Battle of Castle Doom

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Oh yay, now I hafta kill all these guys again, oh well, let's find out what happens...

BiC: Charcion had just finished brutually "lifing" a wight, when suddenly Nerzurahl's spell took affect. All the shattered bodies of the Ebon Gaurd and their steeds got back up, dismembered arms, legs and heads returning to their original hosts. Charcion growled in frustration and stomped the ground, and muttered to himself, "How many times must I kill these cretin's...." He gripped Aiedail's shaft firmly when a voice shattered his thoughts in his mind.

"Come to me.. do not be afraid..." His mind went blissfully blank as the lich's spell not also affected Wind, but himself as well, yet Charcion was a Warrior of Might, not of Mind. He dropped to his knees, skull in his hands, and screamed his frustration at an empty rooftop, fighting to regain his own mind. He got up slowly, wincing as his brain started melting into the lich's spell. He took a knife off his belt and slowly said as he glared coldly at the necromancer facing Wind, "You'll be in... Hell before.... me..." He threw the knife with all his might into the lich's side, barely penetrating the heavy armor beneath but it was enough for Charcion to break away from the Lich's spell.

His own thoughts returned to him as he sighed, then turned to find the entire Ebon Gaurd company facing him, swords drawn, steeds snorting. He grimaced and then chuckled to himself as he prepped Aiedail for the slaughter, but wether it was his or the Gaurd's, he did not know.