The wraith had not even the time to shriek in pain. Soon, his clothes fell limp, and gathered into a pile, empty. A black, hazy mist hovered for a second, then drifted off into wherever. The horse swung its head towards the heap of clothing, and neighed, then dipped its head down to graze. (OOC: Welp, you've killed me. I guess I will RP as the horse. :P Also, at least one of you should fall victim to the Black Breath, as some people were v. close to me.)
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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