Stealer, for that was all he was at this point.
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