Form of evil.

It took an hour for Drago, and Grout to reach the camp, and see Arno open with the safe, staring down a fucking green gem. Why he was doing this they had yet to know, hell Arno barley knew what he was doing, but now that they were all gathered they could figure it out. Arno quickly told them about how he sensed that this gem, while valuable was more then what it had seemed. Arno handed the green stone off to Drago, as he observed it, reading the magic around it. This process took about two hours if not three but, Drago now knew what the magic was. The spell used was a seal spell so powerful that many people could have died from it, he took the next thirty minutes to discover its secrets.

"No…. it can't be…. Guys we have a very big problem." Drago said through shaking eyes, and a disturbed look on his face, fear taking over as he lost all composure. "This should trapped in here is, *gulp* a litch." He took a minute to put it down as he tried to regain his composure, the entire situation being unnerving.

"AHHHHHHH!" yelled grout as he tried to stab the gem with his blade. Thankfully instead of the gem breaking his sword nearly did.

"Dude, calm the fuck down!" yelled Arno as he tried to restrain grout. "You breaking the dame thing isn't going to solve the problem.

"This litch has to die, there all murders with no heart or soul." Grout said as he took another swing at the green gem

"STOPPPPPPPP." Yelled Drago, "if you break it then you will release the fucker! You want to curse the world to this again, just let me figure something out; I can find the requirements for the seal to break."

"Well why didn't you say so, if you wanted to stop me assassin then you should have just said that." Said a now calmed down barbarian.

A now pissed off assassin who could do very little to stop the barbarian "I FUCKING DID!"

"I need silence now!" He spent no more than ten minutes piecing together the daggers and blood vial, with the soul seal. "Well I now know that it's a special seal, most likely opened by the blood of one of every dragon." Dago said, almost not worried.

"We can't let snake get this, if he does were then everyone dies." Arno, said through a strained voice.

"Why, not?" said the other two.

"Easy, he already has the blood quota he needs, after all dragons have been disappearing, he wants to wake this litch up, and if we don't give it to him he kills us anyway."

"Dammed if we do, dammed if we don't." The three said in unision, clearly drained of all mental strength and physical.

They heard a howl, as a dire wolf charged them, head on, no time to rest they readied there weapons.

The wolf got first move and tried to bite Arno, narrowly missing his face, this dire wolf was the size of a wolf. Thankfully it was alone, six more and they would be dog food.

Arno threw his three daggers, the spread hitting, the wolf's back leg, chest, and face getting him in the eye.

Grout charged the wolf, thrusting his great sword half way through the wolf's chest. He held him in place as the wolf had adrenaline but that wasn't going to save it, it was already dead, the adrenaline keeping it fighting.

Drago saw this and used his sleep spell to let it die a less painful deaf.

Grout dealt the finishing move, none of them wanted to live this life, killing and doing wrong just to live. Some crave for the reaper to use them, others fear it. They, they are by far his favorite souls to torture, making their lives crap.

All three of the team just laid there, wishing there was another way to live, knowing their wasn't.