Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28365753-20170427111013

You are a battlefield scavenger following the great armies of the world picking up what they discard. While your profession is scorned by man and the Chief God you don’t mind. At least the dead don’t talk back.

 The recent battle was quite the doozy. Dead bodies stretch for as far as the eye can see. While you don’t particularly care for carnage at least it was good for your wallet.



 You look up from plundering your fifteenth corpse and are shocked to see what appears to be a young woman walking among the battlefield. She steps through the corpses with no revulsion and almost appears to be floating. You are so shocked to see such a person in this place that you fall over onto a corpse.



 In the split second that you take your eyes off of her she seems to materialize by your side. From her robe that is almost open you can see huge expanses of skin so pale it appears almost to be purple. The robe doesn’t hide the wonderful curves her body has or her cute expressionless face. If she wasn’t so terrifying that you are about to piss yourself you would find her quite attractive.



 She stares at you in the eyes, her cold dead violet orbs staring into yours. For what seems to be an eternity your gazes lock. “You’ll do” she finally mutters without a trace of emotion. She stands to her full height and yells a few words that you can’t understand and waves of purple eldritch energy wash over the battlefield.



 You feel the corpse twitch under you, causing you to screech and tumble off of it. All around you, you can see what you thought were corpses start to jerk and rise. A closer look shows that they are dead or undead. Hundreds of zombies, skeletons, and a ghost or two surround you. WWYD?

  