Iyago knew he wasn't alone, despite the overwhelming sense of solitude that he felt as he ran through the dark forest. The image of the ragged corpses lingered in his mind; those haunting, cold, lifeless eyes, the grey, shriveled skin, and tattered armor. A burst of light broke him from his thoughts as a fireball blew past him.
"Holy shit, what the fuck!" Iyago yelled jumping out of the way.
He crouched behind a large tree and clenched his fist; in seconds it was arching with electricity. The sparks ran up his arm like little snakes. He peeked out from behind the cover in time to see another ball of fire slam into the tree next to him. Bits of charred wood landed all around him as he leapt from his cover and hurled a bolt of lightning towards his attacker.
"Eat shit mother fucker!" He yelled as the bolt connected with the figure.
For a second, the light from the blast allowed Iyago a glimpse at his enemy. It was clear that this wasn't another one of the many mummified warriors he'd encountered, this one was floating and dressed in tattered robes. There was a mask on its face, carved into the shape of a face.
Its body shook from the shock, then collapsed onto the ground in a heap. Iyago approached the body slowly. It wasn't moving, that was a good sign; there was a massive scorch mark on its chest where the bolt had made contact. He reached down and pried the mask from its face; the skin beneath was just as wrinkled as pale as the rest of its body; but there was a long flowing beard on its chin.
"Ugh, you shitbags are fucking ugly as sin," Iyago griped as he picked up the staff that lie beside it, "But I'll give you credit, you have nice weapons."
The long rod had a carving of a beast on the top; the rest of the pole was carved with an intricate design like a maze.
"Fancy fucking staff you got here, but I'm more of a swords guy, mages are a bunch of fucking nerds and pansy ass motherfuckers." Iyago said as he tossed the pole next to the corpse.
He looked at the mask in his hands, it was made of some kind of wood; the carvings on it were less detailed than the staff, but still beautiful none-the-less. Iyago flipped it over, the inside was worn smooth; the rings from the wood were visible.
"Well, it'd be a shame to let such good armor go to waste." Iyago said as he put it on.
