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"Aw beansh!" Mukbar had a feeling that this was going to get very bad very quickly.

Mukbar was at the back of the ragged band. The dead one, who for some reason did not seem to acknowledge him, was obsessed with finding a sword. Mukbar had a sword, he wasn't needing it and would have gifted it but the man just didn't look at him, the whole trip. It was a nice sword too, a...

"AW BEANSH!" The sudden revival of Nicomo shocked Mukbar into falling over backwards. His butt hit the sand like a sack of spuds. "OW!! I, washn't... I thought hee wash dead!"

The earth moved, Mukbar moved. Now that there was noise to summon him. Standing was okay, until he had to move and then he felt the excess water weigh him down. He would take hours to dry out again to his normal consistency. Shambling over to the general area of the others he kept his body...

He never liked the sea. Now he fucking hated it. The thing that came out of the water was ponderously slow. Heavier than it had ever been and once or twice it's arm sloosed off and plopped back into the salty water. Reconstitution was difficult and it hurt. Mukbar, or what was currently left of...

"Aw beansh!" Mukbar cursed himself for getting greedy again. It was not the first time his eyes were bigger than his pockets. "Hey, we don't need the knife here. I wash jusht picking up your trash. I was gonna give it back, honesht!" As his captor began to urge him forward Mukbar passed the...

Mukbar laid low, unnaturally so under the walkway of the bar and while the others were puffing up their chests outside the short and dirty creature in the shape of a man slid along the ground unseen and unheeded to emerge at the rear of the now dismounted rhino cavalry. Opportunity was the...

"Ow beansh!" The short figure who only wanted to be left alone and have a little break from the relentless heat outside found a lot had happened in the blink of an eye. While others stood he ducked and crawled along the floor of the dar room to seclusion. Everyone was noisy but he just had to...

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Being bludgeoned down was not as troublesome for Ser Stonnard as it would a living for but still his power was clearly outmatched by the raw might of his opponent. "ENOUGH!" Making a sacrifice no mortal man might ever dare he let a powerful overhead strike beat on his shield once, twice and...

The advantage of Stonnards position was made obvious. As Ser Nathaniel took breath Stonnard did not. His undead body could fight for hours, for days and never tire. "FEELING WINDED SER?" He gave a rasping taunt and pointed his blade at the Paladin. "YOU ARE SKILLED INDEED. IN LIFE I THINK I...

In life he was Stonnard Barrows. A hedge knight of little note but The Master had made him again, gifted him power and bestowed upon him great purpose. These dead were to weaken, serve and strike fear into the hearts of mortal and they had until the Knight Nathaniel came upon them. Unlike lesser...

Xarrall had many names. Great Priest of the Living Waters. The voice of Ashu. Holy King of the Forgotten City. "I am Xarrall." His voice was death strained through a siv. "I have travelled from the great desert." His mouth did not move as he spoke but it was sound, definitely and not...

The vast distance of corporeal reality was nothing to the vast oceans of time and Xarrall, High Priest of The Parting Rivers was no stranger to either. His undead countenance preserved by the embalming rituals of his ancient long dead priesthood he floated above the walkways accompanied by his...