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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1050028" data-attributes="member: 13493">A rattle from a small worn leather pouch, the pouch is opened and numerous small bones scatter upon the ground in a pattern that only the figure who cast them can read, the figure being a necromancer afterall. The figure is of moderate height and slender as is the want of his race. His ears slightly pointed and his skin the darkened brown of his race, the Dark Elves, the fallen, the shamed. His cloak covered in leaves from the various trees of the surrounding forest. On the backside of his cloak scraps of cloth hung loosely. The elf crouches down upon rune covered boots to stare carefully at the bones sniffing them and muttering softly to himself. He was Delver, a servant of Gaia's death and spiritual aspects, and his experiences left him not quite all there...Delver pauses in his sniffing and looks up, his dark piercing eyes seeing something only they can see. A boy stands before him, thre wicked claw marks having shredded half the childs face and his body looked as though it had been gnawed upon by some beast of the forest, the thing was, it had."Hello there." Delver says as he stands up, his bone necklace rattling "do you know anything to do with that?" he points a finger to the pattern of bones. This particular pattern speaking of dire portents.The boy nods "You've gotta help us." he says, his erie voice sounding as though comming from afar and carried upon the wind. "Children are dying.""Children die all the time," Delver said casually "It is the natural way of life, death." He crouches down to begin scooping up his bones."But these children wont be able to play with me." the boy says on the verge of crying ethereal tears. Delver lifts a brow as a little girl appears next to him her head bloody and her neck twisted at a wrong angle, Delver had spoken to her before, she had fallen out of a tree while playing in the woods. "We wont have any friends, they'll all be gone!" she half moans half sobs.Delver thinks a moment before he looks to the girl again "Their spirits and souls are probably moving on little one, to the next life and to their god." he said softlyBoth the girl and the boy shake their heads insistantly as another boy appears, this ones leg was had vicious marks in them, like some monsters maw had bitten down hard. The same marks were on his arms. This boy had fallen into a next of bear traps and bled to death, his name was Thomas. All three speak in unison "There is nothing natural about oblivion," Delvers eyes widen ever so slightly "The soul and the spirit cease to exist and might as well never have been." the dead children continued. "You must help us.""Allright then," Delver says turning to pick up a long sword and a crossbow as well as various pouches. He also picks up one sack with numerous oddly shaped buldges within. "Where to." He knows better than to get more specific in his inquiries, spirits being cryptic at best, often more than he."The village of Green." the children spoke pointing towards the mountains. Delver nods and double checks to make sure he has everything before the scraps of cloth upon his back stretch out into odd looking skeletal wings, they begin to flap lifting him from the ground with their enchantments of flight. He looks back at his hut and the surrounding forest without worry for leaving it alone, the spirits will keep it safe, they always have after all; he thinks smiling to himself.</blockquote>

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