[@Banana][@Pikmin Eye][@6slyboy6][@Oraculum][@Turbowraith]

   [color=00aeef]"So, you're indeed going back? Good."[/color] Shalana was smiling once again, her bright sharp teeth contrasting against her tanned skin. [color=00aeef]"I won't directly ressurect you, as this is not how this works."[/color] Seeing the confused look on Stride's face, she explained [color=00aeef]"There is too much at stake for me to show my influence directly over you. Some of my worshipers in the town have already received word of your death and have been given instructions on how to bring you back. Thankfully, time works in funny ways when you're dead, so they should arive before too much damage is done to your body, after all, I work with necromancers, not healers."[/color] She talked in a playful manner, her voice vaguely reminding Stride of an excited child.

   [color=00aeef]"Now, when you go back I'm going to need you to fetch that book that Yashar wants. You will be facing a powerful group of human mercenaries when you get there and if you die again, I'm not sure I'll be able to bring you back once more, so be careful. I know for a fact that the book is hidden in the last room of the top floor, but someone or something managed to hide what lies inside that room from me. So, once again, be careful."[/color] With fluid movements, she crossed the remaining distance between the two of them and gave Stride a small kiss on his forehead. Her lips felt much warmer than anyone could ever expect from Death.

   [color=00aeef]"I'm going to leave now. When that door opens, it will mean that you are ready to return to your body. Cross the door and you will be back to the world of the living, take too long and your soul will lose it's energy and dissipate into nothing."[/color] With those last words, she vanished into the air of the inn, leaving Stride with nothing but his refilling mug.

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   [color=ec008c]"[b]STOOOOOOP![/b]"[/color] A feminine voice echoed through the streets. The air around the fighting party seemed much thicker, making movements much slower. Even the lighting from the goblin's armor was slowed down. [color=ec008c]"Now calm down."[/color] Her voice was much more calm now and yet it held so much power into it that everyone was compelled to obey and look towards the source of it.

   Into the street it stood a small group of robbed figures. All of them dressed in light blue clothes with their heads covered, except one. She was a small dark elf, her face uncovered revealing a stone cold expression. Even the ones without any kind of magic affinity could perceive that she had a power much bigger than most mortals could achieve. Her words managed to calm down even the Skeleton, who, for the first time in his unlife, felt something close to peace.

   [color=ec008c]"We are here to save the elf. You are welcome to follow us if you want. We will take whatever is left of him to our quarters."[/color] Looking at the destruction caused by the group of misfits and the angry looks on the face of the crowd outside, she quickly concluded that they were the ones to destroy the only place in the city that offered beer. [color=ec008c]"You won't last long against all of the city. I'd advise you all to follow us. We will protect you from harm."[/color]

   With not another word she covered herself with her hood while one of the other figures moved to gently take Stride's body from the claws of the umber hulk. Another one of them moved to take the still drooling head, holding it far away from his body to avoid the drool from reaching his robe.

  As soon as the hooded group turned their backs, the air went back to normal and the party was free of it's magical hold.