Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150502142033/@comment-5583506-20150523203607

Weakened by the blind spot in his guts, Geralt's sword cut clear through the neck of the Pale Man. The eyes of the resurrected Imperial rolled back into their sockets as a guttural sound left his throat, before the head rolled clear off his shoulders and landed with a soft thud in a pool of dirty water, while his body carried on for a few more metres before it toppled to the ground only a few inches away from Kay.

Then everything fell silent.

The birdlike creatures seemed to disapparate into nothingness. The flesh of the Pale Man's body began to bubble and burst as if it was boiling from within, slowly melting off the ancient bones of the executed criminal. The same thing happened to the head which was locked in a grimace imitating a silent scream. Skin, hair and muscles slowly slid off the skull into grotesque chunks. The eyes rolled out on their own.

When the bizarre phenomenon was all over, all that was left of the Pale Man was once again his bones and a grinning cranium, resting in a pool of his own tissues and liquids.

Sibern glared at the body. He had never believed in the supernatural. But in the end it was just as Embla had told him; he needed to open his mind for the impossible. And that he had. That was how he had managed to finally figure out the weakness of the Pale Man. The resurrected criminal was no more, and never again would he rise.

"It... it is over..." sighed Sibern.