![]() In the center of the ring, Thorn battled waves of corrupted Wolfkin, all the while keeping an eye on Gelish, who was still releasing the bloody scent. After a couple breaths he gathered his focus and plunged through the ward, racing as fast as he could toward another set of fallen Wolfkin. The captain panted for a moment, taking in large gulps of air, his body relaxing. As soon as they entered the sphere, their symptoms vanished and they were soon able to struggle to their feet, joining the others. The Wolfkin who were lucky enough to be inside the magical dome were not affected by the corrupting smell of blood and stood, waiting anxiously.Ĭaptain Del’har, his face locked in a furious scowl, was dragging two Wolfkin who had been curled up on the ground retching into the protected range of the statue. As the words spilled from his lips they turned silver and hovered in the air, weaving together to form a semi-circular dome, covering everything within ten feet of the statue. Near the statue of Hati, Elder Havva bowed his head, chanting a long prayer. The whistle of the spike cutting through the air caused the Wolfkin to pause, but the corrupting influence of the bloodrage was too strong and soon they surged forward again. The stunning effect of his howl stopped most of the charging Wolfkin mid-stride and Thorn took care of the few that managed to shake off the effect with a sweeping blow of his massive metal spike. With no time to exchange it for an actual weapon, Thorn shrugged and threw back his head. Dried blood and rust flaked from the spike’s pitted surface as his gauntleted hand tightened around it. Reaching for his tetsubo, Thorn only remembered that it had never been fixed when the massive metal spike he had ripped from the floor of Greymane Keep appeared in his hand. Since the trial by combat was already ruined, Thorn did not hesitate to draw a weapon. Sure enough, the moment the ringing sound faded the corrupted Wolfkin lunged forward, teeth bared and claws out. The newly corrupted Wolfkin from the crowd had their eyes fixed on him and Thorn instinctively knew what was going to happen next. ![]() Double checking that Captain Del’har was not turning into a corrupted monster, Thorn flexed his fingers. “Well, this devolved quickly.” Thorn muttered under his breath. The Wolfkin who were being corrupted suddenly froze, their bloodshot eyes locking onto Thorn’s shining figure. With a ringing sound it spread from him, purifying the bloody smell as it washed over the crowd. All around the ring Wolfkin were either being consumed by rage or falling to the ground in pain.Īs if in response to the spreading corruption, the silver moon in the sky pulsed again, sending down a wave of silver energy to land on Thorn. Cursing, Thorn looked around, unsure what to do. The remaining Wolfkin shivered, their eyes turning bloodshot and their forms starting to twist and swell. ![]() Many among the tightly packed Wolfkin around the ring fell to their knees as the smell hit them, gagging and retching. The crimson brand gave off the stench of blood, sickening and weakening those that smelled it. As Gelish’s twisted form reached completion, the cage warped again, sinking into Gelish’s body. In his place was a corrupted monster from a nightmare. Gone was the self-controlled monk that Thorn had faced initially. The Wolfkin warrior had lost almost any semblance of his former self by this point. Impassively, Thorn watched as Gelish struggled and grew in the crimson cage. His form grew, quickly reaching Thorn’s height as his muscles swelled. His body writhed as the energy remolded him, causing sharp black spikes to grow from his spine and forearms. Inside the cage streams of bloody energy poured into Gelish causing him to scream in pain. Near the statue of Hati, Elder Havva sighed, his head drooping even further. Gasps rose from the crowd as the Wolfkin sensed that something was off.
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