<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong><br/>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  23 / 23<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  1 / 8<br/><strong>Thirst</strong>:  1<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr/><br/>While the threats of animal play and public humiliation would have provided excellent material for a snarky rebuttal, in her current state Vafi's threats mostly fell upon deaf ears. As she staggered away from the repressed paladin, Isma soon found herself all alone, a thick hedge of fog clouding around her body...or at least her mind...<br/><br/>"Ominous voice..." Isma condescendingly whispered back, "See? I can do that too....asshole..." she muttered, legs shaky as she spun around to see the coffin, a grand reminder of all the amazing times in her life...some not so much...though while there was tinge of melancholy at a few of the names etched into the lucid stone, mostly they just made her feel hungry, reminding her of all the great meals she had enjoyed...and reminding her again of just how thirsty she was right now...<br/><br/>"If this is meant to haunt me phantom then I'm afraid you're wasting your time..." she growled, spinning around to face the towering figure. Even though she appeared to be alone, in truth she was obviously still in the graveyard not far from Vafi, the paladin able to clearly hear the strange, one sided conversation the fool was having, "You can't scare me, you can't flood me with remorse, and you certainly can't threaten me with a good time...because no matter how many times we do dance this waltz...I'll always keep a<em>smile</em>on my face..." she cooed, tracing her fingers out along her smiling visage.<br/><br/>Suddenly a hand would slip down into her cloak, fingers coiling around something, "In fact, why don't I put a smile on that ugly face of yours!?" she growled, producing a war axe from under the cape and taking a desperate swing at the creature, just as it snapped down to pop her skull like a cherry. However neither blow would actually connect, the vision fading in the blink of an eye, and Isma left swinging her axe at literally nothing, throwing herself off balance and sending herself tumbling to the ground, "Uggh...I need a drink..." she groaned.<br/><br/>"Hey! Fat Tits! You find anything yet?" Isma called out, shaking her head and slowly lifting herself off the ground. Even though the phantom's bite had been a mere trick of the light, her head still throbbed as if it had been crushed in it's mighty jaws...or maybe she was just hung over...bracing against the coffin for leverage she slowly pulled herself back to her feet, eventually bringing herself eye to eye with the strange inscription, "Woolfy huh?...well sorry about your mate, mate...." she giggled, far more than the joke warranted honestly, suddenly bracing her hands against the coffin lid, "well it's probably just a dog attacking people...so why not just a zombie dog?" she mused, digging her heels into the ground and attempting to throw the lid open.