........the wind was in his face, the fury within him more than warmed his body against the chill of the blizzard. Sword in hand, he trudged through the grey. Cross Soutai mortal sword of the Mad god was tired, for years he has swung his blade in the name of a deity, legions had fallen, streets had bled, families destroyed, destinies left barren, he had never been one to weep for paths untraveled but the creeping ennui resident in this white world left too much room for distraction.......well almost too much....he ducked to his left into a roll as razor edged claws ripped through the space his neck had once been. Rolling to his feet and reversing his grip on the greatsword he slashed in the direction of the attack catching only wind. Not stopping, he continued his forward momentum swinging the blade in a wide arc around his body with a slant in its trajectory. The great blade found flesh.....several yards away, Haras Neroth the Mad god's Vial watched in horror as a demoniac tore past her, in its wake the falling form of Cruz de Gria, entrails in his hand and half of his face torn away. The smell of blood and bile as the corpse lost bowel control spilling its fetid juices.....a demonic chuckle in the grey mocking the sight. Severing her eyes from his body, she reached into her mind force where her soceries laid waiting. Golden Eyed, she released her death song upon the demoniac. Above the fray, the Mad god laughed....
Tare Weaselbreath was afraid.... he had heard screams from the vanguard, the shrieks as the demoniacs tore into the group that would dare face the Mad god. Dropping on his fours, he dug for his life, through the snow and grit, underneath.....nail and blade in a flurry of scratch and shove....yes.. he would hide....yeeeessss!!! Spittle on chin and beard as he sought to force the very earth open and hide......yessss...hide it wont be long now...........
White Grave 2.......Coming Soon.......BY the TROLL..
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