Time to get back into business.

"But first," Ollik clapped his cloth hands together, "I should probably prepare. Can't go out like this, can I."

He shuffled towards a corpse, one of a particularly tall and important looking cultist, and stripped it of its robes and wore it himself. The color of it was that of old rust, giving it an old and sinister look.

I should personalize this, can't have any confusion now, can we.

With the flick of his wrist, his ash black coils began to wrap and replace the robes, creating a hood, expanding and widening the sleeves, creating folded collars, lengthening the skirt to were it was only showing his feet, and finally giving himself gloves made out of his hairs.

There were also some smaller details added, like some golden embroidery by changing the colors of his hair and complex patterns at the edges of the clothing. But there was just one more thing he was missing...

He knelt down and placed his hand onto the face of the deceased cultist, and with the skill rivaling that of the oldest beings known, he pulled.

He peeled the faceplate of the skull, jaw included, right out of its head, without a single scrap of skin or speck of blood on it.

He commanded his hairs to tie the jaw and faceplate together, creating a near invisible stitch.

Now for the moment of truth. I believe that woman fed me enough to be able to perform this stunt.

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With considerable effort and a groan, he was able to slowly mold the skull into something resembling a plague doctor mask, but still kept the finer details such as the teeth and eye sockets.

Then, he created a pair of small loops at the back sides of it and tied a piece of cloth to both of them.

Now that he was finished, he donned the mask and flicked his hood up.

Ollik had always loved the look of plague doctors, they always gave off a feeling of dread whenever you saw them, since back in the times of the Great Corruption, seeing them always meant that someone had the illness, and if one came to meet you, it meant that your death was near.

Hell, back in the age of the Great Corruption he used to work as a plague doctor, capitalizing on the amounts of fear and dread that everyone was feeling so he could feed. But that had been thousands of years ago, he doubted the Corruption was still around, he didn't care either.

He got up and was about to leave until he realized that, if he got into a fight in his current state, he would most likely be forced back into hibernation. With a sigh, he turned back and searched for a weapon of his choosing.

After a few moments, he found something suitable to his preferences.

The blade was shaped like that of a butcher's knife, except it was slightly smaller. It's length was considerable though, easily five times as long as it should be, it also curved back ever so slightly. Its guard was thin and octagonal, similar to that of a northern kingdom's king he's seen a few centuries ago. Its hilt was nothing noteworthy though, just being shaped like a regular two-handed sword grip.

He picked it up and to his delight found that it was surprisingly light for its size, easily being able to wield it with a single hand.

It's no Ontzag, but it'll do nicely.

Ollik also grabbed a few daggers and knives as well, just incase if he was in a sticky situation.

Now that he was prepared, he made his way towards the door and opened it.

Stepping out, the sun was lazily hanging in the midday sky. The massive oak trees created shade for many small animals to rest in.

All in all, it was pretty sight, Ollik had to admit.

But he couldn't just sit there on the steps leading to the temple's entrance all day, no. He had a job to do.