<strong>Name:</strong>Morgul the Necromancer<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midnight, going on morning of the next day.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Eldrith / Eldrith, Zachariah, Victoria, Kei, Mizuki<br/><br/>When she came and collapsed he smiled at her proudly, but her words got him moving again. "Then you will have it my dear." Now that she was exhausted he get her another little stamina charm to keep her awake as he grabbed her waist and began to pump himself in and out of her tight hole faster then before, he took his time to let her work up to another climax and then let himself go with a loud groan once she started spasming again. He smiled as, even with the magic, another round proved too much for her and she passed out on him... and around him. Still smiling he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to a sleep filled with dancing naked blond elves.<br/><br/>Hours later he found himself jarred violently, and completely, awake. "Indeed we are! They will pay for ruining such a fine night!" Disdaining his armor in his rush, he snatched up his magic foci and Warpick and stormed out into the hallway. Seeing the demons there he raised the Skull of Nash high and quickly read an incantation from The Book of the Dead. As he released the power his entourage of spirits became manifest. Within moments nearly thirty ghostly warriors, thieves, hunters, and mages were running about the Inn smiting demons. Leaving the top floor to them he moved downstairs, still naked, to aid the others there. Facing the in flooding hoard of Demon he raises one foot high before bringing it down to the ground in a powerful stomp, normally this should do nothing to the hard flagstones beneath his feet, in this case it sent out a powerful ripple through the ground that flowed around allies but knocked many of the demons from their feet. Then the pendant around his neck glowed and he seemed to grow even larger and stronger, striding forward he began swinging his Warpick, sending a different demon flying with each blow, using his longer natural reach to compensate for their longer weapons. He seemed to ignore their attacks, and the wounds they caused, until finally he turned and grabbed one that had strayed too close. For an instant dark energies flowed around the gauntlets that were the only armor he was wearing and then he dropped the withered husk and strode on, fully healed and even more empowered then before. His voice rang out in the hall of the Inn like a war drum, deep and carrying. "Come! A few of us must stop them at the door while the rest regroup and rearm for a counter attack! Else this will never end!"