[ Elden had bedded down at Torth's instruction having felt he won the argument for the time being.
It's unfortunate for him he went to sleep first. Today's events, it only brought him back to the war in Fellengar. The countless undead swarming the streets, battle after endless battle. They were worn out, most of their capabilities expanded save for the last few dregs of power.
The dream plays it vividly; several morhgs surrounding Xandar who was facing off against a tiefling necromancer. Three powerful creatures between them and him. His group advances and begins to come to Xandar's aid things seem to turn in their favour.
Until their leader falls and is torn to shreds by the very creatures they swore to fight. Watching him turn into the undead things became worse for them. Elden saw his friends get grabbed, valiantly trying to stave off finishing blows. He saw Theron trying his hardest to pick each one off with his bow but still the unnatural life given to these creatures kept them alive.
He had kept his eyes forward he didn't see the one that had crept behind Andrew. The screams alerted them to the attacker only to see the morhg strangling the life out of Andrew. Elden hadn't realized it hurt Andrew had been and tried to damage the undead with his channel. He knew it was the wrong move the moment Andrew was torn asunder. Skin ripping and peeling back, organs spilling and rotting onto the ground. Only for a skeleton with disgusting purple growths coming out of it to replace where their companion stood.
He remembered in that moment how much he was screaming. Screaming at the loss of Xandar. Screaming at the loss of Andrew.
He hadn't even realized he was screaming right now in his sleep. Thrashing about as the nightmare continued to take hold of him. ]
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It's unfortunate for him he went to sleep first. Today's events, it only brought him back to the war in Fellengar. The countless undead swarming the streets, battle after endless battle. They were worn out, most of their capabilities expanded save for the last few dregs of power.
The dream plays it vividly; several morhgs surrounding Xandar who was facing off against a tiefling necromancer. Three powerful creatures between them and him. His group advances and begins to come to Xandar's aid things seem to turn in their favour.
Until their leader falls and is torn to shreds by the very creatures they swore to fight. Watching him turn into the undead things became worse for them. Elden saw his friends get grabbed, valiantly trying to stave off finishing blows. He saw Theron trying his hardest to pick each one off with his bow but still the unnatural life given to these creatures kept them alive.
He had kept his eyes forward he didn't see the one that had crept behind Andrew. The screams alerted them to the attacker only to see the morhg strangling the life out of Andrew. Elden hadn't realized it hurt Andrew had been and tried to damage the undead with his channel. He knew it was the wrong move the moment Andrew was torn asunder. Skin ripping and peeling back, organs spilling and rotting onto the ground. Only for a skeleton with disgusting purple growths coming out of it to replace where their companion stood.
He remembered in that moment how much he was screaming. Screaming at the loss of Xandar. Screaming at the loss of Andrew.
He hadn't even realized he was screaming right now in his sleep. Thrashing about as the nightmare continued to take hold of him. ]