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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SelcSilverhand" data-source="post: 6160863" data-attributes="member: 30016">Kraken's strike perfectly bisects the creature's head as it lunges forward one last time. The creature falls limp to the ground though its limbs continue to twitch and claw at the ground. You don't hear any more sounds come down the hall other than the intermittent hiss of escaping steam.The man behind you says "It's not dead, they never are. They take the bodies when you aren't looking. There are always more. They take you, infect you, make you into them. I saw them, saw them walk around like dead men." He sits down with his back to a wall and cradles his head. You can hear him quietly saying over and over "Never should have come". Now that you have a moment, you get a better look at him. He appears to be a young man in his early twenties. His hair is brown where it isn't soot and oil stained. His clothes look sturdy but they are filthy and torn in numerous places. He carries no pack but has a flattened waterskin and some small pouches on his belt. He looks gaunt and hungry. Now that he isn't waving it around his cracked wand has reduced itself to a dull glow and has stopped spitting sparks.</blockquote>