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April 5th, 2013 (3:30 PM).
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The Frigid North (Minnesota)
Dulinhel Elenren - Xin Kou, Shingou
By the time the plum
p woman started to stir,
most of what seemed to be the group
of warriors had assembled, gathered around the two
large knights. One of them, the gruffer of the two grunted and spoke in deep tones to the rest of the group.
"We've lost two of ours
And this was in only a few waves this heathen unleashed. If we do not stop that Necromancer soon, you may end up joining the fallen."
Interesting how the man said you
instead of us, as if he thought himself invincible and that he could not die to the creatures. No, it couldn
't be that. The look in the man's eyes
seemed to show that he knew just how dangerous the necromancer was, and that death awaited them all if they did not tread with caution.
Taking a look at the group, the elf woman could easily see the amount of pain that the entire group was in. Blood, wounds
, and slightly prot
ruding bones showed themselves
, as well as general
weariness and the haunted look in all of their eyes
that all who were sane had after killing. All of them seemed to have sustained wounds, some more serious than others, all of them appearing more threatening than her own. Dulinhe
l's attention shifted as one of the group members stir
red in the arms of a man, who then lowered the woman to the ground. She
then pulled herself into a sitting position.
Staring at the wound in her chest, she shakily said, "I-I can fix you. Heal." She placed her hand over her chest
and muttered some words, some sort of prayer, and the wound on her chest slowly closed itself up, stitching muscle and flesh together.
She then went around the group, healing the two knights and the other two of the group. Dulin
hel made her quick escape, not wanting the woman to waste her energy on her. She could heal her own injuries, given some time. They were starting to scar over anyway, some new bandaged along with some herbs, and she would be fine.Scrounging around the
town, she managed to collect a few dozen arrows that were still intact. The fletching on some of them were not quite up to what she would call acceptable
, and a few of the shafts
were slightly bent, but they would have to do for now. She
didn't really have time to be picky. Then she spoke with a few of the villagers. Her
Shingouese was not great, but it was passable, and she managed to barter for s a small pouch of medici
nal herbs by tradi
ng a few trinkets she had picked up along the journey. After treating her wounds
, she returned to the group to see if they had made any decisions about what to do next. She overheard one of the knights speaking with one of the towns
people, saying something about a temple in the mountains. Could that be where the necromancer
ng out? Possibly. It would make sense. Secluded enough for him to do h
is work, but not too far away so that he could have access to some corpses.
One of the knights spoke up when reaching the group.
"Roland. They said it was 'over there.' It is a short hike in the mountains. Nothing too hard to reach on foot. Identified by...let's see if I can translate this right...a old door once sealed with magic, surrounded by bodies. It appears the area was once a temple, with a large wooden door and a stone foundation. Apparently the immediate area is charred by black magic or something. They were very elabroate with the description." So the temple was the necromancer's base.
"We should make haste," the large man named Roland suggested, read
his horse for departure. He
turned to Dulinhel, his eyes looking her over, as if analyzing how well she could fight.
"If you can hold your own in combat, you are welcome to accompany us. I am Roland Grey. With me is my brother Percival, as well as Auden and Tamor of Raelus." He gestured to each of them as he said their names.
Dulinhel replied softly, "I would be happy to accompany you
, for now. The necromancer must be stopped." Mounting her own horse, a ragged thing she took from the stable, its owner killed by the undead, she followed after the rest of the group. She didn't think that anyone would miss the horse for now, and she would return it once she was done with it. Maybe. As they rode along,
nding up a mountain path that lead deeper and higher in
to the peaks, she got to learn a bit about
each of the
Ser Roland and Percival were brothers, both from the Ethorian house of Grey, although the two did not seem to get along very well. She gathered that Percival
had done something to offend th
e family, and had left to somewhere in Elysia. He seemed rather free spirited, and definitely had his own ideas and philosophy about life. Rolan
d on the other hand was completely the opposite, the ideal knight.
Brought up focusing on ideals and traditions, he seemed to have very clear ideas about right and wrong. Dulinhel
felt as though she could trust the two for the most part, they didn't seem like the type to betray the rest of the group.
Compared to the two knights, the other two trav
elers seemed a bit off. The mage Aguden
seemed rather levelheaded, but something seemed off about his personality, some
thing that she could just not quite place. What she did
learn about him was that he
was quite the
ge, which was probably the cause of the bur
nt corpses left on the battlefield at Xin Kou.
He and the last traveler seemed rather close, a woman who did a very good job of hiding it. Shrouded mostly in various articles of clothing, it was quite difficult to discern
her gender, or even her appearance. She had a much more cautious nature, even though her eyes seemed to gleam with excitement, and heartily laughed at some of the
few jokes told along the way. Still, the
re was something about he
r that Dulinhel just couldn't place,
something that didn't seem right...
After only a few hours of riding through the green mountains, the lair of the necromancer came into view. Almost immediately, the elf woman felt a wave of nausea come over her seeing the entrance. The once great wooden doors were blasted off of the entrance, l
ying on the ground char
red and mostly
, great marble pillars holding up the mountain
in over the entrance to the great temple. But th
nauseating part was the piles of decaying corpses and decorated sculls
that lay by the pillars, a form of
both warning and display of the necromancer's strength. Following the rest of the group, she walked past the pillars into the depths of the temple
The passageway was wide enough for a few of them to walk side by side, and evenly spaced torches lit the
entire thing, casting eerie
shadows along the walls. The walls and some sections on the floor were slick with condensation, the moisture allowing moss and fungus to grow, which gave the temple a
Eventually, after passing through several large rooms displaying
broken statues of
Shingouese gods, those with heads staring down at the group with
watchful eyes. Eventually, th
e group came to their destination, a large circular room, with a cracked stone staircase
leading up to a raised
wards the back of the room
. A large iron throne sat atop the platform, and
who could only be the necromancer sat comfor
tably in it. He
was clothed in aging red robes, and a dark bl
ack hood covered his head. His eyes flared with magic as
peered out from under the hood. He was
rather skinny for his height. Several
belts made out a dark leather adorned his waist, and multiple kni
es sat in various sheaths, as we
ll as a large number of small bottles,
sort of potions.
The necromancer looked up with a crazy look in his eyes
an insane grin on his face.
"You must be the group that has sent my creations back to the hells that spawned them. No matter, you will be added to my collection soon enough."
", Dulinhel muttered under her breath
The necromancer then stared past the group,
"Would you look here," the Necromancer cackled as he laid dark eyes on
the plump woman from before
, "the fat one has decided to appear. Heva, the Healthy, is that what the villagers were calling you. Yes, yes it was until I purged them from existence!" The Necromancers chuckled darkly
sending a chill down Dulinhel's spine.
Beckoning behind him, an army of undead creatures took ranks alongside the throne, with two twisted corpses looking fresher than the rest
leading the mass of
monsters. The two at the front meant nothing to Dulinhel, but she heard a sharp gasp from Roland as he saw the creatures. Ignor
ing all else at that point, she called out, "I'll try to keep the rest of the group bu
sy, try to focus on the two leaders and the necromancer!" Taking off to the right side of the room, she pulled a rusty dagger out
of the sheath of some poor soul
ght and true into the shoulder of one of the two leader undead creatures. Then pulling out her bow as the undead swarmed forward, she reached into herself and
cast some spells on
an arrow as she d
rew the bow back and fired
. The arrow landed solidly in the eye socket of one of the
creatures in the lead, killing it instantly. A split second later, the arrow exploded in flames, throwing corpses in all
, killing some, stunning others. "Great"
, she muttered to herself
dozen down, a few hundred more to go."
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