OOC: Lost Whisper, let me be the first to welcome you to these lands.
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The driving mist sweeps over the bodies of the slain, washing them clean. The gentle spray gives the corpses the luster of life, now denied them. Even now it appears that the dead could rise up, shake the cobwebs from their eyes, and rejoin the battle postponed only by a mutual declaration of rest. But of course this is not the case...the movement among the bodies is just a trick of the swirling mist. Or is it?
A single point of crimson light blossoms before Nergal's eyes. It is not long before a silver hoop spreads around the light, taking on the form of a silver ankh floating in mid air. Slowly, as if willing itself molecule by molecule from the mist, a towering specter appears. The billowing, shapeless entity seems to be composed of shimmering darkness. The clink of chains is barely audible beneath the hush of the swirling mist. The creature does not move...it does not speak. It only stares with its one unblinking eye, scarlet and impassive, analyzing the form of the warrior that stands before it.
A small shudder passes through the wraith's cloak, followed by a sound of hushed whispers. Is this recognition on its part? Is this a greeting or a challenge? It's almost impossible to tell. The mist seems to sizzle and evaporate before it ever touches the spirit. What strange powers could this creature possess? For that matter, what is its purpose for appearing here, in this place and at this time?
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OOC: As to you Ghost, I'll leave it to Lost_Whisper if he wants to have a three way dance or not.
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