Kranath stepped through the dark distortion of soace. The sensation was almost like that of his resurrection, a feeling of being and not being, a sweet embrace of dark and cold.
He hated it. Death was his to command, he didn't need reminders of his time in that state of being. But still, a means of quick travel was convenient. He'd deal with it.
When he stepped into the new landscape, he surveyed their environs. He could see it there in the distance, a two story affair with a barn and stable close by. It would do nicely.
Very well. Well done - I'll contact you when it's finished.
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About ten minutes later, Kranath found himself behind the barn. The structure itself was well made, but where age and elements had warped the wood, there were gaps that allowed him to see inside. He could see a single man, fending to a pair of large cows. They had apparently caught scent of a predator - no surprise, considering there was one looking in on them now - and they were skittish and constantly fidgeting. With no obvious way in from the back, he skirted around the far side of the structure, seeing no one outside and none peeking out the windows.
This would be too easy. Alone with nothing but a pair of animals, this man had little means of defending himself from the attacker coming from behind. Quietly, he crept into the barn, his eight inch kodachi in hand. His feet made not a sound as he continued onward, and his other hand swirled with blackness, almost like a multitude of tiny insects.
When he was but two feet behind the other, he slipped the narrow blade underneath the back of his ribcage, near his spine. With his other hand, swirling with necromantic energy, he gripped the back of the man's throat, the black specks of energy moving around the man's head and face , finding its way in ears, eyes, nose, mouth.
He never even fell. The dwindling vitality of the man was suppressed and negated by the darkness entering his body, snuffing out mortal life. The man's eyes appeared far away and empty.
Kranath removed his blade and his hand, and the automaton stood, turning slowly.
"Remain here," Kranath said. "In fifteen minutes, go into the house, clean the blood off of your corpse, and change clothing. Afterwards, follow your mortal routine." As he said this, his eyes swirled into pure blackness as he commanded the dead. When he finished, they returned to normal, his eyes glowing balefully.
((OOC: Gotta stop here, brain is being difficult, I'll pick it up again later, but you can respond if you like =p))