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Reaper
The time was right, chaos was dominant, the Hunger was about and the owls that had once feasted upon it were flying to the hills, suspiciously near to where the Hunger had been freed from the Hound. A mount would be needed to get to where the owls had flown, but his dark patron would have to grant him that, a horse of darkest night, breathing flames, and striking fires with every step would be his choice, one of the infernal mounts from the lower planes, but he doubted that he had the time to prove his devotion to the dark powers to earn that sort of mount.
Walking towards the flocking birds whose movement was as quiet as death's whisper, The fallen one fingered the amulet he carried about his neck, the vile darkness still pulsating through it, although it's creator was fallen, and a plan began to form in the dark hidden recesses of his mind. The distant baying of preternatural wolves echoed through the forums, from this distance the effect was only to send a slight through his mind, but closer... he would need some sort of ward against it.
"Hag, I have a proposition for you, I need you to... persuade my former sword to be more compliant, do this and when my time in these forumms ends, you may keep it as a prize"
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