Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160215171021

As their eyelids became heavy, they found themselves stuck in a distorted plane, but in the exact same location where they previously were, only with three distinc colours visible - black, grey and white. The cottage and its surroundings were enveloped by a thick gloomy mist with streaks of white and grey phasing in and out, before these streaks of brightness revealed the obfuscating figures that stood withing.

Four figures made themselves visible to them. From afar, they looked like simple silhouettes, until they suddenly reappeared close tot he party of Undead.

The first figure appearad as a humanoid demonic looking being, with wicked talons attached to his hands and bare feet, clad with grey skin. He was mesomorphic in appearance, although he stood atleast three heads above every other figure including the Undead. He had an ugly visage, and four horns were molded into his forehead. He wore a large black flowing cape and his eyes lacked pupils, only a black void instead.

The second one was a woman about the same length as a normal mortal, amply dressed and with an hour glass figure. She had a mischievous smile and had a gray hood covering her face, only revealing whatever was below the bridge of her nose. She placed her hands on her breasts as she ran them down towards her sides, before her smile curled into a smirk.

The third figure was another male, who, instead of standing up like the rest, sat on the stump of a nearby tree. He was clad in an abundance of grey and black rags, each of them being atleast two meters long. A sickly stench eminated from the being as a small miasma of sickly grey corrupted a small radius of his surroundings.

The fourth and final spectre was obscured by a mass of tendrils that entirely covered up and concealed his or her body. Through these tendrils only a mouth was visible. As the creature grinned, sharpened yellow teeth could be seen.

These creatures suddenly spoke in unison as they gazed down at the undead, in a montone manner that seemed befitting of the creatures talking to insignificant and disgusting beings, which went against the contents of their dialogue.

"Brave Undead warriors, you have journeyed far to this becursed land, and fallen amidst strange creatures.

Every single on of thine ilk was birthed from a husk made of thine kind.

Should you fail in your true task, thine bodies will serve as fertile soil for other Undead that will come after, and thine spirits will linger as vengeful spectres in masquerades, forever unable to reach tranquility.

Should thee decline thine destined task, we shall sees't to it that thou shalt regret it.

But we have not descended down to threaten, but go recommend and inform.

Thine ilk was birthed from the ash of an unfair battle fought, and by the very nature of life and death itself. All of you have become the guardians of this world, and the executioner of those as the same kind as the Bethrotaled One.

Should each of you be willing to listen, we shals't explain how to save this accursed world. If only to fill your lack of purpose in this dying realm."

The creatures fell silent, as they awaited a response. The woman chuckled, as she gazed towards Sebastien and ran her hands through the knight's helm, as if petting a beloved pet.

The Dispirited one however, simply sat in the cottage as he sharpened his greatsword with a whetstone, apparently unaware of whatever was happening. Once the Undead looked down towards their feet, they saw their own bodies, closing their eyes as these husks slept, implying they were in some sort of dream or illusion that seperated their mind from their bodies.

The figures eagerly awaited a response, as they phased in and out of this realm. It was hard to keep track of their presence and distorted movements as the night advanced.