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Post by Veran Calder on Oct 28, 2022 23:04:52 GMT -5
The sun had set several hours ago, and Veran found himself wandering aimlessly across the plains of King's Valley, not entirely sure just what to do with himself. He had no need for food or water, nor sleep, so he had no drive to secure the basic necessities for survival. Possessing only vague and fleeting memories of his life before he died, he only knew a scant few things about himself. At the moment, that mainly meant that he knew his name, how to swing a weapon, and so far cast a single holy spell. Veran also knew that he had opted to try and save a young lad from an owlbear instead snuffing out life, so that meant he was one of the good ones.
His biggest problem would be convincing others that was the case, a lesson he quickly learned. Luckily he apparently had enough martial training to fend off would-be attackers long enough to convince them he wasn't an evil abomination of undeath out to destroy the living. That's why it was better for him to avoid groups, as that made it much more difficult to defend himself and explain himself to anyone that would listen. Mob mentality and being outnumbered and all that.
Veran had no idea, despite all these thoughts floating about in his head, why then he continued to shuffle towards the large cluster of tents and yurts that people were occupying. Something was drawing him here, and other than some semblance of purpose he hadn't the faintest idea why he would come here and risk his life... Or rather, his un-life.
However, as he drew near the village, Thunderhoof Village, he could hear screams and sounds of fighting. Jogging closer, he saw the source of such noises; townsfolk were running from various forms of undead whilst the village warriors were fighting them off and attempting to destroy them. A mother and daughter to his right were running past him being chased by an animated skeleton and corpse, and before they could put any real distance between themselves and the undead chasing them the little girl tripped and fell. In mere seconds the undead would be upon her as the mother scrambled to grab her daughter and pull her up, but there was no time, and she instead cradled her daughter in her arms in a last ditch effort to protect her.
Veran acted on instinct before he was even aware he was moving, rushing forward and releasing a bolt of holy energy from his hand at the corpse and swung his club at the skull of the skeleton, knocking it off the top of the spine. The corpse fell back and burned from the positive energy of Veran's spell, and he swiftly dealt it a blow to the head as well, caving it in. He turned to face the mother and daughter, and triumphantly extended a hand to help them up. The mother and daughter looked up at him and their eyes met his gaze... and screamed once more, as they scrambled to get away from him, just as a village warrior rushed at him, sword raised high.
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Post by Vi'ira on Oct 29, 2022 11:16:29 GMT -5
Vi'ira had come to Thunderhoof village in search of an old friend, and one that had a way of finding information that was fiercely kept hidden, and locating people that didn't want to be found. She had had a nasty run in with a bounty hunter attempting to take out of of her employers in the midst of a trade. She remembered to note any and every physical characteristic he possessed, and any scars or markings that differed him from the rest. Following the encounter, she sketched and scribbled everything she retained. And now, she hunted for his name.
She sat in the village tavern listening to the jovial tune of the Doss Lute. A half fish-half woman bounced around as she played, skipping in figure eight's around the stage as a chorus of 5 or 6 people hummed along. Before she handled her matters, she wanted to have a drink. A glass of mead stood tall in front of her, only having about a third of the drink left. The bubbly air in the tavern put her a dreamy mood, her tipsy mind and the notes of string instruments causing her to sway in her seat.
This, however, did not last as long as Vi'ira wished it could have. A scream erupted from outside of the establishment, bringing the bard's playing to a sudden halt. It was deep, gutteral...full of fear. People throughout the inside of the tavern began to whisper loudly amongst each other, while other's moved closer to the entrance to get a look of what may be going down. Suddenly, an undead skeleton clad in fragments of cloth and armor pushed his way in the tavern, shrieking loudly. It's attention focused on the one closest to the door, and it lunged at a dorkish-looking dwarf. The tavern erupted into chaos.
Vi'ira unsheathed her rapier swiftly, hurdling herself in the direction of the undead. At this point, the skeleton had shoved the dwarf to the ground, a darkness behind it's eyes. She kicked her leg out towards it's clavicle in an attempt to unbalance it, and luckily it worked. The undead rolled to the side, releasing the man from its grasp and giving time for Vi'ira to jump over the dwarf, and stand above the skeleton. She raised her boot and smashed its boney skull to pieces. Throughout all this, walking corpses and rageful skeletons further infiltrated not only the tavern, but other buildings around it. A necromancer had no place in a quaint village such as Thunderhoof. Nothing surrounded the town for miles...unless this sorcerer was attempting to build an army to strength their power before attacking elsewhere.
This was not good.
Vi'ira pushed her way out onto the street, unable to focus on one thing at a time. Between the running crowds and screams in the air, her mind was racing and her vision was faulting her. She turned to see a cloaked skeletal figure standing above a mother and child. She paused, unsure at to why the undead seemed to be moving as if it had some life to it, but she blamed it on the effects of the alcohol setting in. His stance quickly changed as he jumped out of the way of an oncoming guard who swung his sword high above his head. She ran forward once more, her eyes focused on the mother and her child who sat sobbing on the ground. She had to get them to a safe place, and away from the undead.
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Post by Veran Calder on Oct 29, 2022 17:14:34 GMT -5
If he had the necessary flesh to do so, Veran's face would have a look of panicked surprise as the village warrior lunged at him. Instincts from a forgotten past kicked in and he back pedaled as he swung his club in a circle to knock the weapon directed at him to the side. Granted, he probably didn't need to worry all that much about a sword given his lack of soft tissue, but instincts were instincts. Veran twirled as the sword strike was diverted to the right of him, rotating forward so as to come out behind the village warrior and quickly gave him a gentle but firm shove to put distance between the two.
Glancing to his now left, he saw what looked to be another village warrior headed towards the mother and daughter still next to him. Very near her and closing the distance with surprising speed was a skeleton larger than the rest that were roaming about. It had scrap pieces of rusted armor adorning it and it was dragging a rusted claymore as it ran; it would be upon her before she could ever reach the mother and daughter. Veran looked to the man he had just parried who was still trying to right himself from being shoved and decided he'd just have to hope that this one and any other village warriors wouldn't attack him while he tried to fight this big skeleton barreling down on them all.
He stuck his club down through his clavicle and wedged it in-between a rib to free both hands, as he started to focus mana into his hands. Just like every other time, he felt a slight burning sensation as he channeled holy magics but ignored it, just like every other time. This time however, would be the first time he attempted what he was about to do as an undead entity.
"Solis Fulmen!" he incanted repeatedly, firing a volley of holy bolts at the larger skeleton's knees and hips, trying to trip it and stop its charge and prevent it from catching the female warrior fast approaching. He'd deal with the effects of using so much mana so fast latter, because right now every fiber of his being sought desperately to save as many lives as possible.
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Post by Vi'ira on Oct 29, 2022 18:51:41 GMT -5
As Vi'ira continued hurdling towards the woman and her child, she caught sight of the cloaked skeleton turning his attention to her. She threw herself forward and slid on the dirt, steadying herself with her rapier as she dragged it against the ground. But then, it seemed as though he wasn't focused on her at all, but rather an undead that was tailing her. It stocked towards her rather quickly, but was shoved back by a bunch of tiny bolts of light. They hit him squarely on his knees, causing its right femur joint to become and send a pile of bones tumbling to the ground. She looked for the source, and felt her mouth drop slightly when she discovered this magic was coming from that very same cloaked figure from before.
Good god, the undead have been given mage abilities.
Although the large skeleton had been knocked to the ground, this didn't stop its drive to kill. It sat up and began to drag itself along the path, grabbing handfuls of dirt as it pulled itself closer to Vi'ira. She was nearly to the mother, and kicked up dust as she scrambled to get back on her feet and heading towards the two villagers. The armored skeleton could wait, for the one firing arcana was a much bigger problem.
But wait, why was he firing at another undead...Shouldn't those bolts have been directed at Vi'ira, or the child, or any other living person running rampant throughout the village? Surely the skeleton hadn't changed its mind mid-battle? Her mind was plagued with questions, but there was no time to get into the logistics. If she saw an undead, she intended on taking it down. She sprinted to the mother's side and grabbed a hold of both her and the daughter's shoulders. "Ye must find a place to 'ide, there's no time. Go. Now!" She helped them get to their feet as the undead sorcerer continued its attack on the larger skeleton still crawling on the ground. Her eyes danced around rapidly, scanning the scene for any safe places for the two to beginning running towards. A desolote alley way caught her attention, and she gave them a light shove in that direction. "There, run as fast as ye can, and don't stop until ye 'ear silence!"
The woman's eyes were still full of tears, but she gave a nod to Vi'ira before scooping up her child into her arms and running as fast as she could to the alley. The woman had no intention of turning around.
This brought Vi'ira back to the sorcerer, who had seemingly taken down the armor-clad skeleton whilst her back was turned. Without a second thought, she sent a strong gust of wind towards him1. Air propelled out of her arm as she held her palm forward. He flew backwards into the walls of one of the many shops lining the street, clearly being thrown off balance.
"Ye're mine, now!" Vi'ira growled, bolting in his direction with her sword firmly in hand.
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Post by Veran Calder on Oct 29, 2022 19:13:13 GMT -5
If Veran had forgotten just how strong holy magic was against the undead, he was remembering it now. Instead of only just slowing the creature down, the spears of light he had shot in quick succession had decimated it causing it to crumble into a pile of sunlight seared bones. Reeling from the rapid depletion of mana, he stood wavering as he tried to recollect and steady himself. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, he saw that the female warrior had managed to encourage the mother to stand and continue fleeing. Since they were far enough into the village where actually buildings were, they were seemingly directed towards an alleyway to hide. Veran pondered if that was a wise place to try and hide, but at the very least the woman was out of whatever shock had took hold of her. Had he been able, Veran would have smiled slightly from the relief of that alone.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, and violently so. Turning his attention back to the female warrior, her hand outstretched towards him, the wind whipped at his cloak as the force of it actually lifted him off his feet and sent him careening into a wall. A dull ache permeated his body and for once Veran was thankful to be nothing but bones; if he had the flesh to fully feel that he doubted he could recover from it as quickly. Pulling his club out from underneath his collar bone, Veran managed to stand and brandish the weapon defensively as the warrior was upon him. He tried to speak as fast as he could manage, but knowing that speech was difficult for such as he prepared himself to parry and dodge her attacks, praying silently that he could manage after being winded by using so much magic so fast... And being literally winded into a wall.
"I... I'm no... not your... en... emy..." were the words came gratingly slow from his maw as he did his best to defend himself without harming the warrior.
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Post by Vi'ira on Oct 30, 2022 14:50:09 GMT -5
The cloaked sorcerer slammed into the wall, and he collapsed the ground. Vi'ira continued advancing as she began to pull a club out from between his ribcage and through his clavicle. That was surely a unique way to sheathe a weapon, but for a skeleton, seemed to be overwhelmingly helpful. Her feet felt light as she walked, surges of adrenaline bursting in her veins and erupting through her entire body. She didn't like see villages uprooted and frightened for their lives, nor did any warrior for that matter. Screams of utter terror haunted her nightmares enough, hearing them while fully awake evoked rage in her. Vi'ira was too headstrong for her own good, and only had the goal of killing any undead she could see on her mind.
The sorcerer steadied himself as he gripped the club, cracking joints as he did. For a moment, Vi'ira swore she heard a faint voice. Without a second thought, she hoisted her rapier above her head and swung it downward with great force. The sorcerer parried her attack, holding his club horizontally out in front of him. It wasn't until she had gotten much closer to the skeleton that she realized the voice was coming from him. As if an undead possessing magic was not bad enough, now they can speak. She caught the words 'not...your...enemy' and her brows furrowed deeply.
"Not my enemy?" she growled through clenched teeth, as she jumped back, and whipped her rapier through the air once more. This time, the attack aiming to land a blow to the skeleton's neck. However, he was quick, and blocked this move as well. He appeared to be weakened by something, more than simply a blow against a solid wall. He was moving with a different demeanor than he had been when fighting off the undead warrior only moments before, and he spoke as if he had no energy left to speak.
"Ye think ye're funny, don't ye?"
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Post by Veran Calder on Oct 30, 2022 17:45:25 GMT -5
Her attacks were fierce but Veran was managing to fend her strikes off, though he wasn't sure for how long he'd be able to continue doing so. Fending her off was making the already difficult task of speech even more so, and Veran thanked the Gods that she finally heard him. If had the lungs to do so he would be panting, desperately trying to catch his breath. It seemed being undead had its perks. She had backed off when she responded to him, and Veran used the opportunity to hold his hands up in a sign of surrender, hoping it would give her more reason for pause. Slowly, he returned his club to chest cavity in the manner he had earlier and then resumed holding both hands up in surrender. He really hoped she would stop trying to fight him.
"Not... funny... I'm... ser...rious. I sav... ed them... from... un...dead... Saved... you... too..." his speech trailed off as he finished, watching and waiting for her response, being fully prepared to dive off to the side and redraw his weapon and continue parry her attacks. Something behind her caught his attention however, and he peeked over her shoulder to see it more clearly. Good thing he did too, as more undead were lumbering their way over to her.
Veran pointed behind her saying "More... behind... you..."
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Post by Vi'ira on Oct 30, 2022 23:57:00 GMT -5
Despite Vi’ira’s constant attacks, the sorcerer seemed to only defend. He made no inclination towards attacking her, and this caused her mind to race. Who was he if not one of the soldiers in the undead army that looked so similar to him? He could very well be lying to her, drawing her in to make an even greater attack. But then…wouldn’t he had done that already?
Vi’ira’s attacks began to lessen in strength as she took in the words the skeleton was muttering.
“I sav...ed them...from...un...dead...Saved... you...too..." Her furrowed brow softened as she studied him further. If he truly, truly was one of them, he wouldn’t have blundered and killed another one of the undead. No matter if he was a sorcerer, he had destroyed the skeleton that had been sneaking up on her. Without him, she would likely be dead. However, this moment of realization was short lived by the next words he spoke.
Vi’ira whipped her head around and noticed two corpses rapidly approaching. One ran with a limp dragging him behind the other, his bones exposed through the skin of his foot. The rest of him was clad in torn sailor clothing, and a rough, patchy beard clung to what was left of his face. The corpse beside him ran much quicker. She was slightly smaller in height, but walked with fierce intensity. A torn dress hung on her hollowed body, flowing as she hurdled towards Vi’ira and the stranger still regaining his strength.
She raised her rapier as she advanced towards the quicker corpse, aiming at her neck. She planned to leave the pirate to the sorcerer. Before she could even think to trust him, he must kill another to prove his betrayal against his own kind. She wanted to truly know that he was there to save the village rather than terrorize it.
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Post by Veran Calder on Oct 31, 2022 9:40:41 GMT -5
Had he the lungs for it, Veran would have breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the warrior was starting to take in the words he struggled to get out. She had started letting her attacks get less and less forceful, apparently noticing that he had done nothing defensive maneuvers, opting not to counterattack even when he had made an opening whilst parrying her attacks.
She whipped around and into action against the undead coming her way, aiming her rapier at the corpse's neck. The other was moved at a slower pace due to a maimed leg and lagged behind the other. Veran took the opportunity to circle out and around the warrior to avoid her thinking he was trying to sneak up on her while she was distracting the corpses. He pulled his club back out and rushed the limping corpse with half a beard, swinging his club at the already mangled leg. It didn't finish the leg off, but his attack did manage to cause the corpse to fall over, its momentum carrying it forward a few feet across the ground as it slide. Veran planted a boney foot on the abomination's back, preventing it from standing or crawling as he pummeled the thing's head in with his club.
Veran did his best to clean the viscera off of his weapon, shaking it almost in a comical manner as he most definitely did not want to use his cloak to do so. He rubbed it in the dirt to scrap off what he couldn't shake off, warily watching the female warrior as she finished dispatching the other corpse that had run up on her, hoping that she would fully accept he meant her nor the villages any harm.
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Post by Vi'ira on Oct 31, 2022 11:33:34 GMT -5
Vi'ira swung her sword at the corpse's neck, her rapier connecting with the little amount of tissue left on her neck. For a moment the blade stayed lodged in it's neck, but with some force, she managed to get it free. Readjusting her stance, she took another swing, this time targeting the skull. The side of the rapier collided with the corpse's head, causing the rotting woman to violently flail to the side. She had nasty wounds on both her neck and and the side of her skull, seemed severely weakened from the attacks.
Vi'ira backed up to build up momentum and took a moment to glance to the skeleton. He seemed to be handling himself quite well for as tired as he was. He took his club down on the undead pirate and instantly through him off balance. As inappropriate as the time was, a smirk grew on her face. She turned back to the corpse she was originally attacking and charged. She ran towards her and jumped up, landing her foot square in the middle of the woman's chest. The undead went flying backward and collapsed to the ground. She began to claw at the dirt to try to get back to her feet, but before she could, Vi'ira stood above her and drove her rapier straight into her forehead.
The sorcerer had begun to wipe off his weapon on the ground, and Vi'ira walked towards him. She still held her rapier in position, ready for any sudden movements. She wasn't necessarily sure what he was, or what his goal was, but she at least knew his intentions were good.
"Who are ye? What are ye?"
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Post by Veran Calder on Oct 31, 2022 13:10:30 GMT -5
Veran had enough time to see her stab the walking corpse through the forehead, finishing it off. Having cleaned all of the gross bits off of his weapon, he wiped the sand off with his cloak before storing it as he had earlier. The warrior approached him, weapon by her side; it was clear she entirely trusting of him just yet, but at least she was giving him the opportunity to explain his own predicament.
"My... na...ame... is Ver...ran... Talk... is... diffi...cult..." he responded to her questions, opening his mouth and putting his hand through the bottom of his jaw, with his fingers sticking out the front of his mouth wiggling, as if to emphasize the lack of vocal components. "Memories... gone... Think... I... wa...as... holy... kni...ight... No... idea... why... thi...is..." Veran gestured to his body. Looking around as he waited for her response there was still a lot of commotion going on around them. Thankfully it seemed that after the initial surprise the village warriors had regrouped enough to make a concerted effort to fight back against the undead horde. It was odd that they suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Veran worried that there was a necromancer involved with this attack.
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Post by Vi'ira on Oct 31, 2022 20:05:23 GMT -5
Vi'ira couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as she struggled to get his answer out. She hadn't even realized that without muscles or tissue, there were no vocal cords. She pieced together his sentence as the words escaped his boney mouth, her eyes widening as he stuck his fingers through the bottom of his jaw. The man...skeleton...had said his name was Veran, and that he remembered nothing except for potentially being a holy knight of some sort. If that was holy magic that he had been casting, no wonder it had taken everything out of them. The light domain was untouchable for many, if not every creature turned by the shadows and roaming as the undead. Something bigger was surely at play here. A horde of undead showing up at the same time as Veran as she claims his memories to be completely wiped. Could the same person that stole his life away be the same necromancer raising the dead? There surely had to be some tie between the events. The coincidences were too strange.
Vi'ira could still hear the sound of metal clanging and groans of the undead filling the air, but the screams of the village had lessened. She took this as a moment to breathe. "It's alright, ye don't need to speak. Regain yer energy." She turned her head over her shoulder to ensure that no undead were approaching. "Name's Vi'ira." The air was still tense with battle, and she knew that the two of them needed to hide somewhere if she was going to make sure Veran was smashed to a bunch of boney pieces. The guards would not be as gracious with their time as she had been with Veran, and they would most likely instantly resort to killing him. As she scanned her surroundings, she noticed a rickety staircase in an alleyway leading to an open entrance to a shop. The owner must have left in a hurry, and the odds of undead being up there were slightly less than them being in shops on the ground floor. If there were to be anything inside, she was prepared.
"There." She pointed to the opened door, "Ye can't be out in the open. Ye'll be turned to ash faster than ye can blink...or could blink."
She sighed. Good one, Vi'ira.
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Post by Veran Calder on Nov 1, 2022 18:53:43 GMT -5
"Vi...'ira..." Veran tested the name, attempting to commit it to memory. He was relieved she seemed to accept his story, short though it was until he could remember more. Watching her look around at their surroundings and listening to the diminishing screams, Veran assumed that she was thinking along the same lines as he was; that he was pushing his luck the longer he stayed out in open in his current state. The words that came out of her mouth next confirmed in.
He couldn't keep himself from chuckling at what she either, which ended up just sounding like rattling bones as it was a vocally silent endeavor on his part as he shook slightly. Pretending to wipe a tear from under his eye, he made his way into the shop she suggested as a hideout for now. Walking inside he saw that it was a clothing store, filled with cloaks, pants, boots, everything one could conceivably wear that wasn't armor.
Veran wandered around the store, thinking that if he could find something to disguise himself with then he and Vi'ira could get back out there and help. He grabbed a simple green tunic and brown pants with black boots and gloves, taking care to make sure they weren't grossly oversized so they wouldn't hamper his movements. What he really needed was something to cover his boney face, because unless he could cover everything the clothes he had bothered to put would be wasted effort.
Finally, towards the back of the store, Veran found several theatrical masks. One style in particular were full face masks depicting different exaggerated expression made of wood with a black hood stitched to the inside of it, perfect for covering his head entirely. He decided on one that appeared to be laughing, because surely his predicament was a joke.
The skeleton paladin turned to face Vi'ira with the mask on, spreading his arms and legs in something akin to a "Tada!" pose, waiting expectantly for her reaction.
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Post by Vi'ira on Nov 2, 2022 12:50:11 GMT -5
Vi'ira followed after Veran as they rushed to the store. Upon entering, she looked around at the array of cloaks and tunics, the whole lot. What luck they had, and she was thankful. It must have been a blessing from her Moon.
She watched as Veran wandered around the store. She still couldn't be sure of him, but some part of her wanted to believe his words were true. The undead were typically horrifying, so meeting one with a moral compass? That would take some getting used to. For all she knows, he could turn on her at any moment, but for now, she would hear him out. It's not like she was in any rush. The man she was searching for might not have even survived the night. She wouldn't deal with that until the morning, and that was hours away.
She turned away from him for a moment to look around for herself. A cloak hung on the wall in front of her, and she felt drawn to it. It was a deep midnight blue, almost black cloak, decorated with dark silver embroidery along the edges. She slipped off the brown cloak she had on and laid it on the counter, taking the other off the wall. She slipped it on, tying it around her neck. A little treat for getting this far. She spun back to face Veran, and was surprised to see a different face. For a moment, it startled her, until she made out the overly expressive laughing expression as a mask. She breathed out, chuckling a bit at his whole stance.
"Ye've got jokes, seems ye 'aven't forgotten yer 'umor. That'd 'ide the skull."
She looked around for a display of gloves, and pointed to one towards the left corner of the store. "Those'd be useful, too. That'd cover all the bones."
Vi'ira wasn't sure what to say to the man next. Talking seemed to be difficult for him right now, and she didn't want to add to the strain. And besides, would he have any answers to her questions?
"Ye fought well out there, and I thank ye fer protecting me."
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Post by Veran Calder on Nov 3, 2022 21:33:26 GMT -5
Veran watched her twirl with the dark blue cloak she had picked up, waiting for her to turn in his direction. He managed to startle her a little, which made him chuckle silently and make his bones rattle again. When she pointed out more gloves for him to wear he held up his already gloved hands, but noticed the large openings in them he somehow missed earlier. Appreciating her sharp eyes, he swapped them out, finally covering his entire body with cloth. Other than the mask he rather inconspicuous looking now, exponentially more so than he had been upon entering the town.
Walking over to one of the windows, Veran peered outside to check on the town. It was eerily quiet, with no movement to be seen. He continued to scan the surroundings, his gaze slowly and methodically extending to the horizon, back towards the road he entered the village from. What he saw looked to be straight out of a nightmare.
With an eerie green glow behind them, an army of undead approached slowly. What they had already fought must have been sent in advance to cause confusion, as there was hundreds of undead marching towards the village. Skeletons and zombies alike, various kinds of each made their way towards the village; Veran saw both humanoid undead and undead creatures such owlbears. The most frightening of all was three undead drakes at the back of the horde, a lone robed figure atop the center one, arms outstretched towards the rest of the undead.
"We... ha...ave... a prob....blem..."
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