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Shuness blinks, amazed by what he's hearing.

Well. Isn't that a surprise.

He swears violently, then starts moving toward the back of the crowd.

(If this is true, this is going to be very.. interesting.)

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Saeldur swallows hard hearing the man speak and the commotion that follows.

I.. I've only ever heard stories of the Undead.. And.. I.. I don't like what I.. Hear.. Let us all hope t.. To Aeriel this man is lying..

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Josef makes his way to the Sanctuary slowly, to conduct the trade deal he had arranged. He had taken a horse to Solace from Arethor, but had to walk the rest of the way. Finally, he arrives at the Human tunnel and then enters the Sanctuary proper. Seeing the crowd, he goes to investigate. As soon as he hears the word Undead, everything changes. In the past, he would have immediately unsheathed his blade, preparing for war. But now... the old man only has memories. Those who have fallen race through his mind, one after the other. His breathing slows and blood rushes from his face. He thinks,

They have returned... they are back for me! How... how could this happen... They were supposed to be... they should have gone...

His old brain can't function like it once did. In confusion and despair Josef feels like he is falling into a deep, black hole that has no escape. With slow, staggering steps he turns and walks. Where, he doesn't know.

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*Looks upward and smiles darkly, his light red eyes taunting dark*

If our saviour were to return... Shall each great nation of Asulon burn to flames. We have anticipated the rebirth... We have anticipated it.

*licks his dry lips and darts a look from side to side*

Please may this be more than mere attention seeking poison.

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Relaxing within the large branches of a nearby tree, Ashur casually tosses a TAC mask at the Undead worshiper's feet, along with a snide remark in his rough, deep tone.

"Put a mask on, you look better when we can't see your face."

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The well-built Dark Elf swings downward, hanging upside-down on a large bough. "The only thing you're alerting the populace of is the fact that you're still too young to shave yourself."

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Mates cannae ye not see 's all a load o' old scaddernak shite. Iblees ain't returnin', there ain't no fackin' evil wizard tha's gannae kill us all. Calm yerselves down an' 'ave a good flagon o' ale.

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Patah watches the men, eyes showing deep sorrow he then stands up, tall and proud to preach his cause

"Oh men, of war and hate, We must join if this threat is true! For in these first moments, We decide our fate.."

Patah Then walks away with a clear grimace, his long white robe trailing behind, And a deep sorrow in his heart.

{{ If this is True, It should be... Fun~ :) ))

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He drops downward, turning mid-air to land in a crouching position as his overcoat slowly settles to the ground around him. The dark-green eyes that adorn his face narrow down to mere dull slits.

"If you've been carving the scribblings of a dead culture into your face for that long then you should be very much aware that history tends to repeat itself over the years."

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Elijah stares for a moment with a blank face, not really sure how to react to this doom call of the 'Undead'. He didn't remember enough of them to fear them, all he really recalls is the stories and how all the people here were originally from Aegis which they were forced to flee. He places his hand on his right hatchet handle for a moment, feeling the smooth wood thinking of what he should do if he comes face to face with one of these undead. This one says they are his brothers and that he will cast them aside. The others call lies, some obvious fear in their eyes. Then there are those who show insulting attitudes, this speaking of undead possibly stirring old memories. He sighs and carries on to tell Cabadath of this thinking he may have some say on the matter.

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Glares at Ashur.

I didn't carve this myself. Masochism was never much of a possibility. It is those with such unstable minds. Those too cautious to see to reason, who fall apart in the end.

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