Azirel strolled through the graveyard, regarding at the putrid rotting corpses and mindless undead creatures, trapped in a state between life and death, with disgust. He had loved this place since he first came to Arda; he hated the morbid sights, the putrid stench, the moaning noises of the sorry souls, the feel of the graveyard itself was disturbing, but still, he loved Dori'ba.

He sat on a gravestone marked, Aspion Niteshaed, the coffin wasn't even burried, and hungry crows ravinously pecked at the case, attemping to break through to the rotting flesh within.
Azirel looked up from Aspion Niteshaed's coffin, and watched a particular zombie, legless and with only one arm, attempting to pull itslelf towards a gaping hole in the ground, but it wasn't having much succes. The mutilated corpse moaned in frustration as it realised it was going in circles.

Azirel approached the zombie carefully, it was severely mutilated, but who knows what it might do? Keeping his eyes on the zombie, he drew his Falchion and removed it's head. Dispite its decapitation, the zombie began screaming and moaning and the arm of the body reached towards Azirel, trying to grab his ankle.

Azirel kicked the head to the side and tore off the zombie's remaining arm. Still holding the arm, he drove his falcion into the zombie's back, pinning it to the ground. He ran towards the head and jabbed the arm into the zombie's head, tearing through its flesh and piercing its skull with a razor-sharp bone. The zombie's eyes closed and it became restfull.

Azirel removed his falchion from the zombie's back and tossed the body and head into the pit it had been pulling itself towards before. He returned to Aspion Niteshaed's grave and watched the crows tap at the coffin once again.

Nissa walked through the graveyard, yet ignoreing the smell and the corspes that werent even bothered to be buried and went straight to the gravestone marked Selene, she knelt by the grave and put her head on the stone and let the tears fall, tears that couldnt be stopped , she cried for about 30 min and got up she looked toward the sound she had heard before and saw a man with unseeing eyes, she looked back at the grave and then out at the lonf steep hill it sat on she walked toward the top of it and looked down seeing a sparse amount of headstones sticking out of the ground, she took one step closer, and misjudged the edge and tripped and felt her body weight shift as she started to tilt and tumble down the hill hitting headstone here and then missing one there and feeling her body develope bruises, as she hit the bottom she rolled into a unused grave and hit her head on a rock at the bottom of it and fell uncounsience.

Azirel heard the shout of a woman and shot up and spun around just in time to see a woman, and elf, tumbling down a hill towards an open grave. He ran as fast as he could down the hill to check on the fallen woman.

When he got to the grave, he peered down and saw her lying unconsious at the bottom. He wasn't exactly sure how to handle the situation, the grave was six feet deep for one, and there wasn't exactly anyone around to help her out.

Azirel heard a strange buzzing sound in his ears. He looked over his shoulder and saw the little imp, Inluluss.
"Inluluss, I need you to go to the nearest village or town, and get help for this woman. Do you understand?" He asked.
Inluluss hummed in response and Azirel wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but when Inluluss zipped away, he hoped it understood what he said.

Azirel stared down into the hole and he didn't know why, but for one of the first times in his life, he actually hoped that someone would be alright.

She remembered a voice and and tried to follow it but her head was killing her, she tried opening her eyes but that urt to much also, she couldnt talk nor could she move she did the only thing she knew she could do she groaned with pain, hopeing that someone will her her and come and help her.

Jaina heard the fall and the screams of the falling elf though she did not knew that it was elf. When she ran to the direction of the screaming and while rining she thought "Damn scavangers! They have come to defile another grave! Damn undeads why do they have to attack the scavangers? Maybe they rise from the graves to seek revenge?" But then she severd herself from thease thoughts. When she arrived at the empty grave and saw the man standing atop of it and the female that was at the bottom she was furious with the man and thought that he was tryng to burry her alive. After that she grabed her staff theough she was poorly trained to use it and yelled "Who are you? Who is the woman in the grave? Move away from the hole!" Then she awaited to see the reaction of the mysterious man that was atop of the hole. She coild also see that the woman at the botom was still alive and she was moaning so she asked her while keeping her eyes on the man "Hey you down there are you ok?"

Azirel was surprised to turn and see a woman.
She pointed a wooden staff in his face and shouted at him, "Who are you? Who is the woman in the grave? Move away from the hole!"
"I am Azirel Silversin, The Red Baron, and I do not know this woman. If I were you I would not be so quick to point your weapon in the faces of strangers," He replied. "Have you come to help her or what?" He said, his voice changing from intimidating and harsh to soft and calm.

Jaina didnt want to get in a word fight now so she said "Excuse me but with all the walking corpses arund you get cinfused." Then she lowerd her staff and saide "Yes i have come to help her." Then she climbed down the undiged grave and cought the woman and tryed to get her out of the hole but she was not strong enough to do it on her own then she looked back at the man and said "Little help here would be nice."

"Need help?" she said as she steped into the land of dead just in time. It was her secound time in this creepy place. She slowlly approached them and glanced down into the grave." What in the world happened here?" she asked in a soft warm voice. She held out her free hand towards Jaina in order to help somehow if she can.

"Yea sure." She said to the request by the woman. Then came the second question and Jaina responded "I just came here. And i found him *Jaina looked at the man* atop this hole and she was inside moaning." Then Jaina handed both of the womans hands to the newcommer and said "you pull i will puck and she will be out in no time."

Before Azirel could respond to what the first woman had said, another woman appeared.
"Him, eh? Well, I do have a name... Why do this the slow hard way when you can do it the 'Azirel way'?"
He grabbed the edges of the grave firmly and slip down the side of the hole.

"Alright, I'm gonna pass her up to you two, and you can pull her out, then, it would be nice if you could help pull me out afterwards. Deal?" Azirel explain, picking up the woman and hoisting her over his shoulder.

He passed the unconcious body up to the top of the pit, waiting for the two women to pull her out.

Jaina wondered for a bit what could mean 'Azirel way'. THen she said ok and placed her hands on the edge of the grave and pushed herself up. When she was atop the grave and before she could clean the dust of the soil she saw how he handed the woman. With a little help from the third woman the one from the grave was out of it. Then jaina offered her hand at the stranger that was so kind to help them out. While he was in the hole in the ground jaina said "I'm sorry for what i said. My name is Jaina Proudmoore." It was introduction for the both of them because she didnt like to repeat herself with the same thing and she especialy hated to tell her name to few peoples at once.

Azirel grabbed Jaina's hand and used it to help scale the wall of the hole.
"Thanks," he said.

After Jaina had told him her name, he decided he should introduce himslef to the third woman. "Well, for those of you who didn't hear earlier, I am Azirel Silversin."

"Anyway, let's focus on the problem, do either of you know anything at all about medicine or healing?" Azirel asked, leaning down to feal the unconcious woman's forehead.

"Eugh, she's cold... Is that good or bad?" He moved his hand to her head, feeling the huge goose egg. "She must have struck her head on the rock," He said, pointing his finger at a good sized grey rock at the bottom of the hill.

"Bad!" SHe said "I know a bit for healing." Then she touched her and she was warmer than Jaina thought. And spoke again "she will be fine she need to rest a bit and a little magic and all will be ok." Then she saw the wound which was on the forhead of the woman placed her hand on it and said two times "Anara'nel belore." Then she removed her hand and the wound was sevearly diminished then as Jaina was kneeling eside her sat at the ground agains a grave stone and spoke to the newly met persons "I know little of healins thus i could not heal her completley but as i said she need little rest and all will be fine." Then she notice the darkness it was as if the night came suddenly and Jaina waved her hand while saing "Selama ashal'anore." and then placed her palm toward the grave and a fireball. WHen it landed it lighted the hole and the shimmering light it was her way to make the area more friendly.

Azirel watched as Jaina healed the elf with a simple spell and lit up the area with a fire ball.
"Ah, so I'm guessing you're a mage of sorts?" He asked.



Inluluss had found a strange person in the graveyard. He flew over to him as fast as he could.
"HELP! HELP! HELP!" Inluluss cried in his strange tongue. "A woman has fallen! Come Quick!" He said as he tugged on the man's ear.

"Oi! Get out of there!" The man shouted as he swatted at Inluluss. "Damn mosquitos..." He grumbled.

Inluluss, shocked at the man's statement. He hovered before the face of the man. "Come! Come!" Inluluss cried.

"What in hell?" The man said when he saw Inluluss. Inluluss tugged on the man's cloak and zipped off towards Azirel.
"Does he want me to follow?" The man asked himself.
He ran after the floating imp.



Before Jaina even opened her mouth, Inluluss, the Whisping Wraith collided with Azirel's face, and a strange cloaked man followed.
He was about six feet tall and extremely thin. He was wearing a long purple cloak, with a hood pulled over his face, so that only his mouth was visable. His skin was pale, and his hands, which clutched a long staff, topped with a wooden moth, were bony and pastey.

"Have you come to help?" Azirel asked the man.

"Help what?" The man responded in a deep, monotone voice.

"This woman, can't you tell she's hurt? Do you know anything about medicine or restoritive magic?" Azirel asked.

"Ah? Yes, I know of restoritive magic... One could say I am a magician. My name is Aspion Niteshaed." He answered.

Aspion Niteshaed... Sounds familiar... Where had Azirel heard that name before?

"Allow me to assist you... Hehe" The man said as he kneeled before the woman.


(OOC:
--- < This signifies the post changing to Inluluss' point of view

--- < This signifies the post changing back to Azirel's point of view.)

Jaina gave a sigh after the conversation between Azirel and Inluluss and spoke to Azirel "Befor i 'came' in this wreched place i was archmage...this is a title my people gave to the most powerful of the wizzards.." When Inluluss came near her Jaina feeled like she was back home when she was fighting the undead so she quickly stood up and made few steps back and said to him "Do not touch her!" Azariel and Elandria looked at her questonabley and she said "He reek of dark powers he is not to be trusted if you ask me!" Her feelings were not sure but her instinct told her that he is up to no good.

"Do not touch her!" Jaina yelled at Aspion. "He reeks of dark powers he is not to be trusted if you ask me!" Jaina alerted Azirel and Elandria.

Azirel stared down Aspion, gripping the handle of his falchion in his right hand. "Is this true, Aspion?" Azirel growled the words, prepared to lash out his massive weapon at any moment.

"Oh, looks like we have another mage here... And who might you be my dear? Hehe, I am indeed one with the forces of death and darkness... I am Aspion Niteshaed, Master of Necromancy!" Said Aspion.

"Of course!" Azirel thought to himself. That's who Aspion Niteshaed was! "The name on the gravestone!"
"So, if your name really is Aspion Niteshaed, then shouldn't you be dead?" Azirel asked.

"Oh... I am dead" Aspion replied with a smug smirk. He pulled back his hood, revealing a gruesome, undead face. Maggots and grubs writhed around in his empty eye sockets.

Azirel struck out with his gigantic falchion, but Aspion easily jumped out of the way.
"If I can't take this woman's soul the easy way, I'll take it by force!" Aspion cried into the night air.
"RESTLESS SPIRITS, LIFELESS BODIES, SERVE ME! NOX MORTUUS!" He screamed in a voice much more shrill and high pitched than his speaking voice.

Suddenly, hundreds of dead bodies rose, and arms shot out of the ground, hoisting rotting and battered corpses out of the earth.
Azirel and Jaina were surrounded, there were hundreds of undead puppets walking, crawling and pulling themselves towards them.

"If you want her, try and get her!" Azirel called mockingly at Aspion. He tensed up and prepared for the onslaught of undead.

Jaina yelled "A necromancer?" THen she lowerd the tone of her voice and again said "No...no this cannot be happening...not again." He looked so much like one of the necromancers that she have helped slay in her past. Then he raised his army of zombies. She was so confused by the commotion that she have confuse the several languages that sheknew and said "Soon you will Bash'a no falor talah!" (Which ment soon you will Taste the chill of true death!) Then without any furthere hessitation she droped her staff extened her hands pointing at the undead with each of her palms and chanded the only spell she could remember it was her trusty fireball "Anu... bala balore...alon, Endala finel endal!, Anara'nel belore." She chanted before eveery fire ball that she have shoot. the Necromancer was counting on numbers not strenght. With each fireball that was cast Jaina was growing weaker and so she yelled to Elandria. "Hey take her and run away." Then she spoke to Azariel "Go help her get her out of here i will hold them as long as i can... do not allow him to take her soul he will take her strenght and god's know how strong her spirit is." Then after two more fireballs fired jaina yelled to Azariel "GO NOW TAKE HER!"

Jaina was doing an okay job of holding off the zombies when she told Azirel to take the body and run.

"NO! I Fight!" Azirel yelled as he charged towards the hoard of zombies infront of Aspion.

"Do you know what hell's like?! 'Cuz you're about to experience it!" Azirel yelled as he lept into a crowd of undead. He plunged his falchion into the chest of a zombie as he punched at the face of a skeleton, knocking it's head flying.
He punched at another skeleton, this time the power of his gauntlets kicked in and the skeleton exploded on contact. He pulled his falchion out of the zombies chest and swung it, beheading it in the process. He stomped his foot on the head of the zombie, opening a crack in the ground which three skeletons caught there feet on and fell. Azirel stepped on each one, crushing their skulls.

Soon, there were piles of bodies around him and he was cutting a path straight towards Aspion. He felt a skeletal hand clutch his wrist, and he swatted it off, smashing its owner with his falchion. Soon, he was overwhelmed, wading through hundreds of skeletons and zombies, but he also noticed that all of the zombies that Aspion summoned had concentrated around Azirel.

"I told you" Aspion said. "If you didn't hand me the woman, I would take her myself, now what will you do?"

"I know excactly what I'm doing, I've been through war, death, hell and back. These things aren't going to break me!" Azirel yelled as he spun around as fast as he could, falchion straight out, unleasing a powerful whirlwind attack, knocking the surrounding undead out of the way.

He jumped through the clearing he had created, leaping straight for the throat of Aspion. The Necromancer began casting a spell when Azirel lept directly onto him, pinning his arms behind him and prepared to slice the throat of his enemy.

Aspion unleashed what magic he had summoned for the final spell he never cast. Azirel felt a surge run through him, weakening him greatly. Suddenly Azirel felt dizzy and lightheaded, but he stuck his Falchion through Aspion's chest, before he blacked out.

Aspion choked and chortled as a crimson spew poored from his mouth. He fell back, unable to remain concious...
But although Azirel and Aspion had fallen, the zombies still stood, concentrated in a circle the began marching towards Jaina and the unconcious woman.
"Warrrrrmthhhhhhhh.... Liiiiiiiife...." They moaned.

Jaina was supprised to see him stay and fight agains overwhelming odds. She was distracted fighting her 'own' undeads. When she heard the necromancer yelling and cought glimps of Azirel's fall. After this the horde of zombies begain swarming her but before that the words of the necromancer have sealed themself into her mind. "Maybe it is a curse" SHe thought while casting another fireball. Her powers diminished by half and on a verge of falling uconcious from the extensive spellcasting she saw how the uconcious woman slowly awake. "About time." She thought. Thnn as she was casting she slowly moved to Azirels body to see if he is still alive. Homehow at in all of the commotion all of the zombies and the lights from the crashing fireballs she was able to get to him it was hard because of all of the arms that were reaching to grab her and the casting of the spells.

When Aspion was stabbed by Azirel, the magical attack he had shot had done help Aspion greatly. Because of it, he did not die, he was injured, but deffinately not dead...

Aspion stirred, stepping up from the ground and atop a gravestone.
He roared with laughter. "FOOLS! Did you actually think that you could kill me!? Ha! Only a flesh wound!" He said as he plunged his arm through the hole Azirel cut into him. "Now, my army will once again serve me, and that fool won't be able to stop them if he's unconcious!" He yelled.
"RESTLESS SPIRITS, LIFELESS BODIES, SERVE ME! NOX MORTUUS!" He cried, but nothing happened. "What? What happened to me? My magic... It's gone!!!" "Well then... After I figure out what's wrong, I shall hunt you down, and destroy you myself!" He said as he hopped from on top of the gravestone and fled. Soon he was out of site and out of the graveyard.

Nissa heard many voices as she slowly came inot counciousness. She groaned in pain when she felt the pain that was shooting form her head and down her spine.Cracking her eyes open she looked around and saw a man and 2 women, she slowly tried to ssit up but decided that wasnt the best thing to do at the moment, her head spun and she laid back down. What appened and where am I? She didnt remember what happened to her and her head was all fuzzy. There was noise all around ehr and she called for her familiar for comfort. A noise came fromthe trees and her gorrila came crashing through straight at them. It was huge and stood above her protectively.

As Aapin left the zombies fell lifles on the ground. Jaina ran toward Azirel to check him and then she heard the woman askin where is she and what happened and jaina responded "You are i a god forsaken graveyard and i do not know what happened we found you in the grave and took you up you are safe for now." Then she kneeled near Azirel and touched him from her knowlage for spells she knew that this will not last long because usualy a spell which paralise its victim and send them unconcious so that the caster may finish them quickly. Jaina slaped Azirel's face few times. Then she heard crashing and bashing sound and saw the gorrila came Jaina fell as she was standing and yelled "Avery one run we cant fight this thing....not now!"

(Stop controling other's charactars, Jaina. If i do not post - it doesn't means my chara doesn't understand anything..Ugh...)

Elandria watched all of the commotion calmnly. She was the only one that undeads didn't ever dare to even touch her - they felt the holy auro emiting from her mother's amulet. On it was ange's name encraved who protects from undead creatures. " Am not going to run.." she whispered and glanced at the sky - full moon is high in the skie and made her triple moon tattoo flow earthrealy on her forahead. At that, undeads seeing the tattoo backed away. Elandria griped onto her staff and rushed attacking undeads herself knocking one after one as if would be greatly expierenced in martial arts. She knew what she was doing, undeads were falling and rising againg and yet Elandria was still fighting withought a hesitation, her eyes were flaming as of a true warrior and finaly when all undeads were beated and some few ran away like cowards Elandria glanced and those three with a serious but still warm look on her eyes and a faint smile played upon her lips." Names......Elandria....De....Rose.." she muttered softly and fell onto her knees with her staff leaning onto the ground so that wouldn't fall down completly." Please to meet ya.."

(ooc:sorry i post from my point of view.)

Jaina heard the name and saw the fall then quickly got up on her legs and ran toward it. Just few steps from her she tripped on a scull and fall on the gound but she was fine. When she got back on her knees she asked Elandria "Are you ok? Were you injured?" As always Jaina was redy to help though she was bearly remaining concious. While she was doing this she completly forgot about the gorrila and after that she thought that if it havnt attacked them this far maybe it wont attack them at all but she was not sure.

She shook her head slightly at Jaina's question and smiled faintly." I am fine....just slightly...tired.." she said. Elandria didn't sleep three days during her journey to this Arda realm. She came here hoping to find her old friend but found only dangers and fights so far. How much she will have to fight?How much she will have to expierence in here. Elandria struggled onto her feet using her staff fdor support and offered her hand to Jaina to help her up. " Strange way to befriend.." she commented with a slight soft chuckle and glanced at other two" Are you alright?" she asked them hoping they are alright.

Jaina giggled took her hand and said "I have made friends in far worse and odd situations. For example...." She suddenly stoped talking knowing that the rest will not understand nor care about how she made friends. After Elandria asked the rest how are they Jaian went to Nissa and for one last time she caster her the spell to cure light wounds because and after the spell she didnt have the strenght to cast another one. Then asked her "How do you feel? How did you even hit your head?"

Nissa saw her look at the gorilla and shot to her feet, and said in a threatning voice you will not touch it, look at it like you are going to attak him he is mine and you will be killed by me if you so much as scratch him. She looke down the hill at the undead and rolled ehr eyes and grabbed for her sword, she sighed in frustration and figured it was left in the grave. She looked back at the girls and at the boys and glared no knowing which one forget. She walked down the hill completly ignoreing the undead and walked to the edge of the grave and looked down. Her sword was laying beside the rock and she bent down to retrive it and when she got up swung it around at the undead that had raised its sword to strike her in the head. Shye calmly wiped her sword off and walked abck up the hill and held her hand out to each of them and said Im Nissa Rhiannon, thank you for saving me, or well helping me. She grinned and healed the rest of her cut with her magic without saying anything.

She helped Jaina up and smiled some at them all."No problem, miss Nissa....glad your ok" she said warmly and looked around some." I'd suggest to get outta here as well for in the land of the dead undeads are constantly strolling aimlessly..." she said and walked towards Azirel and knelt down beside him trying to awake him from uncoucious state." Azirel?....wake up....time to go" she said slightly shaking his body slightly worried about him.

Miss Nissa? she said with sarcasim why did you address me so nonformaly? She looked at Azirel and cocked an eyebrow and walked over she put her hands over his chest and sent magic through her hands as it entered his body and healed whatever wounds he may have had. Looking at his face she wondered why he had saved her.

Jaina adressed all of her compannions and said "we sould realy be going. I know a place in which we may stay for few days. Once we are there we will get aquainted more or less but it is not safe here." She knew if they stay here much longer it was getting more dangerous. Then looked at the gorilla and said to Nissa "You said that he is yours? Right? If htat is so can it help us to carry Azirel?"

Azirel felt himself being sucked out of the dream he was in as his eyelids fluttered opened just intime to see Nissa had woken up and was standing near a humungous Gorilla.

He looked around and noticed that Aspion had disappeared.
"What happened to Aspion?" He croaked weakly. He managed to pull himself into a sitting position.
He turned his head so that he was looking at Nissa. "Hi, my name's Azirel... Do you know that Aspion guy or something?" He asked her. He didn't actually think she did, but he seemed so obsessed with her soul.


He tried to stand up but fell to the ground. "Dammit, my legs are paralyzed or something!" He cursed

"In time thei will be ok." Then she walked to him and ofered her hand and her staff to help him get up and go away from this wreched place. Then she spoke to Azirel again "He cursed you to pass out it is a common from where i come it expire in ten fifteen minutes. The necromancers in my home use it to kill their victims with great ease. Apperently he was no different.

Azirel coughed as he grabbed onto Jaina's staff and picked himself up.
"Nevermind, I can stand fine, I just can't get up, and I dunno about walking..." He carefully and slowly put his foot ahead of him and tried to pull himself to it. He was able to walk fine, but he was weak, and he knew it would take a while to walk properly.

"But what happened to Aspion? He's gone," He asked. Unsheathing his Falchion of Chaos and using it to steady himself.

(OOC: Eep, short post)

"He left."she said "When you fell on the ground he tryed to call for more zombies but failed something was wrong. After he failed he just ran and swared to hunt us down." Then she adressed Nissa "So what is so special about you that a crazy undead will want your sould for?" SHe asked though she knew for what a necromancer will nead a soul but she was not sure if in this place it is for the same purpose.

(ooc: dont worry mine is short too :) )

She looked at her and then back at her gorilla and spoke in a wisper in elvish. She bent down and slightly lifted him as the gorilla came over and picked him up and put him over his shoulder and onto his back, she smiled and said yes he can and i agree we should be getting going it isnt safe i can feel it. she set off for the gates in which you enter the graveyard.

The gorilla picked up Azirel with such an ease that jaina said "Wooah ther big fella cerful not to break him." Then smiled. When Nissa went to the gates Jaina followed her close because she herself didnt knew how she got here nor she knew the way out of this wreched place. When she looked at the sky she could see the first morning sun light and said "Ahh the dawn arrived atlast." She knew that the day will provide some sort of protection or atleast she hoped so.

"Some kind of policy, sorry Nissa" she said smiling responding to her question and glanced at Azirel." Welcome back, sleeping beauty" she said smiling at Azirel." Glad your ok but we must hurry....." she said and fallowed Nissa to the gates using her staff as a support for she was exhausted herself after fighting hardly zombies after three sleepless nights and days. Elandria knew that when she will close her eyes, she will drift into deep sleep for many long hours...or perhaps one day....she needed her rest and sleep as all they did....

"WOAAAAH!" Azirel shouted when the gorilla lifted him right off the ground.
"Yes, we should be going, but as long as it's daylight, the zombies will rest as well, plus, I highly doubt Aspion will return so quickly after his first defeat."
Azirel still wondered why Aspion wanted Nissa's soul in particular, when there were so many trapped souls in the graveyard.

"Wait, before we leave, I must show you all something. Nissa, tell your Gorrilla to head back up that hill, the one you fell down," Azirel said, remembering the tombstone marked, "Aspion Niteshaed". He remembered that it wasn't at all uncovered, so if the Necromancer that had attacked them really was Aspion Niteshaed, Azirel wanted to know what was really down there.

She had been walking at a steady pace when Azirel Said to go back up the hill and down to the grave where she had fallen into. She looked at him puzzled but wispered again to the gorilla. Making there way back up the hill she asked, why do you wish to go back there? Why is of importance? she hid her teeth as she saw the sky rising and the warm sun begin to slightly irritate her she did not burn being only half vampire but she still got the teeth when hungry. She turned ehr face and walked back down the hill and put her head to her head and screamed as memories flashed through her ehad. and the pain in her body got worse.

Suddenly, as if out of no where, Nissa hid her face and screamed.
"Wh- Are you alright?" Azirel yelled from atop the hulking ape. He climbed down the furry back of the gorrilla and kneeled next to Nissa, he looked back to Jaina and Elandria. Then suddenly a realisation shot into his head that he didn't notice when he first looked at her. He looked back at Nissa and noticed she had large fangs in her mouth. He jumped back, surprised at this.
Could she be a vampire? It would make sense that she screamed just as the light shone above the hill. He wasn't sure to help her or back away, she could be undergoing some terrible demonic transformation.

She looked back at the others and beckoned for them to come and then looked back to Nissa, he had no idea what to do.