Wrapped in the darkest shadows he could muster on a noon day, Lupinum set off after breaking camp. These... bear creatures requested his assistance at a nearby farmhouse and by the Light, someone was going to have their body burnt and tortured. He saddled his skeletal horse and set upon the dusty road.
Not more than a few steps down the road, Lupinum caught the sounds of battle drifting on the wind. "More souls to reap," he grumbled to himself. Riding closer, he saw not a rabble of enemies, but several Alliance skinning their kills. Dismissing his steed, Lupinum took cover behind a mossy boulder and quickly ran through several scenarios. "If I can... and silence the one on the left..." he ticked off the kills to himself. Daring one more look to confirm his plan of action, his luck had changed. The two humans had rode off, leaving the lone Dwarven hunter.
The creak of Lupinum's jaw was lost beneath the wind as he smiled to himself and slowly strode out into the open. The hunter jumped to his feet and leveled his gun at the Undead. He uttered some horrid phrase that grated on Lupinum's ears.
Locking eyes, they circled each other. With a mighty roar, the Dwarf's tamed bear collided with Lupinum and sent him to the ground. A quick word rose a shield around the priest and the battle begun. Casting harsh words of power upon the Grizzly, Lupinum set his sights on the hunter and started his volley. A constant drone of bullets whizzing and guttural growls rumbled as the three fought. The Dwarf sought to tend his wounds in the heat of battle, which proved his downfall. The bear had dealt many ripping blows to the Undead's flesh, but as the hunter raised a vial to his lips, a black and purple rope of Shadow burrowed its way into the skull and ripped the small and fragile mind into 18 different layers, neatly stacked inside. The Dwarf thumped to his knees and fell forward, its gun clattering in the dust. The bear had wandered off as its master died, whining like a lost cub.
Lupinum turned his eyes upward and smiled, his tattered robes torn and bullet ridden. Was this what it felt like...? To be a dark blade for The Grim, striking swift and sure, even against ones own fears...? The Priest had much to think about as he pulled a sharply curved dagger from his belt. Kneeling down, he grasped a medallion and ripped it from the corpse. "Barundar..." he rasped slowly, savoring the foreign name of a dead enemy. Lupinum hoped many days like this would come as he now worked to relieve the hunter of his skull and delicious contents therein.
