As Genthok struggled with Kharne the two were slowly able to lift the beast but were unable to finish their move as they were swatted away. The barbarian was flung several feet away with a strong hit. Somehow it felt like the beast was holding back or weakening. Genthok was still engulfed in rage and fury and again began to stand and move toward the beast even as his companions struck the beast down.

Again the disembodied deep voice entered the shamans mind, it spoke of prayers and answering them. But soon faded. The large inquisitor began making his way toward the city when the giant chains erupted from the town and dug through the walls and city scape. The sound of a marching army slowly leaving the area as the chains retracted.

Genthok was quick to act. The presence that overlooked this battlefield was gone. The beast, Long dead and the others resting. The half giant disappeared back into the forest Artur was quick to follow his master but wise enough to keep his distance. The bear laid down and watched as the barbarian slowly calmed down through growls and yelling. Fists pounding the earth and his chest. But slowly he began to calm down, his muscles slowly shrinking and returning to their normal shape.

After a little while, the shaman had returned to his original size as he laid there in some tall grass focusing on his breathing. His large fury companion, no longer sensing danger, got up and laid back down next to his friend. “[color=f26522]Yeah I know, I got worked up again[/color]” He spoke the bear only giving a slight grown in agreement. [color=f26522]“Come on then let’s go regroup with the others.” [/color]The half orc smiled at his friend and sat up. Briefly he held his abdomen where he had been hit. The area was rather sore from the hit he took, [color=f26522]“Lilianna is going to give me a hard time for being reckless again.”[/color]

Genthok took his time walking back through the forest. He was gaining as much energy back as he could from the natural environment before continuing on. He was also lucky enough to find his hammer embedded in the side of a tree near the edge of the field. The others had either gather around the body or Ardur clearly waiting for their next orders. He managed to make his way over to the corpse to catch the last bits of what Lilianna was saying, still holding his side with his left hand with dried blood covering the runic markings across his bone armor and markings.

The giant toward over the others that gathered around with the only exception being Kharne. This always allowed him to stay at the back and listen while still getting a good view. Genthok waited patiently for Lilianna and River to finish their observations before adding what he has found so far as well. [color=f26522]“If I may. There is or was a corruption that seemed to be spreading from the city. I’ve seen this before in a smaller scale whenever someone opened a tear or a small portal to somewhere… else.”[/color] He paused for a moment glancing at the city, [color=f26522]“judging by the chains and the sounds we heard earlier I would say we stumbled upon a major gateway opening or a hell gate.”[/color]

The giant was still holding his side as he looked on towards the city, “[color=f26522]as for the creature this thing spoke of, the one that invaded our minds. He’s very powerful, it’s no simple feat to cast a mass telepathy spell.” [/color]Genthok then turned his gaze to their fearless leader and the others that joined up next to him. [color=f26522]“As for who or what he is, very likely to be demonic, most certainly evil. By the way he was talking it was, as the creature said, someone or something we have dealt with before.” [/color]He paused for a moment adjusting himself to ease the throbbing pain in his side.

[color=f26522]“By us, I mean as inquisitors not us specifically. He’s also extremely bored since he was either released or finally gained enough power. You can tell by his speech patterns and how he sent this one out alone for testing. Right now I do believe it’s safe to assume he’s looking for entertainment and a challenge, clearly this village did not give that challenge to him.” [/color]The shaman’s gaze drifted back to the town and the corpses on the wall. The spirits here were still angry and restless, he can feel their fear even now, [color=f26522]“it’s going to take some time to cleanse this place, but those are the only assumptions I have at this time. I’ll be able to make a better guess at the site of that portal in the town.”[/color] Genthok, after speaking, took a few flowers and seeds from one of his pouches and dropped them into the field. For a moment he used some of his magic to help grow the small white flowers. These flowers helped to purify corruption naturally. While waiting and watching the others Genthok would be periodically whispering prayers for this place, his friends, and these dammed souls.