Ever since the infestation of spirits, Morgan found himself hiding in his cave nearly all the time for days. When the event first occurred, he had something of a sensory overload. The auras of thousands upon thousands of beings exploded out of the earth at once, filling the samoyed's mind with far too many images to comprehend. He crawled to his original abode out of pain, where the vast amount of saltwater nearby was enough to repel the ghosts for the time being.
After taking some days to recover, the canine brought himself to leave his hiding spot out of some sense of duty. For the first time in quite a while, he formed a thick, full set of ice armor out of the sea's water, as well as a pair of large pikes of ice. Tossing aside any thoughts of wasting any more time, he pulled a wave forward from behind himself. The water gathered around the samoyed, then blasted forward to allow him to cut through the forest at a high speed. He was as determined as ever to help out any Tanglers in need, even if it hurt him. As he passed by the Crater, he shuddered as he sensed the aura of post-death emanating from the cracks that had appeared there. He reached the town in a brief minute, landing in front of the broken statue in the square.
Suddenly, the General was hit by a wave of sensory information. Even if he was not near the crater, he could feel the presences of a massive amount of others all at once. He cringed and felt a bit faint; he had only been used to sensing a few Tanglers at a time, but the spirits had clearly overrun the town with immense numbers.
A chilling feeling hit Morgan next as his mind began to parse the auras of those nearby. They were more than just familiar;
Yet, he was not the only one hurt; the former Tanglers screamed in a garbled, distorted unison not unlike nails on a chalkboard. The armor had burned them, badly. Their already mangled, grotesque forms then boasted ugly scars across their faces where they had touched the saltwater armor, which rattled the General even more.
But his plea fell on deaf ears.
(TL;DR: A big group of Tanglers who had disappeared and died since Morgan became leader have come back to torture him. He kinda needs a lot of help since he's been stricken by guilt and won't use his saltwater weapons to hurt them yet.)
After taking some days to recover, the canine brought himself to leave his hiding spot out of some sense of duty. For the first time in quite a while, he formed a thick, full set of ice armor out of the sea's water, as well as a pair of large pikes of ice. Tossing aside any thoughts of wasting any more time, he pulled a wave forward from behind himself. The water gathered around the samoyed, then blasted forward to allow him to cut through the forest at a high speed. He was as determined as ever to help out any Tanglers in need, even if it hurt him. As he passed by the Crater, he shuddered as he sensed the aura of post-death emanating from the cracks that had appeared there. He reached the town in a brief minute, landing in front of the broken statue in the square.
Suddenly, the General was hit by a wave of sensory information. Even if he was not near the crater, he could feel the presences of a massive amount of others all at once. He cringed and felt a bit faint; he had only been used to sensing a few Tanglers at a time, but the spirits had clearly overrun the town with immense numbers.
A chilling feeling hit Morgan next as his mind began to parse the auras of those nearby. They were more than just familiar;
"No..."
he whispered, eyes shutting. "So you all... you really are..."
The ice around him flickered like a cold fire as his breath quickened. These ghosts were not foreigners. They were not even all particularly ancient. The dog gasped out a breath of surprise as his deductions were answered."You let us die."
Not one, not two, but at least twenty Tanglers' voices echoed out around him. A huge mob of apparitions appeared in a circle, each one appearing scarred, battered, and maimed. The startled dog found no words to answer with, no justifications for any actions of lack thereof. To his silence, the disgusting spirits replied with force. Several ghostly animals tackled him all at once, screeching as they collided with his armor. They phased through it and bit into him, leaving an unusual pain with no marks and causing Morgan to yell. Yet, he was not the only one hurt; the former Tanglers screamed in a garbled, distorted unison not unlike nails on a chalkboard. The armor had burned them, badly. Their already mangled, grotesque forms then boasted ugly scars across their faces where they had touched the saltwater armor, which rattled the General even more.
"Please... I, I didn't mean for this to happen."
The angry Tanglers did not care, for the leader was clearly the target of their hatred. "I don't want to hurt any of you..."
But his plea fell on deaf ears.
"Any of the pain you bring upon us now is nothing compared to that which was caused by your betrayal, 'Commander'."
A familiar Tangler emerged from the crowd, his announcement of the outdated term surprising the samoyed. Once again, he had no response, and received a searing swipe across the face. He nearly picked up one of his pikes to attack back with, but held himself back completely as his muscles tightened up. He had no desire to hurt those whom he had already hurt with the pain of death, so he did not fight back as more and more of the apparitions threw themselves at him to attack. His screaming barks could be heard all over the town nearby as the spirits hacked and slashed at him.(TL;DR: A big group of Tanglers who had disappeared and died since Morgan became leader have come back to torture him. He kinda needs a lot of help since he's been stricken by guilt and won't use his saltwater weapons to hurt them yet.)