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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 2625496" data-attributes="member: 2561">Ba'aktar's ears pricked up at the horrendous sound that followed him down the hallway. Had the undead followed them across the lake? At the lead scout's beckon he returned to the main room. It wasn't quite what he had expected. They shouldn't have been alive, and yet they were, and fully concious of their injuries. Trapped in a perpetual state of dying. Another vile experiment, perhaps intended to make these people more effective in battle? Sure, now the cultist's would not have to fear death when they entered battle, but at a time like this he imagined they would embrace, were they given the choice. All this noise was a problem, so Ba'aktar did his part and started beating the closest 'undying' until they fell silent or were no longer capable of making noise.Once that was out of the way he resumed his path towards the children's cells."Call me Ba'aktar, or Bruno if that works, don't matter," he says to the group following him, "Who here can handle locks?"</blockquote>