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<< Judge me for what I have done till now, not for what I am going to do. >>
Those were the words Vorador uttered before summoning an undead, a zombie.
Those were also the last words Brimelle could hear in her head. She wanted to faint, she wanted to escape, but everything looked so blurred as she stared, paralyzed with fear, at the undead creature as it dissolved right in front of her party, rotting and turning to dust.
She blinked a few times, even shaking her head, as if willing to escape that nightmare, but the horror of such a disgusting creature encased her mind with fear. As Vorador approached the elf (the prisoner from a previous incursion in a bandit's lair) she had tied on her back and, consequently, her herself, she backed a little, a feeling of uneasiness overcoming her at the sight of the human mage. Mage? Shouldn't I be calling him a Necromancer? She asked herself, unsure even with her own thoughts.
Suddenly, Kon es Kaz grabbed the elf from the rope that tied his wrists, lifting him up from her equine back and pulling him towards the mage. Not having that weight anymore, Brimelle, almost unconsciously, found herself running towards the woods, away from the path where her party members where trying to intimidate their prisoner and convince him to explain the mystery behind the amulet he wore on the neck.
She started to gallop, but her legs suddenly felt so heavy that she couldn't move a hoof. She collapsed near a tree, using it's trunk as a sustain for her body. Instinctively, she brought a hand to her mouth as the acid retch of vomit made its way from her stomach to her esophagus. Soon enough a mixture of chewed grass, carrots, rabbit meat and tomatoes covered the grass she was bending upon. She coughed a few times, her mind going back to the scene she had just witnessed.
The earth shaking.
The undead raising.
Its gaze shifting between the various figures in front of it.
Its skin slowly decaying.
Its all body slowly decaying.
Nothing but dust.
That horrifying sensation that, once again, chained her mind and gnawed at her interiors made her vomit again, as her right hand clenched on the bulging imperfections of the tree beside her. Only a familiar voice came to break the curse she was afflicted with.
<< Brimelle! >>
She recognized it, it was Kon. But she still felt too tired to stand up and walk back to all of her "friends".
<< G-give me one minute! >>
She muttered in a cracked voice, barely audible over the natural sounds of the forest. Going back, she thought, why should I? I don't trust Kon es Kaz, that bigot minotaur is sure to bring us only trouble with his narrow minded conception of the world... and what about Ruru? I like him, he's a funny guy, but he is way too much... a Kender. Yes, that's it, he's too much of a Kender to be taken seriously. Though, maybe it's just me and I can't understand him fully. I can't understand anyone fully, especially Vorador. He was the only one I trusted, the only one who seemed to have some brain within himself and, aside that finger that wasn't -his- finger, he was a rather nice individual. Now...
She stopped. The image of that undead body decaying firmly impressing in her mind. Her thoughts started running wildly across her mind. Decay. Decay. Everything will decay. Everything I ever knew will decay. I will decay.
Before she could trail off much longer, another yell broke the silence of her surroundings.
<< Brimelle! >>
She sighed in relief.
<< I'm coming, I'm coming! >>
She got up, tried to clean herself of the few drops of vomit that stained her coat and walked back to the others.
She would never look at Vorador with the same eyes ever again.
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<< Judge me for what I have done till now, not for what I am going to do. >>
Those were the words Vorador uttered before summoning an undead, a zombie.
Those were also the last words Brimelle could hear in her head. She wanted to faint, she wanted to escape, but everything looked so blurred as she stared, paralyzed with fear, at the undead creature as it dissolved right in front of her party, rotting and turning to dust.
She blinked a few times, even shaking her head, as if willing to escape that nightmare, but the horror of such a disgusting creature encased her mind with fear. As Vorador approached the elf (the prisoner from a previous incursion in a bandit's lair) she had tied on her back and, consequently, her herself, she backed a little, a feeling of uneasiness overcoming her at the sight of the human mage. Mage? Shouldn't I be calling him a Necromancer? She asked herself, unsure even with her own thoughts.
Suddenly, Kon es Kaz grabbed the elf from the rope that tied his wrists, lifting him up from her equine back and pulling him towards the mage. Not having that weight anymore, Brimelle, almost unconsciously, found herself running towards the woods, away from the path where her party members where trying to intimidate their prisoner and convince him to explain the mystery behind the amulet he wore on the neck.
She started to gallop, but her legs suddenly felt so heavy that she couldn't move a hoof. She collapsed near a tree, using it's trunk as a sustain for her body. Instinctively, she brought a hand to her mouth as the acid retch of vomit made its way from her stomach to her esophagus. Soon enough a mixture of chewed grass, carrots, rabbit meat and tomatoes covered the grass she was bending upon. She coughed a few times, her mind going back to the scene she had just witnessed.
The earth shaking.
The undead raising.
Its gaze shifting between the various figures in front of it.
Its skin slowly decaying.
Its all body slowly decaying.
Nothing but dust.
That horrifying sensation that, once again, chained her mind and gnawed at her interiors made her vomit again, as her right hand clenched on the bulging imperfections of the tree beside her. Only a familiar voice came to break the curse she was afflicted with.
<< Brimelle! >>
She recognized it, it was Kon. But she still felt too tired to stand up and walk back to all of her "friends".
<< G-give me one minute! >>
She muttered in a cracked voice, barely audible over the natural sounds of the forest. Going back, she thought, why should I? I don't trust Kon es Kaz, that bigot minotaur is sure to bring us only trouble with his narrow minded conception of the world... and what about Ruru? I like him, he's a funny guy, but he is way too much... a Kender. Yes, that's it, he's too much of a Kender to be taken seriously. Though, maybe it's just me and I can't understand him fully. I can't understand anyone fully, especially Vorador. He was the only one I trusted, the only one who seemed to have some brain within himself and, aside that finger that wasn't -his- finger, he was a rather nice individual. Now...
She stopped. The image of that undead body decaying firmly impressing in her mind. Her thoughts started running wildly across her mind. Decay. Decay. Everything will decay. Everything I ever knew will decay. I will decay.
Before she could trail off much longer, another yell broke the silence of her surroundings.
<< Brimelle! >>
She sighed in relief.
<< I'm coming, I'm coming! >>
She got up, tried to clean herself of the few drops of vomit that stained her coat and walked back to the others.
She would never look at Vorador with the same eyes ever again.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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File Size 147 kB
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