[center][h1][color=0054a6]The Hunt[/color][/h1][/center]
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Vaettir sighed at the realization of the small child's death. In the world before, death was just a part of nature. Life was born, lived, and died. While this still holds true to the modern day, back then there wasn't a creature that he felt sad for. Each had their time and at the end as long as they propagated they served their purpose. If they didn't find a mate, they usually became food for a predator or at least worms, still fulfilling the purpose of death. When they finally met their doom their instinct stopped them from fighting. Giving them a few moments of peace before they died. At least they helped another species thrive in one form or another. Although not Humans or Elves. They would do almost about anything to survive. Even when death was staring them in the eye, they kicked and screamed just for a few more seconds. Almost always terrified to be gone from this world. At first, Vaettir was disgusted by this concept. They served their purpose and should be proud to continue their line. It didn't take long for Vaettir to discover they weren't like any creature he had seen before. His anger eventually turned to pity for them.

"[color=0054a6]Nothing...[/color]" Vaettir replied before pausing a moment before continuing. "[color=0054a6]There is also nothing that I can do, but maybe I can find out someone who can...[/color]" Vaettir reached his hand into the pool of water to collect the corpse. The child's lifeless body curled in the palm. Her dead eye's locking onto his before he closed his hand to hide her.  He knew of a nearby village less than an hour from the Forest they had occupied. From what he last remembered, the town was lead by a Woman with a great Iron Hammer. She supposedly held her position for the power she possessed. Maybe she would have the power to help the Wraith. Either move on to the next life or even revive her with her abilities.

Before saying another word, Vaettir's tail began to crack and snap as the bony fingers began to move. The hand reached to the swampy ground and pulled out a number of chains from the earth. As it raised up, six Hellhounds began to bark and growl as they appeared. Once they had been summoned, the bony hand snapped. Behind the pack of hounds two skeletons raised from the mud. They were wearing blue robes with a hood covering both of their skulls. The shadow just revealing their burning red eyes. They both kneeled in compliance, awaiting orders. 

Without turning, Vaettir began to speak. "[color=0054a6]One of you find the Father. The other find the Bandits. Bring me the bodies, alive if possible...[/color]". "[color=f26522]Yes, Lord![/color]" The two Elder Lichs responded in unison. Their voices were spoken in a hiss as if they were serpents. They grabbed three hounds each and began to lead them down the tracks to pick up a scent and search for the two parties.

While the Lichs searched, Vaettir began to stomp away. "[color=0054a6]Come little one. We will find you some help.[/color]" It took them less than an hour to reach the large hill that oversaw the Village. It had not been too long that he had seen the village known as [i]Vascarim[/i]. At least he thought it wasn't too long. It was hard to truly keep track of time recently. Of course, he kept his distance before. Although this time he would have to approach them.
 
Usually, these interactions were either very civil due to the local Magic caster bowing at the mere presence of Vaettir. Warning the other's not to raise a futile finger in a defense or the Marshall assembling a group of fighters in an attempt to defend an attack that was never to come. Regardless, he needed to see if they could help. Worst case scenario he would turn the girl into a Wraith servant. At least she would serve some purpose in the afterlife instead of wandering for all eternity. Not like Vaettir.