Dori'ba. The lands where the restless dead souls wander the night, nocturnally extracting some satisfaction from their tortured and tormented souls, be it by being free for a small time, gazing longingly into the sky. Perhaps they seek it in a more brutal way, slaying and killing all who dare to stray into their territory. As much as Veltan disliked the idea, the latter was probably the more common. Veltan knew that he would not be welcomed in the Land of the Dead, but there was something he just had to take care of, and nothing, be it living or dead, was going to get in his way. Steeling himself for all that he might see there, Veltan patted Anathar, his wide bladed longsword that he had scabbarded at the left of his waist. As he set foot into the grassless, bone and skeletal remain strewn ground, with patches of long dead foliage and shrubbery, he knew that the suns light would soon fail him. Once the moon decided to push the sun down under that horizon, Veltan would see the wrath and fury that lay entombed beneath his feet. The solar source of light was falling away and there seemed to be a whisper, an echo of a song in his ear, or maybe his mind.
"Bright eyes
Blinded by fear of life,
Betrayed by sunrise"
Veltan listened eagerly for more, but none came, so he shook his head and pressed forward. He walked on in complete concentration, keeping a watchful eye on the sun, who was sinking slowly away. The song continued, and it was definately external.
"Everything is out of control
Sorrow's gone away,
Broken memories
Walking upstairs
Step by step.
I see the whole world burning,
The poet dies in Ourland,
O how it burns tonight."
Only this time, Veltan had countered it with a verse of his own.
"Bright Eyes
Fool just another,
I've been waiting
For signs of God.
Create, enslave, behaved
everything is out of control."
Veltan awaited a response, but the lyrical essence seemed to be no more, so he continued his ever so grim advance. As he stepped, the ground cracked a few feet ahead of him and the sun slipped down under the sky, away for the moon to take her turn. A spiritually armored figure drifted out of that crack and fixed it's dark gaze upon the trespasser.
"Leave me alone
Isolation bears hope
There's something else waiting
A promised destiny
Freezing me
I feel restless and low
These days full of sadness
How joyfully changed
Into fear
My freakshow will start tonight
Don't miss the right time"
Veltan's eyes grew wide as he saw the face of the semi-transparant figure and he stammered for the word. "M-Master?" he choked out. "But how?" he asked quizzically. But the ghost's face fell and he sanke back under the earth after inscribing but one thing on the cracked earth.

Veltan moved forward to see what it was that his late-master had told him and saw only the word "Barrows" cracked into the corpse of the land. But the dead had started to rise before he could even begin to try discerning what it meant. Anathar flashed into his hand as spirit, corpse and other dead creatures piled out of their graves, closing in on Veltan fast, he did not have much time to react. A little bit of help could be useful right about now, but if he had to go it alone, then so be it. And so Veltan took up his fallen masters blade, Anathar, and methodically worked his way into an arcane state. His sword, he knew, would be so useless on the spirits, and he would have to fall back upon the talents of the mind. The corpses might not die from his sword, but it would hold them off. A nearby corpse, the closest, and most dead looking there lunged, teeth bared towards Veltan, who slashed his blade at the open air around him. The sword glowed as the air rushed by it and the corpse fell into thousands of tiny particles as the Vanquish Undead spell took it's effect.

Garet's paws felt a sudden change as he stepped over the border and into the dead lands. It was already dark, probably not the best time to be here. Sniffing the air, he detected the scent of death and evil. As he traveled farther inward, it became stronger, and began to weaken him. Slowly, he shifted into his human form. The smell lessened as he no longer had the powerful nose of a wolf.

His feet began to crunch on the hard earth. Looking down, he saw a skeleton, thankfully not alive, slowly sinking into the earth. Jumping away from the spot, Garet watched as the skeleton sunk into the earth, leaving only a small crack behind. As he turned around, he saw a bright flash in the distance, followed by the sound of an explosion. Running towards the spot, Garet saw another humanoid surrounded by a variety of corpses, skeletons, and spirits. Garet unsheathed his sword. He need not worry about killing here. The dead would rise again each night, and felt no pain. Running up behind a corpse, he brought the blade crashing down on its head. Falling over, it began to sink into the ground as the skeleton had down.

Seeing a new enemy, some skeletons, corpses, and a few spirits came at Garet. Garet wondered if the man he had killed years ago was among them. Garet had come to make peace with the man's spirit, but first he would have to get out of this in one piece. Knocking an eager skeleton out of the way, Garet charged at the undead blocking his path. If he could get to the other warrior, then they might stand a chance. Raising his sword high, Garet suddenly swung low, cutting the feet out from under a corpse. Not waiting for the others, he ran towards the other warrior. He felt a dagger piercing his shoulder, and swung around, knocking a skeleton to pieces...

Veltan's spell had destroyed the undead soldier and he turned towards the flourescent spirit closest him. He raised Anathar and hacked his way through it. The blade simply slid through as if it were the air he breathed. Only slightly discouraged, Veltan swung his blade again, casting the Vanquish spell again. The spirit glowed a faint incandescent red and it simply faded away. Just as Veltan felt safer, the ground tore open and his ankle was grabbed by yet another corpse. As it tried to pull him under, Veltan's sword bit through the wrist, releasing the grip and allowing him to escape. Veltan was engaged in the dread struggle for several minutes when the second fighter came to aid him. Veltan did not know why the other fighter was here, he was just kind of glad he did. And at the same time, a little disapointed. Granted the aid was nice, Veltan was just more or less hoping to speak with his master in private, and now a whole manner of thigns was interfering with that.

As that notion crossed his mind, Veltan fought more furiously. The second fighter had said not one word, but was stabbed with a dagger through the shoulder, though not interfering with his ability to fight. Veltan ducked an overhead blow from a dead body with an Axe, and ran the thing through, though that did not kill it. That was the problem with fighting corpses, Veltan noted, they simply would not die very easily. Veltan remedied the problem with a quick solution that involved dismemberment. The fight was begining to incense Veltan and the instant that he could, he would unleash a spell that would drive them all off with a force that required alot of Arcane control to pull off. The only issue was that it required more time than this close combat was giving. Veltan battled his way through the horde as best he could and tried to get some space in between himself and the hordes of the dead that seperated him from joining them.