42 This is War (1/2)

Draig's group had spent the night in the Elf City scavenging and taking anything of use, in the meantime Draig went to investigate the feeling from before. He didn't know why he felt this connection when there hadn't been one before, now with the current situation. He was searching for anything that might prove beneficial to his progress.

Following this connection he arrived at a graveyard, this caused Draig to become confused until he began hearing whispers. Listening closely he could hear the voices and from their words it was obvious they were aware of his presence as well.

Cursing him quietly as black wisps began shooting from the graves and congregating over a relatively new grave.

Draig was wary as he drew near, his new strength giving him confidence but there was a fine line between arrogance and the former. Walking ever closer, he began flexing his fingers as his claws gleamed in the moonlight.

Draig suddenly lurched feeling danger coming towards him but looking around he saw nothing, his senses were screaming for him to run but also stay. These conflicting messages from his instincts did nothing to put him at ease.

Fire flowed over his hands bringing with it a sense of security, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he continued his trek to the gathering wisps. He needed to know what was calling him, what connection did these wisps have to him. Why would they curse him?

Draig finally arrived at the grave and watched as the wisps began coming together and formed the shape of an elf.

”You have returned” stated the ethereal elf

Draig said nothing as he waited to hear if the creature had more to say.

”Why do you not speak, have your doings finally caught up with you. Have you realized the torment you have caused to us” asked the Elf wisp

”I have done nothing to you Elf” stated Draig as he kept himself prepared in case of danger.

”You say this but you were drawn here by the source of your power that was left behind. This curse.” stated the Elf wisp

Draig stared at the Elf confused for but a few moments as he tried to remember what he had done, images flashed through his head as he recounted those events. It took a few minutes but he finally remembered something vaguely.

”You were cursed by my final words that day” asked Draig but it sounded more like a statement.

”Indeed, we have gathered and we have waited. We remain here awaiting your commands, awaiting for our release.” stated Elf wisp

'Host has gained new source of magic, assimilating into Dark Arts'

Draig realized that the wisps began converging on him before sinking into his flesh as if they were a part of him all along.