"You don't scare me." Voice was shaking, eyes still wide, even being dressed in human flesh didn't make him anymore imposing than the tiny little spec of crap he was. Honestly I had no idea how the tiny frail man had commanded this army of fools anymore than I could figure how I'd wound up the destroyer of it. But there I was, and there he was. Siara was going to rush forward and gut him, but I held her back just a simple gesture telling her to stay her hand. After what I did she obliged.
"Of course not, such a strong willed leader such as yourself is clearly in charge of this situation. Certainly not terrified of a real magic user coming to smash your little army." I could smell something, and not just the badly burnt flesh and the general smell of sleze that the kids army had. No there was something off here, something that didn't line up.
"That's right this is my army and you and your little crusader can't stop my plans." He said crusader pretty derisively like he had a previous association with Siara.
"Stop just stop, you're a terrified little coward, and your army is not even yours, its not even real." Despite all the murdering of course, that was completely real.
"What are you on about Trezlan?" Siara kept her voice low, but she was completely confused especially in the wake of the entire group of people I'd killed moments before.
"You'll see how real they are!" I had strode forward and buried my sword into his chest, it stuck out of his back like some weird horn. His army faded, first shimmering, and then completely dematerializing entirely.
"You were weak little man, I am strong, you sought something you should not have had, and I have taken it from you." I withdrew the blade and he collapsed to the ground crying, his final moments trying to grab after me as death took him.
"This does not make any sense." Siara despite being a servant of the gods, did not, and I believe still does not, understand their machinations, nor their illusions or how deadly they can be.
"It does, I'm sure you if you peeled back the masks of flesh he wore you'd find someone your order had spurned, in his rage he invited something in he should have left alone and it controlled him to its own end. Somewhere there is a very outraged godling who set this pebble in motion and is very dissapointed it didn't cause the complete avalanche." I could tell the army wasn't real when I necromanced the group, they were empty, completely devoid of any actual anima, just life force. That implies some kind of high minded illusion, or extremely mentally damaged people, I figured illusion since despite looking like clowns they appeared to actually be animated.
"I am not finished here." Siara said that more to herself than me. I was done there, sure I could have tracked down the god illusion character, or whatever had spawned this maurading army, but it wasn't my fight. Wasn't my care. I had business somewhere else (that being anywhere but where I was) and so I left. I found a fishing village south, chartered a boat back home, and wrote the whole thing off as a really bad weekend. Overall I think it was for the best.
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