Arlo and his stag finally emerged from the forest to a small opening.
The remains of a camp were visible and upon further scanning it seemed to be a hunter outpost.
The stag hopped Arlo off of itself.
"Wha?" Arlo asked. 'How did it make the adjustment of dropping me? is it even capable to do so?' he wondered.
Maybe I gave it too much of that fog? was the thought he had while searching the camp.
He only found rags and useless trash like spoiled meat.
While throwing the meat away he felt a suspicious urge to sleep. He never needed to sleep since his death…
"Come here" Arlos' twisted voice commanded the stag. Using it as a pillow Arlo fell asleep.
Dreams filled to the brim with pain… Arlo dying over and over. Glimpses of him screaming in agony. Aldis is staring at him waiting to be rescued…
He woke up sweating with one thought. Find Aldis!
"More fightas" he groaned, he still wasn't able to talk properly. Maybe if he had a big enough group of skeletons like the stag and himself things would be much easier.
He boarded the stag once again and tried to ask for something.
"Dead?" He tried. "Any dead?". The stag stared at him like he was a complete idiot.
İt was probably thinking about Arlos faulty speech skills. Eventually it guided Arlo to a open area through the woods.
"Ah can sense!" Arlo stuttered.
Tons of dead were located there! Maybe this was a battleground once? Or maybe a burial ground…
Arlo tried to guide the fog he had left to the closest one which was buried under the soil.
Arlo heard an annoyed growl in his mind; the fog was not enough for any of them to accept his offering! They were denying Arlo.
Arlo felt strange 'even though all of you are dead and I am the one still standing…' he thought.
'I will come back!' He acted angry despite not being that much.
Arlo laid under a log and made his stag make deer noises to attract hunters. His intention was to ambush foolish people who hoped to get some easy prey.
Nearly after an hour one showed up. İt was visible that he wasn't experienced and was a simple peasant. The peasant stepped near the log.
Suddenly Arlo's blade emerged under the log and pierced through the hunters boot.
He screamed with confusion after seeing his foot bleeding.
Arlo climbed out and swung his sword to the hunters throat making a swift execution.
Realizing that the fog he gained was two different ones. One directly being consumed by himself and the other one that he can use to raise the dead.
Eventually he rolled the hunters body away and once again laid back under the log.
He did the same thing for two whole days and managed to clear six more hunters. He now felt like he was overflowing with power. The fog he consumed made him learn some basic traps and archery.
"Now me able to" he groaned while swiping the dirt away from his guardian armor.
He and the dead stag returned to the burial ground.
The fog was able to reach four deaths.
'The mindless peasants cannot be equal to them…' he guessed.
The earth slowly trembled and the soil teared itself from the inside.
Four ragged skeletons that were equipped with old axes and chainmail emerged.
Telepathically Arlo showed them his death. They seemed pained. Then Arlo pointed at a local city and said one more thing.
"More"