Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160215225551

The woman placed a finger on her plump lips as she smirked at Dunistair, suprised that he was one of the only ones able to respond normally and without fear in his voice, even going as far as talking back to them in a matter she deemed disrespectful - although these creatures' ettiquette noticeably differed from theirs.

The one clothed in rags crossed his arms as he grinned at Jawan amd Fyr, noticeably amused by their reactions.

The demonic horned being started off, not particularly giving any attention towards their reactions, apparently apathetic towards them. His voice was rough and cold, but at the same time had an ill-tempered calmness to it.

"To the northeast lies a fortified city, walling out others of your ilk. These cowards that wallow in their misery deem every mortal and Undead a threat towards their nonexistent rule. Unable to be entered without the key."

"These beings can only be killed by thine kind, unfortunately." The woman interrupted as she stepped forwards, circling around the party of Undead as she spoke. Her body was visually pleasing to the eye and could make any man's heart race if it weren't for her otherwordly presence.

Judging by her voice, she was the same who had uttered the first words that they had heard upon becoming Undead.

She ran her hand across Dunistair's shoulderpad as she smiled, as if she was enticed by the knight - before moving on to Fyr as her smile turned into a pout, displeased by his silence. She continued.

"To the northwest, through the dark swamps and marshes that were left in the wake of a beast, lies an old and ruined city. This proud city had a cathedral devoted to the dying lords that were formerly worshipped.

A close mortal allie to these gods hid away the key to the city, involuntarily luring a hidden beast that assaulted it. The aftermath was disastrous and now only remnants of this beast are left."

She walked over to Jawan, as her pout curled into wicked grin.

"Remnants you all will have to defeat." She added.

"Other Undead will aid you if given the chance, but some have strayed from their purpose." She said as she looked sideways at Sebastien, still unaware of what his allies were going through.

"Or are soon to be disposed of."

"You will venture through this land, head to the city, infiltrate the church, defeat the mortal who guards over it, and will acquire the key." The ragged figure summarized.

"You are not the first ones who have attempted it. And hopefully, not the last." His voice was clear and calm, which was rather strange for someone with his appearance. That last bit he added rather sarcastically.