Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"Ah, Sir Calidumello, leaving already? I was under the impression that you would deal with the problem-" Quideos Audit caught up to the masked man, who had walked right past everyone without deigning them with even attention to their existence.

The man that called himself Calidumello turned to the prophet, crossing his arms.

"There was a slight complication if you will, and our environment is not really conductive to its resolution, I am sorry, but your 'problem' will have to remain as is, and quite honestly, I doubt I would have been able of cleansing the caves as you would wish, after all, at the moment, he and I stand on relatively equal footing, I don't know his full capacities and he has company anyways" he said with desinvolture, insouciance and nonchalance that made Quideos blood boil.

"You seem to know more about this thing than you let on at first, and if so, you should be well aware that this thing is a menace to public safety! I can't say much-"

"Vwoldtnir"

"Huh?"

"Vwoldtnir, that's who you are talking about, yes?

I know him, a small ghoul of remarkable agility, as I said, I am unable to defeat him as of now, he is in his element, has support from countless of his servants and probably knows more about me, that I know about him, I only accepted your offer to sneak me into Millipolo so that I could try and discuss with him, nothing more, I am pretty strong, don't get me wrong, I am not stupid however"

"Who knows how much stronger he has gotten since then as well… While I have been stagnating, such is the first nature of death, decay and rot, in the long run, nothing can come out of it, do you agree prophet?"

He extended a hand toward Audit.

"Death is the end of life, and life thrives from death, eliminating one will simply cause imbalance, that is what I believe, no, for both to be at their best, they need to be at constant odds, an endless struggle, death will always be life's end, no matter how strong life gets, that won't change, and to that end-"

"Hold on a second, are you implying what I think you're implying, I- I sweated blood and crawled on the ground to get a hold of you! Of the traitor! Why would a traitor be so- So neutral? Why the se- Argh!" Quideos rubbed his temples.

The sun mask shook his head, shrugging shoulders.

"Be careful Quideos, it seems like your restrictions are getting stricter by the day, your guest seems to rival you in the mastery of foresight and prophecies" chuckling, he tapped the seer's shoulder, easily moving the man without even meaning to.

"It is a bit embarrassing, it served as a pause of some sort, and I needed time to figure something out, but mostly, huh… You know what? It is best if you don't know, the ridiculousness might actually invoke a heart attack, you are too young to die like this, and don't take my words too seriously, what I say, and what I do, are two entirely different things!"

Calidumello turned and walked away, only taking a few steps before sighing to himself.

'Aah… Something was up with that undead, it's annoying that I can't tell what it is, but the fact that I can't, is also an answer of its own…' the traitor took a sharp turn into a small chapel amidst the crowd of other buildings dedicated to faith, this one was not in the worship of a god, instead being some sort of altar to the glory of someone past, the place was deserted, evidently not receiving much visits at all, only a single person was to be found inside of her, lavishly seated in front of the place were offerings were supposed to go.

Decorated with a single painting depicting the most gorgeous woman the traitor had ever gotten to lay eyes upon, taking a seat next, but not too close, to the person, he took off his mask.

In this austere ambiance, the two of them were certainly stains, despite both of them having all the rights to pay a visit.

"I take it that you had a short discussion with the freak?" sitting with legs spread, slouched back on the bench and staring at the ceiling with disinterest, a woman dressed in clothing Calidumello could only describe as painfully supernatural, somehow tight fitting but also not, it was a rather basic get-up one could expect to find on some adventurers, simply cleaner and wholly lacking in truly defensive properties.

She looked like a spitting image of the woman depicted on the clearly wizened and ancient painting.

"I didn't even have an occasion to try… You know, you have not changed one bit, still just as beautiful-"

"Man, shut the hell up" she waved the poor attempt off, looking at him instead of the ceiling.

"I don't mingle with anyone, and certainly not with a vampire, and how come you didn't have an occasion? That human prophet pretty much hand-held you straight to Vwioltinir or however you pronounce that assault on language" she leaned forward, resting forearms on her knees, posture still horrendous.

The traitor stayed silent for a moment, thinking about how to not invoke mockery.
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"I ran into another undead"

"And? Was it a gravelord? In broad daylight it could only have been the spectre or ghost, and I doubt Miss-Many-Hands could go unnoticed, so the pervert ghost is the only option, I don't think he can do anything to someone of your level, even if you have severely fallen" scratching one of her impossibly long ears, so lengthy that it casted into question how she got through some doorways.

"It wasn't a gravelord" he added.

"Why are you not saying everything at once? Was it that shiny skeleton? The frail mage? The one with the big-ass sword?"

"Neither, it was an undead I had never seen before, despite the fact that I still have my authority as a gravelord, he just walked up and openly threatened me, it was pretty convincing too, shades? Only the people who know how to use them know that they even exist…"

"He was a bit odd, and add a name in one of the system languages, so I took him to his words and left"

Turning to his elven associate, Sun-Walker was met with the most flat expression possible, like he had just spoken intensely about walking on a dog dung and had gotten the attention of a stranger.

"You let yourself get threatened by a random undead?"

"I doubt he is exactly 'random'..."

"You got scared of a random corpse- Hold on, how did he get in Millipolo?"