[i]Althalus[/i]

Althalus opened his mouth to yell at the stupid girl (Helena, he thought her name was) for running into the undead infested city by herself and fighting their enemies in close quarters. She did it well, he had to admit, but the timing was stupid. Before he could tell her this, however, his chance was yanked away as darkness reached up and grabbed everyone. After several attempts at yanking himself free failed, he merely secured his crossbow and knives. [color=00aeef]"We don't get paid enough for this."[/color] With that, he was yanked into darkness, feverently hoping he wasn't going to be torn apart like some other poor bastards.

Althalus woke up to screaming. [color=00aeef][i]Good news; I woke up. Bad news; There's screaming, and not all of it human.[/i][/color] He quickly got to his feet, idly noting how unusually light he felt, before turning around and jumping six feet into the air as an arrow went through his chest. [color=00aeef]"Gah!"[/color] He yelled, hands going all over his body, feeling for the arrow. They paused when he finally looked down. [color=00aeef]"I'm a ghost....does this mean I died then immediately left my body?"[/color] Glancing down, his idea was (much to his relief) tossed aside at the abject lack of a body. [color=00aeef]"Okaaaay...Why am I...oh fuck."[/color] Althalus believes in preparation. Knowing the event he was going into, he had done research into the Nox, finding what scattered lore he could. He knew what he was, and what it meant. He just didn't like it. But there wasn't anything to do about it, for now at least. With nothing left to worry about, he turned his attention to the monster along the wall. 

[color=00aeef]"You, stupid girl who ran into a horde of undead. Are you good at shooting a crossbow?"[/color]