Within the catacombs of the Dunwharrok...

The sounds of dripping water echoed throughout the black expanse. Beneath the Black Mountain, a series of caves lay untouched by purity, a place covered in the hidden filth of the evil creatures that had for ages dwelt there. This was the home of the Okmazh, a wicked race of monsters that lived to corrupt and twist all things around them. Into this land of darkness, Alaik the Hero of Ahpla carefully entered, keeping one of his thin blades drawn, and the other ready. He looked vainly from side to side, then lit a candle to light his harrowing way.
" Figures I would end up in a place like this," he said as he fanned his youngling flame. " Of all the places where a sacred sword could be hidden, the King had to tell me to go to the most creepy part of all Ahpla to search. Yep, just my luck."
Just then, the sound of uneven breathing and a scraping, painful sound reached his ears, like every breath grinded ribs together in unison with the sickly respiration.
A bead of sweat dropped from Alaik's forehead, glistening in the candlelight.
" Who's there?"
The gasping sounds continued, in mockery of his cautious anticipation.
A spark flashed to his left. The stale air shifted.
Alaik leaned violently backwards, just as a rotting throwing axe whistled above his head. He watched as it seemed to crawl past him, and as a hideous, decaying creature emerged from the black like a hornet from it's nest. It had the appearance of a person beyond age, almost like a corpse that greedily held its life force within. It's black hair was sparse, matted and greasy under a pointed, rusty helmet. The armor that covered the body of the creature was equally rusted, and amost indistinguishable from the gray flesh. But the thing that truly brought understanding as to what this monster was, were the black gaping holes where the eyes of most natural creatures would be. They drew your gaze and held you like a vice holds a piece of unmolded steel. Knowing this, Alaik looked away from the horrible beast. This was not a common sight in Ahpla. His knowledge told him this-
This was an Okmazh, the scourge of the Great Expanse.
His knowledge also told him that something, or someone, was controlling it, for no Okmazh dared to come so near to the outside world. They always lurked far deeper within.
And before Alaik could even wonder who it was that was guiding this creature, a figure stepped into the light as an answer to his unasked question.

OoC: I would like to fight you, but first I need to have a link to your character.

OoC: Alright, fine, I'll fight you instead!!! I'm going to use Nahemah, look in the Part 1 in my sig.

BiC: Nahemah steped forward. her wings had not appeared. She did not need them.
"Who on Earth are you?" asked Alaik.
"Oh, you've never heard of me?" asked Nahemah. She tickled the chin of the Okmazh as though it was a dog that had just performed a neat trick. "My name is Nahemah, and I am a Succubus."
"Wait, so you're the person controlling that corpse?" asked Alaik.
"Oh no, he obeys me out of free will," she looked at him, alluringly with her eyes, "what about you? Want to be my slave?"
Strangely, Alaik felt something nagging in the back of his mind, something was screaming at him to say yes.
"NO!" he said firmly. he drew both his swords.
"In that case," sighed Nahemah, stepping back a bit, "it's time to bid you farewell! My freind here will cause you to become one of them, then, as they have no true mind, you'll have no choice but to be my slave, forever and ever!"
She laughed wickedly as the Okmazh began to walk towards Alaik.