Those that don't belong

[Cassius Ado Virtus]

((OOC: In Response to Decimas's woodland animals thread))

The sounds of battle filled the town square and some nearby streets. This distrct of the city was in chaos, people screaming in terror, agony, panic or in their death throes, fires burned, eating away at one or two small dwellings and belcing out thick black smoke into the crisp air of the dawn.

"FOR KARADOR!"

The tunderous shout rang out across the massive town square, snapping several terrified townspeople back to reality.
Gazing about, one could make out lumbering forms of all shapes and sizes, moving with shocking speed or ponderously accross the square.
The creatures stank of death, and upon closer inspection, were well and truly dead. Multitudes of rotting carcasses from animals of all kinds charged through the smoke filled air, tearing men, women and children limb from limb.
One man lay back on the floor, cowering from an immense rotting monster, which may at one point have been a bear. It towered over him, rearing back, ready to spring forward and rend his life in its stinking and terrible jaws. . .

- Suddenly, the beasts chest exploded in flame, and chunks of smouldering flesh flew out in all dierctions. Through the smoke, the man could just make out another massive figure, as wide as the bear but slightly shorter. It burned with holy flame as he raised his sword for another strike.
The creature was sent reeling as the great blade bit into it's flesh, the ancient runes burning away the cursed flesh.

Cassius released the hilt of his massive sword and reached out with two gauntleted hands, taking the writhing creatures head between them. With a powerful twist of his shoulders, he wrenched the head from the body to the sound of splintering bone and tearing flesh.
His eyes afire, he cast the head aside, took up his sword and charged headlong, like a man possessed into the path of what appeared to be a wolf, or had been.

Looking about now, from the flat of his back on the cold, hard floor, the townsman could make out a full cohort of the Karadorian First Army in the square alone, slaying the creatures left, right and centre. A smile flickered across his face, before he passed out completely.

Soon the necromancers pets would all be gone, save for a few rats ot voles here and there, but they would be no problem for the war dogs. Cassius would enjoy hunting down every single one of the creatures, and looked forward to getting his hands on the necromancer himself. That wretch had much to answer for, and Cassius intended to make him pay the price.

[Krystal]

A small girl walked into the streets as the battle between the great soldiers of Karador and the nasty old and smelly creatures of the undead continued. She wore not a frightened look about her 5’ form and slight build and she carried with her only a short staff and wore an odd dress, it would remind one, if they had time to look, of a leaf, the colors matching the autumn leaves that would fall from a maple tree in the fall time. Her big onyx eyes were filled with an odd mixture of confusion and pain, not fear or hatred, no, confusion and pain were the words that would describe her total appearance. She walked to the center of the square, her tiny form turning around slowly on her bare feet just as an undead lion sprung for an attack, it’s massive body stretched out to take the small morsel down and rend it asunder and that, was when it was made evident as to why the small girl was not frightened.

With the simple twist of her wrist, the hand not holding the staff shot toward to fould undead creature and from it sprang a green bolt of what would best be described as emerald lightning, hitting the animal square in the chest and it fell, just as quickly as it had lept, the undead form wriggling about on the floor of the town center as if in total pain and then went silent as it should have been, a peaceful expression on its face. The small girl then knelt beside the creature, tears streaming from her eyes and with a tiny hand, she ran her hand over the creatures eyes, closing them quietly as the chaos continued about.

“Sleep in peace friend.” She said silently and then stood again, looking about, the tears continuing to pour freely down her cheeks.

She couldn’t understand, how could she, she knew nothing of Necromancers, nothing of humans, nothing and this sudden attack of these animals, being controlled, this she could tell, from an outside force. Her sadness was made, over and over again, as she repeated her actions more than several times.. Righting that which was wronged, releasing these animals, one by one as they came to her, or to another, each time, taking care to say good-bye to them.

When she realized that most of the problem had been cleared, she fell to the ground sitting hard upon the rough stone and buried her small face in her hands and cried, simply cried, saying over and over.

“Why.. who would do such a thing..”