Eldrylars
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Arrival-
His armor dragged on his shoulders,
slowing his movement to a less then
brisk pace as he crested the hill, a long
journey finally nearing it's end.
There was a burning smell to the air
and in the distance smoke rises
into the sky from still smouldering
fields.
Below him the town now spreads out
before him. Still and quiet in the days
last light. No fires burned in the hearths,
and no children played in the streets.
It was motionless, it was dead.
As expected the sight bore ill tidings.
A sigh escaped his chest as the last
vestiges of hope he had held melted away,
and the full reality of the situation was seen.
Kneeling he calls on a blessing from the divines
"Light of the skies and strength of the earth,
bless my armor and mace so that no foe
shall stand against it today. To you I submit."
Standing, he takes one last drink from his
water skin and adorns his shield and mace.
Already winded from his long journey he
knows this task will be difficult, but he has
dealt with worse situations before and is
glad to at least have his weapon with him
this time.
Setting himself on the last stage of this journey
he takes the first step down the hill, towards
the stillness that he knows will soon wake.
His armor dragged on his shoulders,
slowing his movement to a less then
brisk pace as he crested the hill, a long
journey finally nearing it's end.
There was a burning smell to the air
and in the distance smoke rises
into the sky from still smouldering
fields.
Below him the town now spreads out
before him. Still and quiet in the days
last light. No fires burned in the hearths,
and no children played in the streets.
It was motionless, it was dead.
As expected the sight bore ill tidings.
A sigh escaped his chest as the last
vestiges of hope he had held melted away,
and the full reality of the situation was seen.
Kneeling he calls on a blessing from the divines
"Light of the skies and strength of the earth,
bless my armor and mace so that no foe
shall stand against it today. To you I submit."
Standing, he takes one last drink from his
water skin and adorns his shield and mace.
Already winded from his long journey he
knows this task will be difficult, but he has
dealt with worse situations before and is
glad to at least have his weapon with him
this time.
Setting himself on the last stage of this journey
he takes the first step down the hill, towards
the stillness that he knows will soon wake.
Preparation-
As his feet leave the grassy hills and touch
down onto the stoney roads, the sun barely
hold it's place on the horizon. He knows
he has ten, perhaps fifteen minutes to
prepare himself for his encounter.
Thankfully on his way down he had spotted
the location he would use. A small alley that
lead into an enclosed square. As he walks
through the seemingly deserted town, he can feel
eyes peering at him from within the darkness
of the smashed in doors and windows of
the darkened houses but all remained silent.
It did not take him long to reach his destination
and he was elated to find that it was a small
market place, which gave him everything he
needed to secure himself.
Working quickly he smashed several of the
market stands, piling their splintered wood
at the entrance to the square and giving him
several long poles that he would surely find
useful in the coming hours.
Taking a large brazier that was sitting in the
corner he quickly lights it's coal with his flint
and a little oil, bringing to life a raging flame.
Although the light of the brazier was strong
it still pulsed with the dance of it's flames and
he knows that a solid light and solid senses would
be needed to survive the night, so he reaches
into a small pouch and pulls out several chunks
of glowing yellow stone tossing them into the
corners of the square almost bringing back a
brightness reminiscent of the recent afternoon
hours.
Almost content with the lighting he reaches
back into the satchel once more and pulls
a handful of a glowing dust which he
throws atop the neck high wall of debris he had
made, causing the whole pile to light up with
the strange powder.
Content with the lighting he takes in the
surroundings one last time, noticing for the
first time a small ladder in the corner of the
square leaning on the edge of a balcony.
Other then the ladder and the one alleyway there
were no other ways out of the square, but that also
meant that there were no other ways in, which allowed
him to focus on one spot instead of many.
He was as ready as he would ever be.
As the final shreds of the suns healing light
disappear dipping below the horizon, he starts
to hear a sound. Slow shuffling movement, starts to
echo through the streets. It's hard to tell just
how much movement there is, but with the darkness,
the town is starting to come back to life, in the most
unpleasant of ways.
As his feet leave the grassy hills and touch
down onto the stoney roads, the sun barely
hold it's place on the horizon. He knows
he has ten, perhaps fifteen minutes to
prepare himself for his encounter.
Thankfully on his way down he had spotted
the location he would use. A small alley that
lead into an enclosed square. As he walks
through the seemingly deserted town, he can feel
eyes peering at him from within the darkness
of the smashed in doors and windows of
the darkened houses but all remained silent.
It did not take him long to reach his destination
and he was elated to find that it was a small
market place, which gave him everything he
needed to secure himself.
Working quickly he smashed several of the
market stands, piling their splintered wood
at the entrance to the square and giving him
several long poles that he would surely find
useful in the coming hours.
Taking a large brazier that was sitting in the
corner he quickly lights it's coal with his flint
and a little oil, bringing to life a raging flame.
Although the light of the brazier was strong
it still pulsed with the dance of it's flames and
he knows that a solid light and solid senses would
be needed to survive the night, so he reaches
into a small pouch and pulls out several chunks
of glowing yellow stone tossing them into the
corners of the square almost bringing back a
brightness reminiscent of the recent afternoon
hours.
Almost content with the lighting he reaches
back into the satchel once more and pulls
a handful of a glowing dust which he
throws atop the neck high wall of debris he had
made, causing the whole pile to light up with
the strange powder.
Content with the lighting he takes in the
surroundings one last time, noticing for the
first time a small ladder in the corner of the
square leaning on the edge of a balcony.
Other then the ladder and the one alleyway there
were no other ways out of the square, but that also
meant that there were no other ways in, which allowed
him to focus on one spot instead of many.
He was as ready as he would ever be.
As the final shreds of the suns healing light
disappear dipping below the horizon, he starts
to hear a sound. Slow shuffling movement, starts to
echo through the streets. It's hard to tell just
how much movement there is, but with the darkness,
the town is starting to come back to life, in the most
unpleasant of ways.
Descent-
He is sure that he could be quiet enough dispatch several
dozen of them one on one, but if there were many more
then a few dozen he knew his endurance would not hold
out, and there was just no way of knowing how many lurked
in the darkness.
He decided he could not chance it, he had to engage them
all at the same time to have any chance against greater
numbers. His plan hinged on them all trying to get at
him at the same time. He needed them all crammed
into that alley so he could do his work, dispatching dozens
at a time.
It was time and he needed to get their attention,
all of their attention.
He gives himself two more seconds of peace allowing
his mind to settle, taking in moments of serenity before
the coming storm. With one more great exhalation,
he takes in a deep breath and starts to hit his mace
against his iron breastplate while beginning to sing the
Ballad of the the Templar's. An ancient hymn sung by the
Knights of the Golden Order.
His voice bellowed out in deep harmonic tone
*CLANG* "I may be only man, but defiant here I stand. "
*CLANG* "Forcing darkness to the sway of light."
*CLANG* "Though the darkness tries to hide."
*CLANG* "It cannot keep it's stride."
*CLANG* "To the power of the Golden Knights."
*CLANG* "If the darkness does return."
*CLANG* "Then our holy fire shall burn."
*CLANG* "Bringing end, to death and blight."
The sounds of movement started to be drown out, but not
just by his song but by a low guttural moan that seemed to
come from more throats then he thought possible.
This sound was horrid, something from ones worst nightmare,
and it continued to grow louder and louder.
It was only moments before they were making their way
into the alley. Within moments dozens of them shambled
around the corner as his song thronged on, dragging their
broken bodies forward, toward some ultimate goal.
It only took a couple of minutes before the alley was full
and the appearance of more and more was not slowing,
as they continued to walk into the the alley. The sound was
horrid, yet as number grew worse then the sound was the smell.
Hundreds of animated corpses were standing there trying to get to him,
bodies rotting as they walked. The stench was almost unbearable.
fortunately his training in the order allowed him to handle it.
There were so many. They were trampling each other in their
continual forward movement, those that had tripped while moving
becoming stepping stones to get their undead brethren. He knew
he had to wait as long as he could but his barrier would only last so long,
as the barrier was starting to sway with the force of all the bodies behind
it. He quickly grabbed the remaining beams from the market stands
and propped up the faltering wall for a little longer.
Trying to delay as much as he could he invoke a blessing of the light
chanting under his breadth the sacred words. Almost as soon as he
started an aura pulsed out from him. It had no effect on the general
surroundings but all those at the front of the alley got hit with such a
force that they flew back knocking those behind them as much
as five feet. With each pulse of the prayer their flesh burned and they
were knocked back again and again.
Dozens lay dead as the prayer wore down from his exhaustion
setting in. Channeling all that power was no easy feat, yet there were
still so many in the alley and now they were starting to climb on top of
the burned bodies of their fallen lifting them even closer to ascending
the barrier.
He is sure that he could be quiet enough dispatch several
dozen of them one on one, but if there were many more
then a few dozen he knew his endurance would not hold
out, and there was just no way of knowing how many lurked
in the darkness.
He decided he could not chance it, he had to engage them
all at the same time to have any chance against greater
numbers. His plan hinged on them all trying to get at
him at the same time. He needed them all crammed
into that alley so he could do his work, dispatching dozens
at a time.
It was time and he needed to get their attention,
all of their attention.
He gives himself two more seconds of peace allowing
his mind to settle, taking in moments of serenity before
the coming storm. With one more great exhalation,
he takes in a deep breath and starts to hit his mace
against his iron breastplate while beginning to sing the
Ballad of the the Templar's. An ancient hymn sung by the
Knights of the Golden Order.
His voice bellowed out in deep harmonic tone
*CLANG* "I may be only man, but defiant here I stand. "
*CLANG* "Forcing darkness to the sway of light."
*CLANG* "Though the darkness tries to hide."
*CLANG* "It cannot keep it's stride."
*CLANG* "To the power of the Golden Knights."
*CLANG* "If the darkness does return."
*CLANG* "Then our holy fire shall burn."
*CLANG* "Bringing end, to death and blight."
The sounds of movement started to be drown out, but not
just by his song but by a low guttural moan that seemed to
come from more throats then he thought possible.
This sound was horrid, something from ones worst nightmare,
and it continued to grow louder and louder.
It was only moments before they were making their way
into the alley. Within moments dozens of them shambled
around the corner as his song thronged on, dragging their
broken bodies forward, toward some ultimate goal.
It only took a couple of minutes before the alley was full
and the appearance of more and more was not slowing,
as they continued to walk into the the alley. The sound was
horrid, yet as number grew worse then the sound was the smell.
Hundreds of animated corpses were standing there trying to get to him,
bodies rotting as they walked. The stench was almost unbearable.
fortunately his training in the order allowed him to handle it.
There were so many. They were trampling each other in their
continual forward movement, those that had tripped while moving
becoming stepping stones to get their undead brethren. He knew
he had to wait as long as he could but his barrier would only last so long,
as the barrier was starting to sway with the force of all the bodies behind
it. He quickly grabbed the remaining beams from the market stands
and propped up the faltering wall for a little longer.
Trying to delay as much as he could he invoke a blessing of the light
chanting under his breadth the sacred words. Almost as soon as he
started an aura pulsed out from him. It had no effect on the general
surroundings but all those at the front of the alley got hit with such a
force that they flew back knocking those behind them as much
as five feet. With each pulse of the prayer their flesh burned and they
were knocked back again and again.
Dozens lay dead as the prayer wore down from his exhaustion
setting in. Channeling all that power was no easy feat, yet there were
still so many in the alley and now they were starting to climb on top of
the burned bodies of their fallen lifting them even closer to ascending
the barrier.
Breaking Point-
He had waited, biding his time, holding on for the
perfect moment, when as many as possible were
crammed into the alley way, and that time was now.
His barrier was on the verge of collapse, the support
beams creaking with dozens of undead pressing against it.
Setting his shield against a small stand,
he clips his mace back to his belt and opens
his satchel. Reaching into it he pull out three
small vials containing a clear blue liquid and
unties them from each other.
Beads of sweat drip from his forehead as he
speaks a quick incantation under his breath and in
quick succession throws each of the three vials into
the alley. Each vial flies further then the next, and once
they had reached their destination over the heads of the
clumped undead he speaks the final words of the
incantation and the vials explode in a shower the blue
liquid across all those in the alley.
Upon touching the liquid the undead burst into flame.
From the front to the rear of the alley those that had been
covered in the liquid were blazing out of control setting
those that had escaped direct contact with the liquid ablaze as well.
It was a horrific scene, but one of purification and hope.
Those bodies stolen bodies could now sleep
and their ravages would be no more.
He was visually winded from the incantation,
his dark hair matted and soaked with sweat yet he allows
himself a moment of respite. He had done it,
the horde that had destroyed the city was gone
and would not plague the lands again.
Within minutes of the blazes starting, over two
hundred undead lie purified on the cobblestone street.
Unfortunately the flames did not stay contained to the undead
and had escaped to the nearby buildings causing several
houses throughout the alley to start burning.
He needed to get out of there before he was trapped
in the middle of square of burning houses.
Grabbing his shield he takes a breath and leaps into a sprint,
charging towards his burning barrier, his shield held
out in front of him. Moments flash by as his shield crashes
into the weakened barrier sending sparks and embers
flying everywhere and he bursts out into the alley.
Fortunately most of the undead had already begun to
disintegrate from the the holy water, so he had to
dodge the fires more then anything on his way through the alley.
Halfway through he was stopped dead in his tracks.
The blazing fires lit the roads outside the alley and
he could see them. There were at least nine of them there,
rage burning in the eyes of the small ones.
No one knows why they were different, but we all know they are.
Faster, smarter and filled with so much more rage.
A sage once explained that it was due to their age,
that the necrotic curse was further twisted, bring about a
rage and hatred of life. It did not matter why though,
all that mattered right now were those 18 rage
filled eyes staring back at him.
They had waited for their opportunity. They had waited to
assess their foe and now that he was worn,
and his bag of tricks was seemingly used up they
seized upon the opportunity to destroy their enemy.
Exposed in the alley, with his barrier destroyed
he was vulnerable, and he knew it.
He had only a breadth to think,
before they started towards him at a terrifying speed.
He had waited, biding his time, holding on for the
perfect moment, when as many as possible were
crammed into the alley way, and that time was now.
His barrier was on the verge of collapse, the support
beams creaking with dozens of undead pressing against it.
Setting his shield against a small stand,
he clips his mace back to his belt and opens
his satchel. Reaching into it he pull out three
small vials containing a clear blue liquid and
unties them from each other.
Beads of sweat drip from his forehead as he
speaks a quick incantation under his breath and in
quick succession throws each of the three vials into
the alley. Each vial flies further then the next, and once
they had reached their destination over the heads of the
clumped undead he speaks the final words of the
incantation and the vials explode in a shower the blue
liquid across all those in the alley.
Upon touching the liquid the undead burst into flame.
From the front to the rear of the alley those that had been
covered in the liquid were blazing out of control setting
those that had escaped direct contact with the liquid ablaze as well.
It was a horrific scene, but one of purification and hope.
Those bodies stolen bodies could now sleep
and their ravages would be no more.
He was visually winded from the incantation,
his dark hair matted and soaked with sweat yet he allows
himself a moment of respite. He had done it,
the horde that had destroyed the city was gone
and would not plague the lands again.
Within minutes of the blazes starting, over two
hundred undead lie purified on the cobblestone street.
Unfortunately the flames did not stay contained to the undead
and had escaped to the nearby buildings causing several
houses throughout the alley to start burning.
He needed to get out of there before he was trapped
in the middle of square of burning houses.
Grabbing his shield he takes a breath and leaps into a sprint,
charging towards his burning barrier, his shield held
out in front of him. Moments flash by as his shield crashes
into the weakened barrier sending sparks and embers
flying everywhere and he bursts out into the alley.
Fortunately most of the undead had already begun to
disintegrate from the the holy water, so he had to
dodge the fires more then anything on his way through the alley.
Halfway through he was stopped dead in his tracks.
The blazing fires lit the roads outside the alley and
he could see them. There were at least nine of them there,
rage burning in the eyes of the small ones.
No one knows why they were different, but we all know they are.
Faster, smarter and filled with so much more rage.
A sage once explained that it was due to their age,
that the necrotic curse was further twisted, bring about a
rage and hatred of life. It did not matter why though,
all that mattered right now were those 18 rage
filled eyes staring back at him.
They had waited for their opportunity. They had waited to
assess their foe and now that he was worn,
and his bag of tricks was seemingly used up they
seized upon the opportunity to destroy their enemy.
Exposed in the alley, with his barrier destroyed
he was vulnerable, and he knew it.
He had only a breadth to think,
before they started towards him at a terrifying speed.
Despair-
Almost in unison with the movement of the small ones,
he spins around and bolts back into the alley.
Reaching down to his belt, he grabs a small dark vial
and and drinks it's contents, casting the empty vial off,
while still maintaining a full sprint. His body was
screaming from the strain of the weight of his armor
and the sprint, but as soon as the liquid was down he
felt every muscle in his body tense and then explode in
a burst of renewed energy. The strength and speed
from the potion had removed any strain from the weight
of his armor and made him feel as light as a feather.
Moments later he burst into the square,
and with lightning fast reflexes grabs his mace off
his belt running it through the flaming brazier,
igniting the mace in a single fiery burst. As he did he
could hear movement coming from behind as he
slowed his run into the square. Spinning to face the
incoming threat he sees one of the small ones already
in the air leaping at him. With blinding speed he twists his
torso bringing his burning mace into the side of his
assailant with enough force to send it flying across the
square into the wall where it slumps into a burning pile.
Without even a moment to respond another one comes
screaming through the smoke. He has no chance to
recoil from the last strike so he raises his shield deflecting
the small one and knocking it to the ground. With a another
quick movement his manages to dispatch the second one
in a single solid hit from his mace.
As he finishes with the second attacker, he gets hit by another,
smashing into his side with an amazing amount of force.
With the first impact came two more hits in quick succession.
Throngs of pain shot through his body and he knew that
several of his ribs just broke. The three start to tear at him as
he attempts to regain some balance after the blows.
as he does so he sees three more running down the alley,
only moments away from joining the others already clawing
their way through his armor. With no options left, he leaps forward;
back towards the alley and lifts his shield into the air as the
next three jump at him. With his speed still there one of the three
is knocked back by his shield but the other two manage to grab
on and hold on. With only moments left to act, he calls down a
blast of divine wrath. Not on the little ones, but on a huge pylon
that is supporting a large stone overhang with a burning house above it.
The blast blows out the back of the pylon sending stone
shards smashing with violent force against the side of the
alley and completely removing the lower part of the pylon.
In a blink of an eye, the overhang splits from the side of the
build cracking apart as it's being pulled by the very pylon that
once support it bringing tons of stone and burning debris
down on top of him and the small ones that were trying to end him.
Moments passed as the rumble of the collapse subsided.
Almost the entire alley had collapsed, leaving heaping piles
of stone and debris six feet high stretching most of the way down the alley.
For a moment all seemed lost, but then a small movement occurred
in the center of the pile, followed by more movement. Suddenly the rocks
in the center went flying as he pushed up through them; his body
shimmering with some kind of energy for only a moment before fading.
Although obviously hurt, the rocks seems to have not effected him
and now six more of the small ones lay crushed.
He was hurt badly, and the effects of his potion were wearing
off fast as the weight of his armor was bearing down on him again.
He stumbled out of the debris in the alley and back into the square.
It was almost as bright as daylight as the houses around most
of the square burned, choking smoke filling his lungs and he knew
he had to get out soon or parish. At the back side of the square he
could see the ladder still standing, leading up to the balcony and he
felt a moment of hope as the building it lead to was not ablaze yet.
Throwing his shield over his should to give it rest on his back
he runs over to the ladder and starts to climb up. The ascent is
slow as the pain of his broken ribs and other wounds burn from
the strain of dragging his weight up the ladder. When he gets to
the top he see that the inside of the house is burning as brightly as
all the others and that he will not be able to escape this way.
Panting and near exhaustion he sees that the ledge at the side
of the balcony leads up onto the roof, and although he knows
climbing across the rooftops of burning buildings is a horrible idea,
he remembered on his way into town seeing a line of connected
housing that went away from the square.
Not having any better options, he climbs up onto the rooftop and sees
that his memory served his well, as there indeed was a line of
attached housing only twenty feet off in front of him. He holds his breath
and stands on the roof, causing it to groan under his weight, but it holds
and he makes his way off to the safety of the other houses.
Almost in unison with the movement of the small ones,
he spins around and bolts back into the alley.
Reaching down to his belt, he grabs a small dark vial
and and drinks it's contents, casting the empty vial off,
while still maintaining a full sprint. His body was
screaming from the strain of the weight of his armor
and the sprint, but as soon as the liquid was down he
felt every muscle in his body tense and then explode in
a burst of renewed energy. The strength and speed
from the potion had removed any strain from the weight
of his armor and made him feel as light as a feather.
Moments later he burst into the square,
and with lightning fast reflexes grabs his mace off
his belt running it through the flaming brazier,
igniting the mace in a single fiery burst. As he did he
could hear movement coming from behind as he
slowed his run into the square. Spinning to face the
incoming threat he sees one of the small ones already
in the air leaping at him. With blinding speed he twists his
torso bringing his burning mace into the side of his
assailant with enough force to send it flying across the
square into the wall where it slumps into a burning pile.
Without even a moment to respond another one comes
screaming through the smoke. He has no chance to
recoil from the last strike so he raises his shield deflecting
the small one and knocking it to the ground. With a another
quick movement his manages to dispatch the second one
in a single solid hit from his mace.
As he finishes with the second attacker, he gets hit by another,
smashing into his side with an amazing amount of force.
With the first impact came two more hits in quick succession.
Throngs of pain shot through his body and he knew that
several of his ribs just broke. The three start to tear at him as
he attempts to regain some balance after the blows.
as he does so he sees three more running down the alley,
only moments away from joining the others already clawing
their way through his armor. With no options left, he leaps forward;
back towards the alley and lifts his shield into the air as the
next three jump at him. With his speed still there one of the three
is knocked back by his shield but the other two manage to grab
on and hold on. With only moments left to act, he calls down a
blast of divine wrath. Not on the little ones, but on a huge pylon
that is supporting a large stone overhang with a burning house above it.
The blast blows out the back of the pylon sending stone
shards smashing with violent force against the side of the
alley and completely removing the lower part of the pylon.
In a blink of an eye, the overhang splits from the side of the
build cracking apart as it's being pulled by the very pylon that
once support it bringing tons of stone and burning debris
down on top of him and the small ones that were trying to end him.
Moments passed as the rumble of the collapse subsided.
Almost the entire alley had collapsed, leaving heaping piles
of stone and debris six feet high stretching most of the way down the alley.
For a moment all seemed lost, but then a small movement occurred
in the center of the pile, followed by more movement. Suddenly the rocks
in the center went flying as he pushed up through them; his body
shimmering with some kind of energy for only a moment before fading.
Although obviously hurt, the rocks seems to have not effected him
and now six more of the small ones lay crushed.
He was hurt badly, and the effects of his potion were wearing
off fast as the weight of his armor was bearing down on him again.
He stumbled out of the debris in the alley and back into the square.
It was almost as bright as daylight as the houses around most
of the square burned, choking smoke filling his lungs and he knew
he had to get out soon or parish. At the back side of the square he
could see the ladder still standing, leading up to the balcony and he
felt a moment of hope as the building it lead to was not ablaze yet.
Throwing his shield over his should to give it rest on his back
he runs over to the ladder and starts to climb up. The ascent is
slow as the pain of his broken ribs and other wounds burn from
the strain of dragging his weight up the ladder. When he gets to
the top he see that the inside of the house is burning as brightly as
all the others and that he will not be able to escape this way.
Panting and near exhaustion he sees that the ledge at the side
of the balcony leads up onto the roof, and although he knows
climbing across the rooftops of burning buildings is a horrible idea,
he remembered on his way into town seeing a line of connected
housing that went away from the square.
Not having any better options, he climbs up onto the rooftop and sees
that his memory served his well, as there indeed was a line of
attached housing only twenty feet off in front of him. He holds his breath
and stands on the roof, causing it to groan under his weight, but it holds
and he makes his way off to the safety of the other houses.
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