Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-38248322-20190520051454/@comment-38248322-20190523070142

(Its all good.)

One of the husks, unprepared for the assault, fell down and was gutted and killed swiftly, granting the Insectoid mamono 4 more souls. But she had another husk to deal with.

The robed figure looked at him, his expression grim. "The Fog, my boy, is what happened here. What happened to Thedalheim, to the once lusterous home of Northwood, and the once beautiful kingdom..."

He sighed, shaking his head as he continued using the cauldron. "Who could've foreseen the limitless boon turn disastrous. To answer your second question, those things are...well, not certainly demons, not yet at any rate, but neither have they the thought or the will of what they once were. Those poor sods that only have fragments of their former selves are undead, hungering for more souls. Ironic though...as when the gold dried out, we use the very souls collected from those things for bartering..."