Of course no matter how intelligent Equus is, he's still a horse who can't speak...
Git back in yer box! ;)
Since you're EXTREMELY unlikely to ever actually
meet Krellokk, it's safe for me to tell you that he was at one point in the recent past, troubled somewhat by an "ally" who cast resurrection on them, just to make a point...
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As shadows lengthened and flowed together, the squat buildings of Garythane cowered in the waxing gloom—windows like eyes, gazed fearfully at the fire dancing hungrily amidst the rubble of a dozen towers; cringing as the sky flashed shrieking white when a bolt of energy leapt outward from Krellokk's palace to blast yet another structure into flying debris.
The Tangg-lord stalked amongst the smoking ruins of his court. Bone and stone burned with equal vigour. Unconsciously, he cast aside more of the energy that welled within him, sending it somewhere beyond his immediate thoughts, oblivious to the shudders of sharp thunder outside.
The three creatures who groveled into the room writhed and shrivelled in flame at his baleful glance. None remained to announce the arrival of the source of his anger.
Tall and slender, nearly as thin as Krellokk's own skeletal body; the golden masked form of One stood defiantly, outlined in the flames beyond the door.
Though possibly a trick of the weird light, the man's eyes glowed as fiercely as the Tangg-lord's single orb. He would crush that defiance with the power that already surged to leap free.
"It was stolen once, it can be taken again." boomed a voice with a fierceness Krellokk had never heard before.
"I do naught but waste time here." the masked figure growled and began to turn.
The energy bolt spattered like parting water around One, scoring the walls with raking claws. One spun about, his hands gesturing rapidly, trailing sparking emerald fury... and the Tangg-lord screamed.
Krellokk watched as the flesh of his withered hands grew pink and plump, as blood pulsed through veins long dry. Like a detached spirit he saw once again that which he had been—and just as rapidly the vigorous flesh, the noble face, rotted and shrivelled into corruption. Rising slowly, Krellokk collapsed into his ebony throne.
"What a pleasure to see you again," he croaked. "Clever, very clever. Still, resurrection cannot retrieve those who are neither dead nor undead."
