Chandea, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 48th day of Fall, Arenfall
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The oozing red liquid slowly spread on ground emitting a putrid odor of decomposing flesh and rotten blood. The chunks of matter rolled along with the liquid. As it got closer, it became more apparent what the chunks were…
"By Apholak's beard!" Wahakim exclaimed. "Is that a head?!"
The young knight took out his sword and slowly approached the spreading substance. He reached his sword and tried to poke the blood-drenched head. As the knight approached it, Orphella noticed something terribly strange. She immediately tried to catch the other men's attention and pointed directly at the thick liquid.