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Nonya Graveyard

The rotting corpse stalked silently through the misty graveyard. The passenger inside of it propelled it forward as a test of it's capabilities. The flesh twisted and moved oddly in limping and awkward steps, often dragging it's feet, but it's motor skills were adequate for movement. The potent sludge of the creatures essence slithered through the withered bodies veins and kept it sewed together. In some areas it even started to regenerate parts. Small patches of dried skin started to take on green and purple hues. It seemed that the vessel's mutations were coming along better then the passenger expected.

The creature deemed body fine so far for a host, but it needed more subjects to test it's influence on. Especially with the small traces of death magic still in it's container's husk. shuffling along it smelt something in the air. Something was nearby. Young. Fresh in blood. Alone. It started to move toward the source of the smell. After a moment it spotted two people entering the graveyard in the distance. Teenagers. A male and a female.

The creature slowly crept toward them.

The Hilarts, southern border

"I swear to the Gods themselves, kid, you sure know how to get in trouble!"

"I am not I child! My name is Uhgahat! I've faced two tribe wars!" The Hilart scout shouted as the other man carried him away. Uhgahat was only twenty-two but Hilarts usually considered a person to be an adult around the age of fourteen years. He struggled and protested for the other man to put him down but to no avail. Even though he knew he probably wouldn't have been able to run far with his injury it still felt a little shameful for a Hilart to be carried away form a fight by an outsider.

When he was finally set down his tribesmen surrounded the guardsman and held him at spear point. Uhgahat rouse waving his hands and shouting. "Hili! Hili! Filu-za Hir jhata. Shee zaka Fu Loko urko hol!" The Riders looked at him hesitantly, then one spotted the small horde of 'shadlowlings'. With a shout of "HORIDA" the assembled raid party drove into motion. They group separated into three. One group, barring torches, rode in a wide circle around the enemy flank. They set fire to the brush as they went, making a wall of fire along the attackers side.

The second group, armed with bows, went along the opposite flank and launched a volley into the shadowling ranks.

The third group picked up Uhgahat and the guardsman and put them onto the back of a pair of horses. The riders rode off with the both of them toward the Hilart camp. Their priority was to tend to Uhgahat's wound and ask him and the guardsman just what, in the name of the gods, just happened.

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