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[Nathan ap Waels]

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A faint sifting of hardened soil is how it begins. The tall black chamber walls, covered in debris, release tracings of dust that fall in a slow progression to the floor. The still stiff soil begins to crumble and break at its peak as the movement continues. A sudden swift thrust and a slender, pale and decrepit hand reaches through. One would be unable to tell the hand were even that of a man - the fingernails a vile black, and the skin almost as rough as a aged leather. The hand reaches around, grabbing what it can on a nearby rock. The hand covers the rock, not able to completely grasp it in such a weakened state, and in a long drawn process begins to pull. Loud cracks of bone echo through the tall corridor, though there is no accompanying voice. Moments a later, a sickly face with skin stretched so tight. it would be unable to tell a gender, comes from the ground. Dark brown hair releases further dust and debris as it shakes through the thin air.

The eerie humanoid release a loud cackle, echoing through the hall.

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Trails of dirt and garment fall as the hooded figure walks elegantly walks upon the cobblestones. Old yet memorable thoughts begin to fill the mind of the creature, still in somewhat of a faint cackle ever so often. Though such a site is not uncommon for the people of Umbra, there are stares of fear from several of the passerby. A stomp is heard as the boots of hooded figure halt upon two cobblestones. Then, only silence is heard from beneath the hood. Raising its head to the dark sky, moonlight brightens the pale blue eyes. The still dirty and thin hands withdraw the hood, revealing the eerie face, formerly of great beauty. Only shrieks of terror are heard from the nearby citizens as blood spills from a closest woman. The sharpened fingernails make the slashing of her throat easy, and the pour from it is plentiful. Moments of pure ecstasy are accompanied by moans of pleasure. The gross decomposing skin begins to regain its beautiful pale nature and texture.

Eyes slowly awaken as the drained body falls to the floor, little to no fluid left.

A murmur of words unmade is all that is heard before the creature disappears in a cloud of black smoke.
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"Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who is seated on the throne."
-Revelations, 6:16
"Bargain not with the darkness: in time it will take us all."
-The Book of Nod, Proverbs