A small succession of bursts of purple blue energy lit up the cave, striking the silhouette at the cave entrance repeatedly the first two blasting away the defensive ward of the silhouette away the third striking it chest with such force as to envelop it entirely, if only briefly. it slumped to its knees before falling sideways. A panted gasp of relief and shock came from deep within the cave, half scurrying muttering under its breath.
The entrance of the cave highlighted him. He routed though the slumped corpse of the man, his pale green fingers not leaving a pocket unrifled. Stuffing everything he could into its pockets.
“Arkkailll AARRRKAIL. Arkailllll”
The creature half came briefly to his senses and wiped his brow.
“Shut up arkail, i am arkail you’re a voice in my head damn it, I am arkail i am arkail i am arkail”
“Arrrrrrkail” the voice rattled again in a familiar voice, three voices as one. Alien, ancient and his own.
“Shush!” The creature replied i am Arkail Blast... Bla.. Blastblade.
The creature closed his eyes and tried to focus his mind he just needed to think straight, to breathe.
“I am Arkail Blastblade and i have been in far worse situations than this yes”
Arkail spoke aloud it echoed somewhat into the dark cave. Arkail glanced deep into the cave how long had here been in there... hours? Days? Weeks? He didn’t know he always found time a troubling concept to grasp. Find a great tome an hour could seem like mere moments, wake up strapped to an apotherccarys table for the 4th time in as many months, an hour could feel like a week, it was all relative. Arkail blinked at that though he should write that down he half smirked or at least he should check to see if anyone had done already, how long had it been since he;’d sat down and read surrounded by books... he pondered, turning the corpse of the fallen over its face striken with shock eyes wide mouth a gasp. He took it by the chin turning its face left and right examining it. There would be more always more, he felt the chill sweep over him a wind like whisper sweep over him and rattle in the base of his skull.
“Arrrrkailll, such seeeeeecretsss you could learnnnn. AAAAAAARRRRKAIIILLLL, AAAARRKILLLL Arkil, Kill.. Killlll”
Arkail closed his eyes tight to the voice that seemed to emanate from within him and externally at the same time.
He checked the pockets of the fallen man again, more regeants. He could perhaps attempt a portal.. High end master level magics especially for one.. but he had to escape... The pangs of fever would claim him soon he would need to rest, at the end of the hour he would be feverish and shaking again..
If only to silence that damnable voice he thought, no manners at all...