//Well, in response to Ein's post, I'll lengthen Kerig's and Weloss' post\
Back in the, now stranded, main island of Kandarin, a small pile of dry ground began to move...
It twitched a little at first, and suddenly, a somewhat large hand erupted from it.
A gray-haired head followed shortly.
"Pfft!" Kerig spat some of the earth in his mouth out "That was one nap! I feel great!"
A familiar voice echoed in his mind...
"About time you lazy bum woke up" Weloss told him, appearing to be quite displeased.
"Do you even know what was going on?"
Kerig scracthed his forehead, and decided it would be best to get up first.
He whipped the dirt off his clothing, not minding the little remaining on his gloves.
"So..." He said, seemingly blissfull as he started walking in a random direction "Why don't you tell me what was going on?"
If Weloss had physical hands, he would have used the chance to slap Kerig. As smart as Weloss considered Kerig to be, such attitude would have earned at least a slap and a random insult. He decided to skip both.
"You were sleeping." he said, at first, calmly, and then suddenly his tone became furious "FOR A WHOLE YEAR! At least that is what it seemed like, you hibranating little... And as for you being underground when you woke up, well, some local kids just found you and thought it would be funny to bury you under the castle walls."
Kerig stopped. He just realised the castle had mostly disappeared, save for the main building. The village around it had completly disappeared as well, leaving nothing but rubble behind.
"Yeah, well, that necromancer made short work of those kids" Weloss added "So I guess we could thank him when we meet him. And yes, he got rid of all which seems to be missing, numbskull."
Kerig suddenly remembered he was supposed to meet the said "necromancer".
He smiled happily as he rose an inch above the ground and began gliding away.
"Let's find Mistah Crow-Nose!"
A while later, after gliding over water for some time, Kerig came upon another battered landscape. He wasn't going in a straight line, as he wasn't sure where to go, but he was certain he will find what he was looking for.
He noticed a crumbling wall nearby, and ruined millitiary complex in the distance. Around it, he noticed, some people were granted artificial life, leading him to believe the necromancer he was looking for was there. He hastened on, increase his glide's "pace", if one could call it that.
He admired those around him as he went by them.
"Aww, look, Weloss, they are so cute, it's like he keeps many happy string puppets together as friends!" he said, as if it really was the nicest sight to behold.
Weloss didn't reply, as he only wished they would get there sooner...
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Fernis was bummed. She was stuck in a series of caves. With Tjed's millitiary. Carrying out a request for a person who turned into a sword. And for what? To get names.
Finding the very thought of her situation disturbing, Fernis hurried over to the winged man calling himself Duillin, as he held on to Iduran.
Having earlier left Elphos behind to help tend the wounded (since healing runes was what he made most progress with), she had to go through the soldiers and their many stares alone.
In her hand, she was carrying a strange looking metal sheath. It was completly and throughly etched with runes, both inside and outside. Fernis had been working on this for several houres, and she knew it still had the chance of not working.
She still had to try.
Finally, she found Duillin. She didn't even bother to check if he is busy. She just turned to him and flatly spoke out-
"You. I need to have Iduran. Or, prefferably, just take him and come with me."
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Yaaaaaaawn.
Iskatyl began stretching as he woke up from his sleep.
Those port inns of Tjed really were nice. Much nicer than the wilderness, at least.
He pulled on his clothing, wrapped himself in his indigo cloak,tucked the knife in his belt, and left the room.
He politely said goodbye and thank-you to the innkeeper as he left, worried of his big brother. He heared that recently an entire ship's crew was recently killed and the killer's identity was unknown, so he automatically assumed it to be his brother's doing. He knew his brother came to Tjed.
His brother was definetly here...
Somewhere...
He left the port and began walking, following the road, hoping to run into Zakon...
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Ah, the night sky. Barely clouded, and the moonlight was so very pleasant.
A perfect night for the joy of cleansing.
Zakon's cloths gently waved in the cool night breeze as he stepped on several unsuspecting daisies, approaching a local farmhouse.
It has been several days since he massacred an entire ship's crew just as it arrived at it's destination, Tjed, and he already felt the familiar tingle called bloodlust.
Although somewhat disappointed in himself for being so impatient, his steps toward the dimly lit farmhouse were light, silent and steady.
By the snoring and talking coming from the old wooden shack, he assumed there was a rather young family living there.
A young couple, not yet in their thirties, and their two sons, to be exact.
Zakon found the very thought of cleansing such juicy targets very delightful, and proceeded to approach the door.
It was locked. How typical, he thought.
Taking out a knife strapped to his belt, he began to closely observe the lock. After a few moments he apparently found what he was looking for, as he smiled lightly to himself and slashed the lock, splitting it clean into two smaller pieces.
Opening the door was no feat now. All left now was to make sure all is cleansed.
Inside, in a candle lit, small and undecorated room, was the entire family-
The red-nosed father, whom Zakon assumed to be drunk, and a baby wrapped in plain cheap cloth, were sleeping together peacefully on a simple wooden bed, without even a pillow or a blanket to cover them.
Nearby, on plain round wooden stools, by a fireplace charred black, sat the two remaining family members, apparently having a conversation before his arrival, now staring in horror.
He noticed how they were both poorly dressed in rags, but each one was holding a candle. He thought it to be stupid, to waste candles when one is poor and cold, when one can use a nearby fireplace instead.
Suddenly, the woman screamed. How unpleasant. The baby soon joined the mother by crying, almost causing Zakon a headache.
The red-nosed man rolled off the bed lazily, almost causing the baby to fall along with him, and uttered a curse as his face hit the hard, wooden floor.
However, the man's nose quickly lost it's red color when he became pale, and whilst the baby's screaming stopped, a small leg and a kidney rolled down before his eyes.
As pale as he was, he did not have a chance to join the woman's screaming in the baby's place, as the only thing remained connected to his head was his left, bulky arm.
The crimson color of blood painted the floor as Zakon sliced through the bigger child's head with one hand and grabbed the woman's neck with the other.
She struggled, trying to free herself. To run. To scream for help.
But it was of no use. She choked, holding both her hands against the arm lifting her into the air by her neck.
No, the death of this one would be special. One like never before.
Zakon didn't care both candles were now on the floor, that the plain wooden shack would easily catch fire...
He threw the woman into the air, and, in that instant, his image blurred.
As he reappeared behind her, bent down on one knee and crossing his hands before his face as if in self defense, the woman burst and fell apart, like an old, broken doll.
No joint was left connected, and yet her internal organs fell on the floor being completely intact, as if all he did was take her apart. Barely any blood actually spilled on the floor, even though there were over a dozen pieces.
Zakon smiled to himself, feeling pleased and fulfilled. He indulged himself in the excitement he felt as he stared at what was left beginning to burn...
A while later, Zakon decided that it was enough watching for one night, and left the burning, crumbling shack.
As he walked away, he noticed the daisies he stepped on earlier. Tsk, such cruelty. To kill, but not to do so absolutely, is plain cruelty.
He stopped and pondered as to whether he should take the time to slice up the flowers as well, and noticed his shirt caught some fire. He quickly put it out, as it wasn't too serious.
Truly, tonight is already pleasant. But the night is not over yet...
