The Mad god: White Grave

Cloaked in shadow, Odia Erathorn High Magus of Grinye goddess of the fallen, felt the malevolent presence. The Demoniac was all too familiar to him...and that....that was the problem. Shoving aside reasons why the mad god would send such creatures against this party, he dragged resident magi within the very storm, charging his wards with the souls of the fallen, blackish red fumes emanated from the earth as he began his litany for the fallen.....the goddess was fickle this he was aware of the creature that tore open a rent in his shadow answered yet his belief to that fact. Creating more binding wards to control the beast, he sent an image of the demoniac into what passed for a brain in its colossal mug. Then he got out of its path. Ife Varia and Ghand Forsworn stood back to back, they could barely make out the lightening quick demonis forms darting within the white-grey torrents of falling snow. To their far left lay a body, the erratic wind bringing them the smell of bile, blood and fetal matter. Varia had seen D'Gria go down before spotting what had killed him, raising the alarm he had pulled out his twin sephas ebony long knives and backed into the gloom even as he saw gold hued flames roar in storm. The scorching heat warming his exposed skin through the chill of the blizzard. Something had made Haras Neroth mad, unfortunately that necessarily wasnt a good thing. He had to create space between him and the witch ....and fast. Dipping his head, he pulled his hands inwards, picked a random direction and set off at a short burst that almost cost him his life. The serrated blade of Ghand Forsworn nicked his neck forcing him into a sideways roll that brought him along the Hunter's rear. Grey eyes gleamed in recognition as the Hunter pulled him up with a single arm. A sneer on his features, a flat cold voice, " Ye almost got ye self killed laddie". Shrugging off the snow on his coat, Varia nodded, " what's got ye spooked youn'un?'... Both turned as a creature roared out of the storm, a thing of claw and fang, a resident of nightmare and myth.......Querlim Sidarth was hungry...
The End...