Several javelins, spear jabs, and even more lightning and the thing was down. The others obviously contributed quite a bit, however, it seems like the quick cat wanted the last attack on the thing, with it just falling over as soon as he positioned himself to exploit the wound I had created moments ago. [color=0054a6]"Ah, that's alright, kitty, maybe you'll get the next one!"[/color] I said to him as he complained about not getting the kill. The bear seemed to walk away, obviously in a horrible mood after all of this, however, the rest of the group just decided to use the wurm as a bench. I decided to do pretty much the same as I overheard the cat and the lion talk about feeding a whole village with this thing. [color=0054a6]"With this thing? Heh, we could feed AND armor up an entire village,"[/color] I pointed out as I tried to remove one of the thing's many heavy, tough scales. The lion said something about smiles eventually fading, and while I was going to say something, he sucker punched me with his name and wanting to travel together. [color=0054a6]"Name's Thorvald, and yeah I'd like to travel together, it's been a while since I've adventured with a miracle worker, and they're always helpful,"[/color] I then turned my head towards the fox, and tried to remember where I've seen magic like his... that weird, bright magic that doesn't really trace itself to any particular element... I know it's not miracles, their spells are almost always defensive in nature, and I know he didn't use illusions, as the beast responded to his magic blasts with pain. By process of elimination, the fox was either an enchanter, like the cat, or he was a... necromancer... 

	Funniest thing, I've worked with necros before, on several occasions, even. Most of them are 'dark and brooding', or 'cool loners who don't want help, but still desperately need it', though, I almost never trust them fully just because of this one time when a couple of them kept offering me the exact same soup even after I told them that I didn't need food, that I brought plenty of my own. I switched my bowl with one of them, and he died from poisoning. While I don't trust them with food... I still don't see why everyone thinks they're ALL evil like that, that they ALL want to build an undead army, 'cause... there's more of them than you'd think, a lot of them try to hide as fake illusionists, or warriors, either focusing on the visual aspect of their soul powers... or just focusing on using some kind of weapon or another well. Because I knew what people generally thought of necromancers, I decided to stay quiet about him, and instead, I asked the cat [color=0054a6]"So, what was that whole ordeal with the bear group back there, huh? I was going to swoop down and scare everyone away with lightning, but I never really figured out who did what,"[/color] I then chuckled, slightly, adding [color=0054a6]"Yeah, guess my eyes were always better than my ears, huh?"[/color] Of course, I'd have to take what he said as 'his' side of the story... he'd probably make himself out as some hero, or someone who did no wrong, but that group was talking about him stealing something. A cat thief... heh... guess he'd be a literal cat burglar, wouldn't he?