"<span style="color: #8040FF">Hurry up, slowpoke! We're never gonna make it there at this rate!</span>" Voren cried out, calling back to Arith who was lagging behind him a distance. He was dashing full speed ahead toward their next target, a resurrected death mage that had been causing mayhem for a nearby lowlands village. The undead from the graveyard he was buried in were rising and attacking just about anything that moved, or anything on his command. Arith was doing his best to keep up, but with just how fast Voren could move when he got going, it was nearly impossible for him. He yelled back at him, calling for him to slow down. "<span style="color: #0080FF">Will you just wait a little bit? They've put up with this thing for a couple days, they can last a few more minutes without us being there!</span>" Picking up the pace a bit more, he kept running, but suddenly the trickster was nowhere to be seen. "<span style="color: #8040FF">Boo. Is this better for you, can you keep up now? You're out of shape or something, I swear.</span>" The voice came from beside him to his right, the rogue running right there, a cheeky grin on his face.<br/>"<span style="color: #0080FF">Are you ever not obnoxious?</span>"<br/>"<span style="color: #8040FF">Nope, never have been, never will be.</span>"<br/>"<span style="color: #0080FF">You could at least try.</span>"<br/>"<span style="color: #8040FF">But what's the fun in that? Hey, look, there's the village!</span>" Pointing ahead as the trees began to clear, small houses began to come into sight, constructed from stone and local woods, thick glass windows letting light into the cozy dwellings.<br/><br/>Something in the village was off though. "<span style="color: #8040FF">Where are all the people at? Isn't this place normally a lot more alive than this?</span>"<br/>Arith only let out a shiver in response to the question, the dark feeling of the undead mage's magic sending chills down his spine. There was no doubt the town's residents were hiding somewhere, or already dead. The place had gone downhill much sooner than they'd expected. They needed to find somebody to see what information they could get, and most importantly if the death mage was still here.<br/><br/>As they continued to walk about the village, they spotted a person off into the forest a few feet, crouched over behind a bush. Voren rushed toward them, a hand on his dagger in case of a certain possibility. He approached the person as quietly as he could, Arith watching worriedly from only yards away. He called out quietly to the hunched figure, which snapped its head up at him before leaping at him. Voren stabbed at it with his dagger, only for the short blade to be knocked aside as the living corpse landed on top of him, knocking the wind out of his lungs as he impacted the ground on his back. He tried his best to hold the corpse off of him with one arm as his other hand reached for a second dagger at his side when a glowing magic missile smashed into the zombie, knocking it off of him. The dagger was in his hand in an instant, and in the creature's forehead the next, rendering it dead again.<br/><br/>Shaking slightly from the somewhat unexpected encounter, he returned to his feet, looking over to Arith.<br/>"<span style="color: #8040FF">Well, we know that mage is definitely still here by that thing. Come on, lets find the damn thing before that happens again.</span>"<br/>"<span style="color: #0080FF">If you say so. If it's anywhere, it's probably in the graveyard, doing whatever it is that monstrosity does during the daytime.</span>"<br/><br/>The two set off toward the graveyard, unsure of what they would find, but for certain it wasn't going to be good news whether it was there or not. Either way it would still be a pain, tracking it down or killing it.