Candleman - Concept sketches pg 3

Ohhh that's interesting. { "The Priest of Azmordon, the Vile One who almost ushered in the end of the world as we know it..." Shivers an old bearded monk like of a man. With both hands wrapped around a mug of warm cider, as he hunches over it as if chilled by winters grasp. He continues, "I used to be an adventurer like you till..." He pauses trying to refrain from the horrors of his own mind. "until I tried to fight off what I thought was another undead creature...I was drawn to the beast...I..." He takes a hard gulp of his cider and his breathing becomes more erratic and heavy. "I just tried to save them, you understand?! but this... this thing was not like any undead I ever faced. It called unto me...I was like a moth...and I was somehow sorry for its existence, wanting to embrace and weep for the poor thing. Their dead because of me!!! you understand, these things which you peruse, will only get you ALL killed!!!" and with that the old man pushes away from the table in horror as if he sees you are these beast...cringing and reverting to a child like state in a darkened corner of this long forgotten and abandoned tavern, in the middle of a wasteland long rejected. } and that's my story and I am sticking to it!!! LOL Yes I can write like this on the fly, or a wolf, or on anything I think LOL. peace. LOL