Thesis - All cut up

In the split second before the whirling blade sliced through his torso Thesis had the distinct idea that maybe he should be at home with his feet up and a large tankard of ale in his hands. Luck, Kord, Gambling Chance - these were the things that drove Thesis. He would always act with his sword arm first and head last. Usually things worked out OK, but this time his instinct was wrong and he would pay for his chaotic nature with his life.

Now his immortal soul was hovering just a few feet from where he was when the axe blow struck looking way down at his mangled body, silent as the magical armour that gave him a little too much confidence. But for some reason he wasn't called away yet to the astral and the life that was not life. He felt there was more to do yet and maybe his mission on mortal earth wasn't quite over yet.

He could see Eolar and Elogyn just reaching the castle and he wished that he could do something to help them. They would need all the help they could get. Especially if another of those beasts came out of the other tower ...