Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160504084115

((I'll rezz ya abit further away, abit closer to the city. The others will arrive shortly.))

The remains of Jericho seemingly dissipated, as the same colourless grey and white streaks devoured Jericho's torso and head, which was seperated from his body.

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Jericho widened his eyes as he felt air once again filling up his lungs. He woke up in the middle of a simple, but rather large mound. He could briefly see the colourless streaks leaving his body before dissapearing entirely.

Looking around him, he could spot a few sad creatures kneeling in front of him, but they did not seem to notice the redguard. They were about four to five feet tall, and had long, dark hoods pulled over their heads, obfuscating their face. Their skin was bloated, charred and grey. Their wrinkly hands grasped small makeshift staffs, and they all carried small knapsacks which hung loosely from their shoulders. They wore raggedy brown cloaks, but Volkin's armor was much more resilient against harsh weathers.

Around him, he could see a few wooden planks sticking out of the ground around the mound in which he was ressurected, probably marking other people that could not go on any longer.

He found himself a mile or two from the huge walls of the city of Jehanna, which stood solitary and menacing in the distance. The outer walls seemed deserted, but he could see a few figures approaching the main gate from afar.

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Richard briefly looked at the Undead that had returned. He noticed the redguard wasn't with them, much to his amusement. He gave a snicker, before turning his gaze towards Jehanna.

"Now that that's done, surely we can continue." He muttered to himself as he started walkibg towards the fortified city in the distance.

"There is a cemetery not so far off. He will be there waiting for us, I bet."