Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141116030634

Now that Lorcan had some light, he could get a rough idea of what he was facing. It was vaguely humanoid but incredibly thin, almost as if it had no muscles. He found that whenever it took a step in any direction, it caused that same soft scraping. For a moment he could not identify it, until it brought it's mace down in an arc aimed at Lorcan's skull, taking a step towards the light in order to do so. There, Lorcan could see one of it's feet... only to discover it was nothing but bones bleached white from age.

And even before the grinning white skull of a former Legion soldier looked up to him, Lorcan had discovered that the hands of the lost souls of Sancre Tor would never lose their skill.