Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150327200913/@comment-24736819-20150421200546

"More what?", the old witch asked, although she knew they wanted more information. That was when blood started to splash everywhere from the recently chopped off hand.

"Aiyeeeeeee!", the witch screeched in pain and twisted on the ground as her blood showered everything within the witch's radius.

"More informantion, bitch...I mean, witch.", Dracius smirked as he started to clean the blood from his blade.

"Our Master...he wanted us to bring the Wolf's brother back to life and so we did...or our monarch did. She bind herself in the spell.", the witch sobbed, "The Shapeshifter flew away and captured the Wolf's wife and children as our Lord commanded him to torment the Wolf. Unfortunately, for us, the Wolf tracked them all the way here and fought his brother alongside two others...eventually winning and retrieving his puppies while the Master already gave the other children, which were not the Wolf's children, back to the Son of Mora. Our Monarch and the Shapeshifter fled together, afraid of what the Master could do and the Wolf left, carrying everyone else he cared... Our coven was destroyed in the process, several of us died. Several. The worst part is that our Master, the Old One, didn't even appeared to punish us. Nothing, we were left here to die as the cave crumbled on our heads."

The witch seemed confused and she had probably mixed a few of the information, going back and forth as she spoke.