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As Khol laid there, his consciousness fading, countless thoughts raced through his head. How he was useless, weak, nothing but a tool to be utilized... Such thoughts ached at the brigand's very being, gnawing him from the inside. As his vision shifted darker and darker, the many voices taunting him also began to fade one-by-one until there was one remaining. A deep, guttural voice, one that spoke in a low growl.

[color=silver][i]Weakling... Don't you remember what tonight is?[/i][/color]

Recalling the restlessness he suffered from the prior night, Khol had realized something vital, something he would normally scorn if not for this very moment. Last night was the full moon, and if Khol remembered the movement of the heavens correctly, tonight would be one as well.

As Khol was being mended on by Hawks, something most peculiar had occurred on the half-giant's body. The tattoo on his chest also glowed with a silver flame, more intensely so as the dragonborn worked his magic. It seemed as if the healing Khol was receiving was far more effective than Hawks had anticipated. The healing magic seemed to cause the burning sigil engraved upon Khol's chest to flare mightily, a blaze of blue and silver flames exploding forth. While it was indeed quite warm, the flames themselves did not seem to harm Hawks or anyone else nearby, but instead it accomplished the opposite.

Everyone would feel their magical reserves increased by Khol's presence, although such a thing would likely matter little to a troupe of spirit-casters. What followed, however, was something much more peculiar, much more frightening. As if brought forth by the flame, a strange spirit floated above Khol's unconscious body. It appeared to be the upper half of a dire wolf upright like a man, its silvery fur about as metallic as the bits of armor it was encased in. It bared its fangs at the blight-spawn, its clawed fingertips jutting outwards, almost as if they tore through the very air. And at instant just like how it appeared, it charged forward, unleashing a tornado of tooth and nail as it zipped directly at the large blight's center mass, cutting down every lesser blight in its path.

As the beast tore through the enemy ranks, it bellowed out a harrowing howl, one that was quite familiar to those who have ever traveled to the Hallowood. Indeed, while it sounded like the howl of a mighty wolf, there was something off about it. It's as if the howl was uttered by some sort of madman as it carried a hint of lunacy.

The voice spoke in Khol's head once more, chuckling softly as if satisfied. As it did, its voice sounded less distorted, less beastlike, and more... familiar? In other words, it sounded like he was speaking to himself, but with its own autonomy separate from his thoughts. In a mocking tone, the voice uttered a taunting phase.

[color=silver][i]What a wonderful night to have a curse...[/i][/color]