[color=c4df9b][h2][center]O'Ner Faister [/center][/h2][/color]

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TIME:  Afternoon, Day 2

LOCATION: Forest near Coast/Creek


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INTERACTIONS: [@13org] Myra, Malachi [@princess], Belladonna [@Potter] [@Helo] Valok 

O’Ner wiped some of the blood off of his face, now he could see somewhat of what he was doing. Grumbling a little that he had missed and hit the owlbear instead, however that was one nuisance that he did not have to worry about.  However he was still concerned about Belladonna, and Malachi, with him transforming his staff into a scythe they would be suspicious of him. He could see that the first owlbear had bled to death, which was fine with. The same could be said of the second owlbear’s demise, the two of them were safe from these creatures. It seemed to him that he had done some good work help, even though that was not his intention.  He looked over towards the young owlbear cub that was cuddling up against it’s now deceased mother, something clicked in his head. Something he had not felt in a very long time.

O’Ner walked over towards the young cub, kneeling down in front of it. He felt like he was reliving that particular memory, the pain and suffering of a child greatly affected him. He did not want another child to suffer like the one those many years ago. “I am so sorry, please forgive me.” He whispered as if he was saying this to the young girl he had murdered those many years ago.  Causing so much death and suffered for the years he was Aklenroth’s general, had caused him a lot of mental anguish.



[hider=Flashback Start- Trigger warning there will be gore and death in this flashback, do not read if you are easily triggered by this kind of scenarios]

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TIME: Evening,  Twenty years ago.

LOCATION: A small village called Calco

O’Ner finished his raid on a local village, he was assisted by Aklenroth to purge a village that was hiding a rebel spy.  With a small platoon of undead warriors, “Lord O’Ner, here are all the villagers, what shall we do with them?” One of the undead spoke in a breathy whisper. The undead general looked at the frightened or angry faces of the villagers looking at him. All of them wanted to glare daggers at him, which was fine with him since that would not help in their situation. Turning to face the villagers with a stern look on his face, even though his face could not really emote any emotions. “You can all guess why you are here, you are harbouring a rebel spy. I want the rebel spy to reveal himself, or someone is going to have a very bad day. Shall we begin.” He said addressing one of his soldiers. The skeleton soldier nodded his head, picking a random person in the crowd . The warrior’s sword is placed against the man’s neck, “I would advise you to show yourself or you will have a dead man on your conscience.” O’Ner waited for a moment in case anyone was going to speak up. 

“A shame, i was hoping that no one would get hurt but if you want to be difficult. So be it” He motioned to the soldier with his hand, as soon as he did the soldier slit the man’s throat. Blood soon flowed onto the ground, while the man’s body went limp on the floor. “Daddy.” A small voice could be heard in the crowd, a young girl moved through the crowd and towards the limp body. O’Ner could see the tears flowing down her face. He was reminded of his daughter, A feeling he was trying to suppress. “Perhaps the death of a child would be enough to reveal yourself.” O’Ner suddenly and without warning grabbed the girl’s wrist, holding her up in the air for the crowd of villagers to see.  She was trying to escape by using her feet to kick O’Ner’s body.

 This more or less annoyed him, using his magic to slowly rot the girl’s hand. Her screams were ear piercing. Soon the rot was moving towards her arm and to the rest of her body. “Stop it you fiend” A voice spoke up, this caused O’Ner to look up at a large man standing courageously among the group. “And you are?” He asked as the man walked passed the group, now standing in front of O’Ner. “I am the one you are looking for, take me instead” He spoke looking at the undead general in his empty eye sockets. “How chivalrous of you, a quite fatal flaw if i may say so.” O’Ner motioned once again to the soldier, who took the man away to be tortured for information. O’Ner turned to face the group, a smile could be seen by them. 
A smile of sadistic intent on what he was going to do next. “Thank you all for your cooperation, now i can reward you for it…” He looked down at the little girl, who by point was rolling on the floor holding her dead and half attached hand. “Your reward will be...death” Lifting his staff in the air and saying some words, the villagers in front of him slowly rottened into piles of flesh and clothing. 

He turned around and called for Tulip who arrived a few moments later, Telling his soldiers to burn the village down to the ground. He would take the rebel to be interrogated. Riding his horse as he could smell burning hay, wood and flesh. [/hider]

Flashback End

Wiping some tears from his eyes, something that he had not felt in a very long time. He turned around away from Myra, feeling embarrassed for crying in front of her. “Let us go,” He said, trying to sound cold and distant. Wondering if there were more of these owl things, that could come out and try to attack them.