[color=pink][center][h2]Eahara[/h2][/center][/color]

The undead were always a nuisance that came in many different levels; a skeleton was a minor annoyance whereas a zombie was the slightly more annoying. Yet, here they were, intercepting her path as she slowly moved after Tharac’s warband, being the same nuisance as ever. It was not as if Eahara had gone far from the town either but it seemed they did not work under the Dark Lord since her tattoos were not glowing or burning. Regardless, she did not ask questions when she they started to surround her and instead began shooting them down, each receiving an arrow to the head.

It seemed like a wandering band at the moment, until she was surprised by a small horde seemingly surrounding her. Sure they were slow, but she could not fire her bow fast enough to kill them all and suddenly she was encompassed. Eahara closed her eyes tight as she only wished that she would be killed quickly by these creatures of the living dead. Except they did not began biting or clawing her to death as she suspected, instead grabbing her arms and forcing her to the ground. They bound her for reasons that she had not known; then they began to drag her back towards the town. 

Through all of this she resisted in the best was she could; squirm, bite, act like a wild animal really. The undead set her down and pushed her to where she was on her knees in front of some dark robed individual in which she could deduce was their master. Eahara snarled at the man; her teeth very clearly a red as she gazed at the human with clearly angered eyes. [color=pink]”What do you want, damned human?,”[/color] she asked with a tone that could only be described as livid.