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After Barracker heard about the mystery behind Clive's arrival, he was extremely disturbed.  [Color=Green][i]Resurrection,[/i][/color] his gut twisted at the word.  His brain was rattled with questions.  For instance, who had made the call to commit the highest of crimes against The Church and the whole Empire.  To disrupt The Quinity's cycle of creation and destruction.  It was an insult to Hades.  This did not sit well with the Paladin.  But Clive's fate was not of his own doing, he did not decide this fate for himself and he did not break any laws.  This travesty fell to another.  The robed figures did this, what was their goal in all this? It was surely agents of The Witch Queen.  It was known across all of Mytheria how big of a crime this was, a powerful ritual of the dark domain, one domain that should treated with caution and limitation, only taught about the ramifications and problems which could come from the dark arts.  Clive seemed normal, he seemed himself and fought with pure intentions about protecting his friends and putting a dent in the forces of evil.  He had shown his qualities of fighting prowess and comradery to his party after.  He had shown character that is looked for in a Paladin and a protector of the people by the ‘The Military Arm Of The Church.’ Barracker's training to be a Paladin often had reminders about the cycle of creation and destruction and that without the jobs of Iris and Hades doing their part on things, it would lead to chaos.  Resurrection was an opposing wedge against the gods and goddesses, not just that but it spat in the face of the Quinity and The Source itself. 

Barracker looked at his party as he went round asking them each how they were, he pondered to himself, [Color=Green][i]These people aren’t tied to his world, the source in them reacts strangely within them and so maybe Hades or Iris does not appear where they are.  Maybe there is no source where they are from…[/i][/color] he glanced at Clive.  [Color=Green][i]Which would suggest that beheading the resurrected man would do nothing to restore the balance or bring justice to the world.[/i][/color] 

The limits of each of Second Chance, what Barracker would say, ‘the tie that binds us to the source’, itself, seemed to be non-existent in them.  He would have to ask and know more about his party members' lives and even learn more about this ‘Blade’ person Zell spoke so highly about.  The Paladin was curious about the new things about their world and if there were any overlaps, similarities to Mytheria.  [Color=Green][i]Resurrection,[/i][/color] again his gut twisted but the feeling was a lot less this time, his brain finding resolution, zoomed in on the fact that Clive was innocent in all this.  That remained his focus in all this.  It was these ‘robed figures’  who had done the crime punishable by death.

[Color=Green][i]He helped us defeat Zigmund.[/i][/color]  He showed his quality in battle and showed his heart, and Barracker felt a kind and warm energy from the man when Clive gave him a pat on the shoulder to thank him for the 'Barrier spell assist.' [Color=Green][i]The cloaked figures, I do wonder what your intentions were though.[/i][/color]

After helping out where he was needed, Barracker took it upon himself to shed light on the situation to the villagers.  After all, most of them would just be waking up to the news that their village was safe and the cult was disbanded.  There was a small crowd summoned around an elder.  Barracker spoke to the villagers and announced The Temple of Hades had been cleansed of the greater wraith.  An ex-cultist named David mentioned that the priest of the temple, Jon Gringot is dead.  Barracker figured out who they had been talking about and explained to the village elder Antonius. [Color=Green]“David is right, he perished while under the wraith's influence.  We tried to save as many as we could but your leader would have been the first target of the wraith and this is why he would have been too far gone under the evil sphere of influence.”[/color]

A young man came forward, the vampire's look was apparent to the young man.  “Excuse me.  I’m Steven Sullivan. Are you Barracker Kassel, by chance?”  

The vampire’s look was drawn to the young man.  [Color=Green]“I am”.[/color]

Steven took a few steps towards the vampire.  “You did a kindness for a bee keeper in Cherrad, and brought hope to my mother’s heart.  And now I will cherish more moments with her.  And for that I am grateful.  But my mom said there were two of yous.  A young woman, golden haired, dressed as a ranger…? I forget her name.”  

Barracker remembered who his mother was.  A lovely woman who had wished for her son to be brought back from being brainwashed from the greater wraith.  He pointed Steven Sullivan towards [Color=Green]“MacKensie Trydant”[/color] and told him that he was glad that everything had worked out.