Vargath Hubrecht
Half-Orc Rune Knight Fighter
AC: 19 HP: 32/49
PP: 13 PIv: 12 PIs: 10
Conditions: Infected (Lycanthropy)
Concentrating: --

Vargath watches Set, then the weapon, then Set again. Dark magic. Death magic. It was what they were fighting against here, to rid the city of the undead that plagued it, not to turn them into their own weapons. Just as he was trying to rid himself of his own curse...s, not to embrace them. When the ghoul's body parts shifted at the movement of the glaive Vargath very nearly stomps them into a fine paste, and even though he holds back the urge remains. This wasn't like the magic practiced back home, nor that of the university. It was far more corrupting, he could tell at a glance, the look in Set's eyes. Vargath wants to rip the glaive from his friend and toss it, to launch it away...but he doesn't. He had said it was Set's responsibility to help his countryman, and he didn't have a right to interfere anymore. At least not down here. He could, at least, warn against it though.

"I have never seen or heard of its kind before, but I recognise enough to know that we should abandon it as soon as possible." He rumbles, his eyes not straying from the wicked blade of the dangling corpse-parts that shuffle with each subtle shift that Set makes. "Use it for this excursion if you must, but no longer. Whatever power it offers will come at a cost you don't want to pay, and if its powers lie in enchantment then already it will be worming its way into your mind, rather than just raising the dead." After they were done, he was no longer protecting his countryman, and Vargath's choice would be more freely made - to protect Set from himself, if necessary.