As Alessandra and Clyde part ways, she is now left under the care of the Duhsh Elves while he continues on the path of vengeance. The story of what happened in the seven year absence until their next fated meeting remained unknown, until now.
[Parbos - A small village situated by the Stygian Marshlands. The once semi-active trading route has all but ceased its activities a month ago upon the alleged arrival of a mystic wanderer. It is the dead of night, the slow currents and occasional winds echo in the silence. Enter Clyde Arrowny as he investigates the claims of this mysterious stranger, hoping it will bring him a step closer to achieving his revenge]
Clyde Arrowny:[aside] Back to this again.
[Clyde Arrowny wanders further into the village, treading in the marshlands as his weight causes him to sink into the saturated river banks, widened eyes full of fear and suspicion watch him from slits within their window blinds and curtains]
Clyde Arrowny: Wasn't expecting a warm welcome anyways.
[Clyde Arrowny loses his footing ever so slightly on the uneven marshy landscape causing his right foot to sink into the water, the ripples skip across the body of water as a mass of undead begin to emerge from the shallow depths. He readies his bow once more]
Clyde Arrowny:[aside] Of course there is undead.
[As the undead approach and attempt to make their way onto the land, Clyde Arrowny takes several steps back, calmly and accurately shooting an arrow into the skull of several of the creatures causing them to splash hard into the water onto their backs, the noise of the bodies hitting the water only serves to resurface more of the lost souls of Parbos. Clyde Arrowny hears a noise from one of the cabins nearby, a faint light peaks through the cracks as a hand emerges from the open doorway, ushering him forward. Finally, the welcome he was looking for in this wretched village]
[As he makes a run towards the cabin, one of the undead creatures lunges right at him, gripping onto his right shoulder attempting to tear out his throat, he struggles and fights with the corpse as the two wrestle on the ground, as much as Clyde Arrowny tried to abstain from the shadow's power in fear or once again forgetting who he was, but none of that would matter if he was dead. He reaches his hand forward, grabbing the creature by the throat as it attempts to snap at him before it shatters like glass into thousand fragmented pieces. The smoky shards rest on the floor as others begin to approach. The shadows that accompany him envelop his being, masking his scent and any trace of where he may have gone as he heads towards the cabin]
[Exeunt]
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(Ghoul - Once a villager of Parbos, now a tormented undead being that rips the life of the living indiscriminantly without fear of consequence. While Necromancy is forbidden by Avruluxian International Law; its practice becomes more commonspread by the regions left in poverty and ruin in the wake of the technological age)
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(Parbos Village: Nightfall - Not the faintest sound can be heard coming from any of the houses. The villagers keep their lights on to ward of the dark spirits that have recently made their home in their lands. Atop the low rising hill North of the village lies the town mayor's residence. The outside world has not heard from him since the arrival of the wanderer)
