Gnarl began to descend down the steps to the Dungeon where the air smelled worse than your backstabbing wench of a mother. Giggling because he had made another mom joke in his head Gnarl reached the bottom and looked around the ire dungeon with a small smile. “Ah...the memories of this place. It was like it was only yesterday” he said to himself as he looked around and thought how great it was that the dungeon survived for the most part. “Master Day will be most pleased that something other then the forge survived” he said as he went deeper into the dungeon entering the cell where a corpse of a female paladin laid all mangled and abused. Gnarl made a noise showing how disgusted with this being but was pleased that she was dead.
“Wench” he said as he kicked her corpse over turning her right-side-up and went about her belongings. He knew that the reason Cayle was not reviving was because of the fact that his remains had been completely destroyed by this wench some time shortly before the core imploded. He watched as the tower’s energies began entering the cell and toward the corpse’s pouch where he pulled out a ring belonging to master Cayle. He smiled because the tower did not need his remains, no that made it easier but this ring, this object which was always with Cayle would do just fine as a reconstruction focus. He tossed it into the air as the energies of the tower began to reconstruct Cayle out of nothing starting with the finger that went into the ring, after finishing his revival he fell to the ground naked “Ah welcome back. There’s no time to waste we have one more person to awaken come along.” he said as he led Cayle down deeper into the cold dark dungeons with only Gnarl’s little lantern for light.
There was a special prisoner imprisoned here at the furthest level of the dungeon so far that even Cayle did not know existed. There laid the impaled corpse of Eratio who had an interesting emotional episode during the siege on the tower, he had been doing things in favor of the enemy to the point where restraining and sending him to the dungeon was the only option but not before he quickly changed personalities and began slaughtering the enemy. Even though he had done this he was still a danger because his personality kept shifting. Gnarl approached the corpse and begun to watch as the energies of the tower started to also enter the corpse but something was amiss.
The corpse began to flinch and experience convulsions. Reaching out, Gnarl put his hand on the corpse’s forehead, hoping to qualm the resting general. Instead, he felt a force reach out towards his existence. The energy was powerful, and its composition appeared to be constructed from the emotion of fear. Withdrawing his palm Gnarl acted quickly jumping backwards, as the energy followed Gnarl’s hand leaving the body of the deceased general. Its appearance in the dungeon was disheartening, as the red cloud of mist possessing distorted movements, did not speak but instead made screeches and groans similar to an animal under the effects of rabies. Surging after Gnarl, the force began spread throughout the underground chamber. Obligate into a combat situation, Gnarl moved into action, spreading out his hands and creating a magical field that connected all of his fingers. The design of his movements, conjured a great light that would have blinded any in the room. It was effective, and the groans of the monster could still be heard echoing across dungeon as it fled into the reaches of the dark. After the spirit was gone the General’s body began to revive as normal with out any influences.
“Wench” he said as he kicked her corpse over turning her right-side-up and went about her belongings. He knew that the reason Cayle was not reviving was because of the fact that his remains had been completely destroyed by this wench some time shortly before the core imploded. He watched as the tower’s energies began entering the cell and toward the corpse’s pouch where he pulled out a ring belonging to master Cayle. He smiled because the tower did not need his remains, no that made it easier but this ring, this object which was always with Cayle would do just fine as a reconstruction focus. He tossed it into the air as the energies of the tower began to reconstruct Cayle out of nothing starting with the finger that went into the ring, after finishing his revival he fell to the ground naked “Ah welcome back. There’s no time to waste we have one more person to awaken come along.” he said as he led Cayle down deeper into the cold dark dungeons with only Gnarl’s little lantern for light.
There was a special prisoner imprisoned here at the furthest level of the dungeon so far that even Cayle did not know existed. There laid the impaled corpse of Eratio who had an interesting emotional episode during the siege on the tower, he had been doing things in favor of the enemy to the point where restraining and sending him to the dungeon was the only option but not before he quickly changed personalities and began slaughtering the enemy. Even though he had done this he was still a danger because his personality kept shifting. Gnarl approached the corpse and begun to watch as the energies of the tower started to also enter the corpse but something was amiss.
The corpse began to flinch and experience convulsions. Reaching out, Gnarl put his hand on the corpse’s forehead, hoping to qualm the resting general. Instead, he felt a force reach out towards his existence. The energy was powerful, and its composition appeared to be constructed from the emotion of fear. Withdrawing his palm Gnarl acted quickly jumping backwards, as the energy followed Gnarl’s hand leaving the body of the deceased general. Its appearance in the dungeon was disheartening, as the red cloud of mist possessing distorted movements, did not speak but instead made screeches and groans similar to an animal under the effects of rabies. Surging after Gnarl, the force began spread throughout the underground chamber. Obligate into a combat situation, Gnarl moved into action, spreading out his hands and creating a magical field that connected all of his fingers. The design of his movements, conjured a great light that would have blinded any in the room. It was effective, and the groans of the monster could still be heard echoing across dungeon as it fled into the reaches of the dark. After the spirit was gone the General’s body began to revive as normal with out any influences.
