Sigfried Alezander Ravenhold
"Hell shall open at my feet"The dull sound of a pole hitting cement echoed in the night air, rain gently pelted the earth, and mostly everyone had gone inside be it a home, inn, or even whore house they were inside. All except Sigfried, he hated crowds, hated this place, hated him self. He sighed turning left on his walk to the Silver bear inn, to cut through an ally. In the ally it stopped raining, Sigfried could feel his breath get cold, quickly he unclasped his coat and lifted his staff in time to block a big claw connected to some twisted creature he called
"Necro's" he stepped back charging a hand full of lightning and flung it at the beast hitting it was a satisfying
ZAP!. The next attack almost cut him in half as another twisted flesh beast showed up this time spewing some spell from its mouth melting the cement at his toes. Sigfried grumbled lifting his staff and aiming it at the beast, in a second a massive ball of fire enveloped the thing disintegrating it easily. He turned to attack his former target and was caught off guard when the staff in his hand was knocked free, stepping back he dodged a claw then another falling on his arse.
He pushed away sliding in the mud a good three feet before forcing him self on his feet, he glared at the beast who gave off a blood curdling screech
"Avante mura kaye!" he yelled time seeming to slow down as a massive lighting bolt arched its way into his arms. His tattoos lit up with power as did his eyes. He flung his hands towards the beast and all that power flung it self in the best popping his inside all over the ally way. He was soaked in rain and mudd and breathing hard, what he had seen was a ghost, he hadn't seen a Necro since the war ended, this wasn't good. Quickly he stood up and ran off for the silver bear in everyone had to know and now.
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