[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Vorex Lector[/color][/h1][/center]

The frowning person introduced herself as Isorn, not exactly a name Vorex had heard ever before. But hey he was flung forward in time a few thousand years. As she asked about his library she relaxed, which was unfortunate as what Vorex was about to say was clearly suspicious. 

“Destroyed, long ago.. Know in head, need paper to write. Need people to ask books. Cannot access myself. You read book or know who need book? Trapped for long. Now free, so Vorex search.” Vorex spoke in rapid succession. He’d lift one of his quills to indicate he wanted to write something and smiled. This smile looked very weird, but non-hostile for sure, as the slit underneath his eye would appear ever so slightly. 

After this Vorex started sort of wobbling between his 2 feet and crouched down to pluck some grass and slide it in his slit that functioned as mouth. “Grass weird… Very weird.. You know? Interesting place. Not when library stood.”

It's eye glittered in curiosity. Vorex really hoped the first humanoid he met could help him, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything really/

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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Ivraan Valdo[/color][/h1][/center]

Ivraan narrowly dodged Galaxor as he started swinging at the Wraith. Luckily Ivraan had fought with Galaxor before and knew of his.. Enthusiastic tendencies. The Wraith dashed and weaved through the group, leaving cuts all over while the corruption on Ivraan's shoulder started to slowly spread. It meant he was on a faster timer than he had initially expected. Luckily with Galaxor joining the fray, Ivraan did not have to pay any attention towards the other skeletons as Galaxor's brute force was perfect for dealing with them. Ivraan's attention went fully towards the Wraith as it started to transform. Ivraan sensed something from the Throne, a corrupt Vitae that was taken from the blood that touched the runes. 

Meanwhile, Nemeia was hammering around her mace. An astute fighter in her own right and definitely a great help on this battlefield. If the undead were a swarm of weak fighters led by a single powerful entity, the group that had come here from the Caravan was like an elite strike team meant to pierce directly into the heart of the enemy. This became even more clear as Nemeia chanted some kind of prayer that clearly helped them. Holy fire, the undead's greatest weakness shone down like a beam of light, vaporizing some weak undead. 

In the back, the wounded Terilu got back up. Draining the Narcae of the skeletons that Galaxor is smashing. Revitalizing and strengthening himself, great yet another elite fighter who got back on his.. Well, feet. As Ivraan is focusing his efforts on containing the Wraith he feels something coming from behind him. Terilu did something to it, what Ivraan didn’t know but it was clear it hurt the Wraith. What surprised him was that the Wraith after speaking a few words just ignored him to rush Terilu. Creating a great opening for Ivraan who slashed his spear across its back, hurting it more as it reached Terilu. The wraith was still fast, albeit not as fast as before, and slashed at Terilu. Blood covered the walls around the bat as two gaping slashes were seen. Ivraan dashed after the Wraith dropping the Vitae he had covering his shoulder to pierce deep within the Wraith. He struck which was great but then Ivraan realized it. The wraith could not be killed, not without destroying that which gives it life. “THE THRONE!!! DESTROY IT!” Ivraan screamed, his spear almost stuck within the Wraith who slashed at Ivraan in retaliation. Luckily the blade that Ilyana had left in its shoulder was enough to hamper its movement, allowing Ivraan to narrowly avoid the slash leaving his spear inside the Wraith he grabbed two daggers from his belt to lock up the wraith hoping to buy some time here so Galaxor and Nemeia can focus their efforts on the throne.