by Meliva » Fri May 04, 2018 6:44 am
Brian nods.
Yeah, im honestly tempted to just hop back on my ship and leave. I hate dealing with this sort of stuff.
Ellen just shrugs as she floats there.
I mean, i think me and Emily could solve this problem with the 2 of us. Emily asked her mage friends if they could help, but all of them said no-even Veera. None of them have much love for the religious especially pastors, so they probably don't see much reason to get rid of undead who seem to kill only the religious.
Frank walks over to the Agnar and Mikkel and waves.
Heya, im Frank.
A slight chill washes over everyone as Frank goes to a nearby grate and whispers
This place has a good view of the center of the port, where the main spectre hangs out sometimes, can always tell when it shows up as things get cold for a bit. Come take a quick look-its a horrible sight.
He waves everyone over to look at it, and he can see Emily up there too looking at it curiosly. Its quite large and horrifying. Its roughly 20 feet tall, half bone, half rotten flesh, its eyes are hellish red, and when it looks into the grate staring at the group, the whispers are heard again, and they quickly turn into painful shrieks, and it feels as if nails were being hammered into their heads, until Ellen flies out, punches the spectre and flies off, with it in hot pursuit.
I'm a meanie head! Beware my Meanness
