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         Morigan sighed as she looked at the field in front of her. She was not a runner... Sure she could dodge but running a field in 20 seconds? No not in Morigan's skill set....

Morigan watched the others and saw for the most part they where using powers of some kind. that gave Morigan an idea... she pulled out one of her master's old tomes and paged though it till she found the page labeled Death Gate..


Morigan read the page...

Death Gate

By taking the life of one of your minions or the life of an enemy you can use their lifeforce to open a portal to anywhere within a mile by uttering the words Synis Mortis Portilis as you stab them in the heart.

If done correctly your dark magic should drain into the victim causing them to explode into a shadowy portal. This done simply picture the place you wish to travel as you step into the gate.

Note: you can bring others with you but it is not recommended as their thoughts may hinder the portal from opening in the right place.



Morigan drew her dagger and stabbed one of her undead Guards as she shouted "Synis Mortis Portilis!"

The undead groaned in pain as he burst into a portal. Morigan stepped into the portal and both her and the portal vanished...

Two seconds later the portal reappeared on the other side of the the field and Morigan stepped out unharmed.

"Well that was a trip..." Morigan stated as her remaing two guards came over to join her the undead knowing their place and not saying a word about what just happened.

         As Kodan followed, with his eyes were fixated on the treetops, deep in thoughts of his own when he heard Morigan call. In typical fashion for Kodan, he opened his mouth to answer when he was interrupted by the undead guard cutting him off. Kodan would by lying if he said he didn't feel some vindication from the swift silencing of him. When the question was posited again, Kodan's mind delved into his earlier memories.

He had only been bought by his last master a few days ago, and his servant training was underway. His fur was still mangy and patchy, frame paper thin. So thin, in fact, the well tailored uniform they had given him hung off him as if suspended by his shoulders alone. He sat alone in the small servants quarters they had locked him into after his day of forced training. He was sore, but not from the work. Their favorite training device seemed to be a large axe handle, used on the back of the knees at full force. Kodan's then small mind was absolutely baffled why he was here, why they were forcing him put ceramic discs on a table, why he was wearing these clothes.

His eye caught the empty plate he had finished some time ago. At least there was that. In the last three days he had probably eaten more than he had all of last week. It was a strange mixture of signals to say the least, but could be thought of as nothing but better than the mines. He sighed, his own breath causing a sharp tinging pain in his lower right incisor. Well, the stump that was left.

Before the guards threw and locked him into this room, Kodan had spilled wine on a priceless carpet. Two words he had honestly never heard of. He was shoved out of the room and thrown down the stairs, chipping the tooth off at the bottom. He bled from the mouth as he was dragged semi conscious the rest of the way. He knew not how long he would be in that room, but in solitude he found peace.

Kodan snapped back to the present after a short moment. Looking down to the same suit from his memories,while form fitting now, was tattered, worn, and blood-soaked. While still looking down and past Morigan, he spoke in the same dry manner as he had at the beginning of the journey.

"My story would neither entertain you or your pleasant company, madame. I'm just an out of work drifter. From nowhere."

Kodan had been keeping a fair distance of about 15 feet from the group.

"Furthermore, as I have previously stated, I am not familiar with the topography of this particular township, and know not where I trek... I simply wish to go somewhere to rest my head for the night, free of attack or abuse. After deliberation I decided that if you hadn't killed me yet, you might not murder me at all. I certainly hope I am correct."

His voice was deep, but somehow also the slightest bit nasally, every word perfectly pronounced and words carefully chosen, unbeknownst to him making him seem all the more strange.

"It is no bother to me to part company upon our arrival in the city, however. I've desperate need of a tailor as you might have surmised."

After that, he let the road fall back to silence.