"Those guys in the tower know what's good for them," declared War Mind. "They will stay inside that tower until we leave."
"I guess it will spare us a few bodies," replied the Pail Scourge.
The hunched figure of a man in a cloak covered in translucent silver stones. His walking stick click against the palaces Marble floor. His body was pail except for the black veins as liquid unlife consumed him. Both his eyes where red but one was a bulging red stone shaped like a bugs eye. His skin was cold he did not breath, but he still walked unopposed through the palace.
"Three days left I guess you don't care at this point," hissed the meat puppet.
"Today is the fifth night," responded the mage. "I have two days before I lose what's left of my humanity. This will finish tonight."
"What you fear death," asked War Mind?
"You should know that death is not the worst thing that can happen to a person," replied the mage. "I don't know anyone who would still say I am alive the way I am. My heart is stopped my body is cold and I am still walking. I am not too different from Scab at this point. Except I am more powerful and for two more days I don't care to eat all life."
"You believe in two days you will not become a worse monster," asked War Mind?
"I have been becoming a worse monster for two months," replied the mage. "We have left a scar draining the life from every tree and bug since we left Yourz. It is not natural, and I can feal my mind slipping."
RrrAGHH!
A man in full plate armor came out of a hallway with a great sword and cleaved the mages head from his body. The head hit the ground with an annoyed look on its face and rolled a foot down the hallway.
"The nightmare is over I have killed the evil specter!" declared the knight.
The War Minds puppet looked shocked and looked at the knight.
"Damn fool this does nothing but increases the body count," yelled the puppet.
"Why are you still move corpse!?" cried the knight.
"Because he made these bodies to last," replied the puppet. "What kind of fairy tale are you living in were killing the enemy general unkills your side you moron. If we are this far in, you can't stop us, and you have destroyed the one creature that would negotiate with you."
The knight recoiled at the words of the puppet.
Then the headless body grabbed the man's shoulder. The puppet thought he saw the knights' eyes bulged out of his helmet. The other hand pulled a pistol from under the cloak.
Bang!
"War Mind," thought the exasperated mind of the Pail Scourge. "Pick up my head and put it back on my neck. Facing the right direction."
War Mind picked up the mages head and placed it back on the body as red light glowed under the cloak as the head began to reattach. The knight had been shot in the heart soon to die on the ground. The mages head finished attaching and he spit a glob of black gunk into the knights wound. The pair walked away as the man died and got back up great sword in hand.
"How did he get so close?" pondered War Mind out loud.
"Void mage probably told him how," replied the mage.
"I am growing suspicious of this void mage," scoffed War Mind.
"Supposedly a young one perhaps unpracticed and less powerful than the Traveler," responded the Pail Scourge. "you must admit the walls were always strangely prepared for our attacks. They had explosives placed at the places where the walking houses would attack every night."
"Perhaps they are inexperienced and that is why we have gotten this far," agreed War Mind. "Still with the information that the Traveler has I don't know if any army could stand against him."
"He doesn't need to face an army," replied the Scourge. "It would fail to assemble or better yet never decide it needs to fight him."
"Whereas this one has attached itself to the target of your revenge," mumbled War Mind. "That seems unwise. Suppose that a void mage advised the queen to attack the village. Would that not make it the void mages fault and not the queens."
"The queen was convinced she gave the order or gave someone else permission to scorch Yourz," replied the Pail Scourge. "And the Traveler said it was the queens fault. It is very late to change the target of revenge now."
The pair walked through a broken door into a throne room. Corpses ate the bodies of dead knights covering the floor. Rat folk musketeers sat atop A black dragon curled around the throne. Twenty-Eight used its tail to trap a woman and her child in the chair. The woman was well dressed and had a disheveled crown on her head. In her lap was a child with eyes black as the void that seemed to suck the light from the room into them.
"So that is a void mage," Hissed War mind. "And her highness the queen as best I can remember."