[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=olive][center]Thunder's Whisper[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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 [sub][i]Location: Tavern
Interacting With: [@Bluetommy] Lorne[/i][/sub][/center] [hr][hr]

Whisper rose along side the corpse, studying him all the while. He felt no life within the man's body, only the icy breath of death that often crept down it's victims spine like a careful spider leaving a trail of silk. It was somewhat unsettling to him. Necromancy-the only likely catalyst for such a result-was anathema to the imperative of nature. Yet, his existence was his own, not Whisper's, and nothing would not change that unless nature herself called for his soul's return.

The fury of the duel's combatants raged on outside. [i]The Runeblade...[/i] Whisper mused. He hadn't heard of the artifact fact before, likely because it proved to be construct of man instead of nature. Yet another weapon of destruction bequeathed to the devices of a callous being. A callous being who had to stopped.

Whisper lowered his head and removed his helmet, revealing his youthful, earth-toned features. [color=Olive]"This one would readily agree with you, but this dance of death endangers others as well. We must intervene. What say you?"[/color]