Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark stepped away from a suspicious-looking mound of earth. A moment later, it burst open and began to wheeze bursts of noxious green smoke.
Zombie-Dimitri slammed the end of his halberd into the ground. The night lamps illuminating the streets dimmed... and several more holes opened in the ground surrounding the Rogue-Ranger team.
"Hey, Edge," Lone frowned.
"Yah?"
"In the Holy Country... can uh... making holes in the roads get you executed?"
Edge grimaced as he surveyed the area, "M...aybe. But I think the uh... Necromancy's a more executable offense."
"Oh. Right," Lone nodded, "Necromancy's illegal here..."
"[You...]" Dimitri growled, deep and echoey... "[Once My Order Claims the Essence of an Archbishop, Master Dunzis Will Cleanse This Realm of Your Holy Country... Nay... of ALL THE LIVING!!!!]"
