Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160324202632

Abello rose his eyebrows at both Brolin and Dunistair, obviously thinking that this wasn't a time fit for arguing.

"Well, this 'circus freak' is not new to any of you. You got rid of him recently."

He placed his metal boot on the figure's shoulder, as he kicked him in front of the tombstone, revealing Abelkain, unmasked, due to the fact that Dunistair had taken his hood. The abscence of it revealed his charred face, similar to the peasants that were outside of the village. It was pitch black, and his eyes were small grey slits. He stared blankly in front of him as he kept mumbling to himself in the same monotone voice, clearly not aware of the presence of others even after being kicked.

"This is what happens if you die a little too often. Him.. accusing me of things was probably one of the first stages of insanity kicking in. Now.. well, he's just an empty husk of charred, rotten flesh. He'll be part of a burial mound soon, and will birth another Undead to this world soon enough." Abello explained as he looked down at his attacker with pity.

"That's destined to happen. Might have heard it before, but when an Undead loses his purpose, he is used as a catalyst for the next generation of afflicted. That's how this cycle goes. You were all born out of husks. Might have been other brave Undead trying to stop cowardly beings that made up yours.

Well, atleast you know a little bit more about the background. Not that it'll do much for you, but a little more knowledge could never hurt, right?"