<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Thomas__Dresden_Files_by_dauntingfire-1.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Cyrus Valerian</span></em><br/>HP 56 (Current HP 56)  AC 16</strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9084)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Hurlin</strong></sup><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Shall we burn the bodies at least so that their ashes may join with the world once more?"</em><br/><br/>Cyrus blinked then looked at the piles of bodies strewn about.  He wasn't the least bit religious and felt that setting about the gruesome task of putting the remains to rest would provide another kittygirl gang ample opportunity to collect a few more victims.  He supposed there would be no harm in setting those already conveniently piled ablaze, but the idea of hunting for stragglers didn't appeal to him in the least.  Not to mention how unappealing a funeral pyre was to all the senses, especially smell.<br/><br/><em>"I don't think it is need for this.   However, it is a good idea so this is not a place of starting another type of plague spreading across the land."</em><br/><br/>The magus' brow rose in consideration to that logic then acquiesced to the idea.  While the notion of spiritual and religious ideals were lost upon him, he could hardly sit by and allow the area to become a cesspool for who knows what sort of super diseases.  Not while he had a living body that was still susceptible to said infections.  Once the grim task of gathering then igniting the bodies had been accomplished, Cyrus casually leaned against a ruined stone wall that had been all that remained of a building and waited for the Paladin to finish his prayers for the deceased.<br/><br/>It all had taken longer than he had expected or liked, especially as he watched night gradually claim the sky.  The cold mountain breeze managed to find every flaw in his garments in the attempt to suck away his body heat.  While his clothes may have been suited for such temperatures, the piercing wind still managed to be a nuisance.  Of course he could warm up by going closer to the hot flames, but he would much rather be a little cold than smell of charred flesh and burnt hair.  "Now that we got that taken care of, I vote we find someplace outside of town to set up camp.  There is too much cover in these ruins for me to want to linger at night."