Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160212164509

((One more won't hurt, so thanks for joining Max. You can start off whenever.))

"Ah. I see we have a few other things in common. Me meself art cursed, just like you. Poor sods, aren't we?"

The knight melancholicly chuckled. "Seems the Undead have a new birthing place. Another generation, even. Such as those pesky creatures that come from the husks of trees, so too do the Undead - but with husks of flesh."

"Surely there must be something else - perhaps a task was appointed - a whisper or a voice - that must have given you a reason, no?" (See intro post)

"I'm afraid I can't remember what was said, which is all too unfortunate. Regardless, I'm afraid I do not care all too much. Perhaps it would be best if we all simply lost our minds and become a part of another husk that would birth another Undead? Not a care in the world, and ere the break of day.."

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As Dunistair and the Undead, if they would follow him, headed towards the forest, some warriors chased them, but a large portion of them sticked behind for unknown reasons. Those who were abit braver followed him up to the border of the graveyard, but remained in place as they shrieked helpessly as their prey escaped.

Some of the stronger Undead were even as fearless as to place his feet on the vegatation surrounding the forest, although he quickly backed off once the large pine trees kept him in the shadows and blotted out the sun.