[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
Caractacus flinched away from the kobold again as she snapped at Ysran. She stomped off, back into the forest to continue her hunt of the orc warlord. Caractacus looked from Ysran to the rapidly shrinking Eahara, and then back again. He was supposed to be opposing the dark lord and his armies, and yet the prospect of just riding away to be rid of the whole affair seemed promising. Then, Ysran added one more thing. [color=662d91]"Although, you'd have to do something with your little horde here. I doubt the cart has room for all of them, not to mention, the driver probably doesn't want zombies on board."[/color]

Caractacus hardly noticed the mild deformation of Ysran's hand. Leave his undead behind? He'd be defenseless! Caractacus shook his head. [color=dimgray]"N-no, I have to-to follow. It's...I need to fight. Yes, I have an obligation!"[/color] Nodding fervently, as though to reassure himself more than Ysran, Caractacus swung his hand over his horde, gesturing for them to follow. He started off, then froze. [color=dimgray]"Wait, not enough, need a few more...[/color] 

Caractacus slammed his staff into the ground, murmuring words of magic. Dark energy flowed from him, into the ground, though it did not have far to go, as it found a trio of perfect recipients half buried in the mud of the main road. Three dead members of local soldiery, no-doubt cut down in the raid, reanimated and clawed their way to their feet. Caractacus laughed harshly. [color=dimgray]"Never a shortage. Follow me."[/color]