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"Tear him open... no, wait!"
The necromancer in black commanded the skeleton with a wave of her hand, sparing the crumpled, bloody hin from the pending doom. The skeleton dropped the hin in a twisted lump on the ground.
"Rip his armor."
The skeleton took his scythe, hooked it under the collar and ripped his armor down the center. He pried the leather apart, baring the man's chest.
The necromancer grinned evily, drawing a dagger. She dipped it in the tainted swamp water nearby, then slowly approached. Kneeling over the broken hin, she began to carve.
...
The hin awoke slowly, able only to raise his head. He peered down at the red mucky mixture of blood and dirt about him. He tried to prop himself up, slowly making progress.
The pain in his chest was overwhelming. He grabbed his chest and felt a wet, sticky mass. He moaned in pain. He craned his head to look at what had befallen him. Even upside-down, he could read the message that had been etched across his chest: STAY OUT.
The necromancer in black commanded the skeleton with a wave of her hand, sparing the crumpled, bloody hin from the pending doom. The skeleton dropped the hin in a twisted lump on the ground.
"Rip his armor."
The skeleton took his scythe, hooked it under the collar and ripped his armor down the center. He pried the leather apart, baring the man's chest.
The necromancer grinned evily, drawing a dagger. She dipped it in the tainted swamp water nearby, then slowly approached. Kneeling over the broken hin, she began to carve.
...
The hin awoke slowly, able only to raise his head. He peered down at the red mucky mixture of blood and dirt about him. He tried to prop himself up, slowly making progress.
The pain in his chest was overwhelming. He grabbed his chest and felt a wet, sticky mass. He moaned in pain. He craned his head to look at what had befallen him. Even upside-down, he could read the message that had been etched across his chest: STAY OUT.
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