Narza was enjoying floating around as a sinister fog of death, but taking souls from living bodies was still more more tiring than taking from the dead. Unfortunately, using elemental magic to both kill as well as maintain the fog would be too taxing. [i][color=6ecff6]I need something to hide within, a body...[/color][/i] Narza thinks to herself, looking around. Her choices were rather poor. Big tough burly men, homely women, bawling children, and a score of orcs, all running to an fro. Nothing especially strong, interesting, or beautiful for the taking.

One fireball later and a toddler runs out of the a burning hut, crying his eyes out. It was a cute little boy, with short curly brown hair and preciously soft-looking white skin. [color=6ecff6]"You're a cute one, what's your name?"[/color] Narza asks reassuringly as she surrounds the boy. To the toddler, it was as if night had suddenly fallen, the sounds of the battle muted and distant through the fog. He looks around curiously, searching for the sound of the voice. [color=6ecff6]"Ugh, answer faster next time."[/color] Narza grumbles, tired of waiting for a response. She tears the toddler's soul free and absorbs it, finding the little boy's name through the haze of memories. [i][color=6ecff6]Max, huh?[/color][/i] 

When the fog clears, the toddler stood perfectly, unnaturally straight, his eyeballs rolling around his head before settling. [color=6ecff6][i]Been a while since I had a body[/i][/color], Narza thinks happily as she stretches out her soft toddler arms and legs. Suddenly, she's thrown forward onto a jagged piece of wood, spearing her squishy toddler stomach through. "Stupid brat shoulda gott'n outa mah way!" Growls a panicking farmer as he runs from an orc. Still impaled, Narza narrows her eyes at the man and freezes his feet in a block ice. [color=6ecff6]"I just got this body! My first body for almost a year! I was killed, held in a cage, unable to move, for months! And just moments after I'm able to feel anything, you get it killed?"[/color] Narza rants, spittle flying out the mouth of the small toddler. The man falls on his face, luckily happening to dodge the orc's swing in the process. She clenches her fist and makes a yanking motion, dragging the man in front of her by the ice binding his legs. He screams and claws at the dirt uselessly as the orc watches in confusion. With wrenching squelch, Narza rips her body off the piece of wood and stands upright with the aid of air magic, her intestines still wrapped around the piece of wood. She walks up in front of the man, her intestines dragging along the dirt, slowly pulled out of the gash in her abdomen.

[color=6ecff6]"See how it FEELS!!"[/color] Narza screams, ripping the boy's vocal cords. The man simply stares in abject terror as Narza rips the toddler's arms and legs off with magic in front of him, spraying his front in blood. Focusing on Derrik's soul for the bit of knowledge she wanted, Narza rips the man's soul free and places it within the toddler instead, inhabiting the man's body in the process. The man, now suddenly finding himself within a mutilated torso on the ground, writhes in agony, screaming the best he could through torn vocal cords. Narza laughs heartily, her laughter now rumbling and gruff from within the man's body. She focuses mana above the man's new body and forms it into dozens of thin icicles that pierce the torso. Satisfied, she devours the man's soul and moves on, killing the still confused orc with an icicle through the eye and eating that soul as well. 
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One twisted little girl, 89 insane humans, 1 orc, 3 Elementals, Derrik the dark mage
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