Versus Gum.

[Nosdyn]

Nosdyn grinned suddenly.

He looked at the old man. "You speak false. You accuse false." The demon said. "I am a follower of N'Jal, madman." Nosdyn looked at the undead that were present around them for a moment. "Not N'Jal's...thusly not my responsibility to claim." Nosdyn shook his head at the old man. "You use glamour like a child's play thing old one." Nosdyn said calmly.

"You have gravely sinned here in mistaking me for some common brigand or foe of life." Nosdyn said. "I am the champion of N'Jal!" Nosdyn suddenly yelled. He swung forward with one of his mighty iron maces. He kept his stance calm the entire time, half stance, muscles tight. Pectorals bulging with each movement, he was that well chiseled. The marks on his body were not tattoos, they were birth marks his tribe was born with. The illusions of the undead women barely phased the demon, but only angered him further.

He wore his title with pride, he'd earned it. Bled for it, suffered for it...died twice for it. That title was his and his alone.

Nosdyn knew suffering, he'd trained his mind and body to handle suffering in extreme levels...to survive and keep going through the pain. His black heart was intact beating his demon's blood throughout his body.

The battle had begun proper. The undead women looked confused for a moment as they saw the champion of N'Jal...recognizing the bite mark on Nosdyn's lower stomach. Nosdyn removed his vest in mid swing suddenly.

Nosdyn's blood raged hot.

Many images burned through his mind. "You show me images of undead who are not N'Jal's...do not insult me again, old one." The swing of his iron mace was aimed at Gum's head. If it struck, it would cause serious mayhem...just what Nosdyn liked to inflict on his opponents.

The demon's vest fell to the ground. There, plain as day was the single and grotesque scarred bite mark the undead woman from Corone had given him...yet...Nosdyn was not undead himself.

There was a mystery there to be solved...a mystery of the blood. "Don't speak of Ettermire again, old one! Two different dark elf women stole from me...stole greatly from me."