Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161014102222

As Ibrahim and Praetor battle the Utburb, I continue to scan The outside of the tavern. The little beast's wailing did exactly what I was hoping it wouldn't do, awaken the ruined citie's populace.

Outside, shambling husks of what use to be humans begin flooding into the streets. Doors creak open, the ground shifts and windows break. The husks come crawling from every possible point, till I count at least 200 in the streets.

"I hope it worked, we have another problem. Necrophages.... We need to get to our mounts!" I shout loudly. The Necrophages come in all different sizes. Some of average height, others stand even taller than Praetor. The large ones are carrying giant makeshift axes and clubs.

These undead however are different from normal Necrophages, they are products of Armata's bloodlust. The husks are created when Armata drinks a human clean of their blood, leaving behind nothing but a shallow cadaver. The husk then undergos a level of transformation.

Sense the body was fed upon by a Vampire, the husk in turn becomes an imitation of vampirism, as seen by the fangs in their rotting maws. As the Vampirism takes effect, the husk is reanimated and then begins to desperately search for blood and flesh. Luckily these creatures are slow and clumsy, laughably easy in small numbers, but in large groups are dangerous.