Blood sprayed from the dismembered torso that was once, and perhaps still is, Hentre. His head screamed at Ba'aktar as the half-orc hacked his way through the halfling's arms, leaving him nothing but an unliving head and chest.
Ru looked around, calling to Jovik, but he was deep in what seemed to be a very serious conversation with one of the children. It took Ru a minute to pick up on it, but it seemed that with the gory display occurring before them, the children were completely oblivious to it, instead staring at the conversation that Jovik was having.
Vulgrath stood tall once more before Taran. "Thank you my son, I think I can take it from here." His hands gesture and glow brightly, illuminating the area briefly as his powerful healing magics surge through his body, repairing the damage that Hentre had caused easily.
"I do not know who that man is," Vulgrath starts, "but I know who he was. You might not remember him Taran, but he grew up here with his brother, Ulam. They were the boys that we thought had been taken by ghouls over a decade ago, seems he finally made it home."
Ghost had his hand deep in his pocket as the elderly elf healed before his eyes, but there was something else, had anybody else seen?
Ghost:
[sblock]As Vulgrath's wounds healed, had the lines on his face deepened? Did his hair get a little greyer? Was it just his imagination or was the elf a little more frail?[/sblock]
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