Not canon, not entirely "realistic". Hell, I probably got some stuff wrong. But this was a quick, fun thing I jotted down one day, and it includes one of my OCs. And yes, I watch the show religiously

Seeker Fic

'Remember when you were captured by the Mord Sith and subjected to-'
'-to torture the likes of which I've never dreamed of?' Richard interrupted Cara. He smiled a bit in spite of the memory. 'Yeah. I remember. Why?' He stepped up behind her.
Cara glared coldly at the pot of stew boiling over the open flame as she squatted before it. 'Well, that's what eating this meal will be like.' She pivoted on her heel with perfect balance and looked up at him. 'I told you, I'm not a cook.'
'That's all right.' Richard walked away a few steps, taking in their surroundings. It was dark in the forest but morning was arriving. They were getting ready to eat breakfast and head out for the day. 'Kahlan and Zedd should be back any minute with mushrooms or berries.'
Cara watched him a minute longer then rolled her eyes and looked back to her bubbling concoction. 'It'll take more than mushrooms to fix this...' She lifted the spoon to her face and sniffed at the stew. She regretted her decision immediately and quickly jerked her head back, dropping the spoon back into the cauldron.
It was then that she noticed Richard's sudden tension. He was standing perfectly still, staring hard into the blackness that surrounded them. His right hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of Truth tightly, sheathed at his hip. She rose to her feet in a fluid motion, her tight red leather Mord Sith garb making nary a sound. She already had her two red baton-like weapons in her hands. The agiel were unique weapons only used by the Mord Sith. Instead of cutting, slashing, or stabbing, they simply caused immeasurable pain upon the lightest touch. They could also break bones or take life.
'Do you hear that?' asked Richard. Cara didn't answer, statue-like and ever observant. She moved her eyes without moving her head, and she strained her ears hidden behind her blonde hair.
Her head swung to the left. 'That way,' she stated calmly, beginning a steady march towards the edge of their dimly lit clearing.

She was a twirling blur of grace and death. Kahlan's two long knives flashed in the moonlight. Men fell like rain around her, dropping their weapons and spewing blood from their angry mouths. But these men were not normal men. They were disfigured. Some were heavily scarred, some looked like burn victims, and others looked as though they had no business being alive.
They were banelings. Like zombies, brought back to life from a corpse state, yet unlike zombies in that they retained their intelligence and pre-life knowledge. Also unlike zombies, banelings had to kill every day lest they return to the Keeper in the afterlife.
Three of them ran at Zedd, swords and axes raised high. The old man shouted an incantation and waved his arm, and the three men ran face first into an invisible wall. The magical force blasted them backwards and their weapons went flying.
'We need to get to Richard!' Kahlan cried, turning her back for only a second to regard the wizard. Richard was the Seeker. Without him, the world was doomed. And she knew these banelings were here for only one reason: to keep them busy while the Keeper's other servants went after the Seeker.
Zedd's robes flapped through the air around him as he spun around and flung his hands out to launch a devastating stream of fire against a new wave of attackers. Burning the bodies was the only way to permanently down a baneling. For without a body to return to, how would a soul come back as the walking dead?
Zedd spun again and threw flames over the fallen banelings, burning their physical forms to ashes. 'If we go back into the forest now, we'll be lost until daylight,' he explained to his female companion. 'We have to stand our ground!'

Cara and Richard stood side by side as they peered over the ten foot ledge, Richard with his sword held out before him in both hands. The scene below was like something out of a nightmare.
Banelings amassed like an army. It was like a sea of bodies seething and pulsing throughout and around the thinning trees. And it was loud. Each person was shouting or cursing or roaring in anger, anxiety, or adrenaline.
Cara cocked an eyebrow as she looked at Richard out of the corner of her eye. 'Looks like the Keeper's getting desperate.'
Richard didn't take his eyes off the enemies below them. His lack of response proved to Cara just how hopeless their situation seemed. 'We have to run,' he decided.
'But the wizard. And the Confessor.'
'I know...' he sighed deeply. 'I just wish we knew where they were.'
'Hold on...' Cara took one step forward and narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see further. The sun was finally breaking the horizon and they were offered a little bit of morning light.
'What?' Richard asked her as he tried to locate what she was seeing. Cara lifted her arm and pointed. Richard's gaze followed her finger until he also saw it.
Somewhere in the middle of the mass of undead, something was going on. More noise was coming from that spot, and bodies were massing around it only to be repelled by some unseen force or entity. Richard and Cara looked at each other, then simultaneously bolted down the short but steep hill.

The fighting was intense. They had never before encountered such a huge force of the Keeper's servants. But Cara and Richard had been doing this sort of thing for a long time. The Seeker and a Mord Sith were not so easily felled by normal men, baneling or not.
'We're getting close,' Cara shouted. 'I can hear the fighting.'
'Good,' Richard growled as he slashed a man almost in half at the shoulder with a two-handed downward sweep. 'Keep fighting!'
They continued to hack, slash, and bash their way through the crowds. A baneling came in fast at Cara from the side, swinging his claymore horizontally. She easily ducked below the slash and thrust one of her ageil into the man's gut. He froze in mid-motion, his mouth opening in a mute cry of pain as the mystical weapon touched his bare skin and inflicted the worst pain known to man. The skin around where the rod touched turned black, and black veins quickly spread out to cover his stomach. Cara withdrew her ageil and the man fell to his knees. Cara rose to her full height again and pressed her other ageil into the back of his neck. His eyes went wide, rolled back into his head, and then he fell forward as his life was taken, a second time in his case. Cara smirked down at the corpse.
Another baneling charged in. She spun on her heel and deflected his stab to the side, moving in like a cat to his now-vulnerable side and smashing his ribs. He crumpled over and she slammed the end of an ageil into his spine. A few moments more and he was dead as well. Or rather, re-dead. She stood over the body and looked around with a smug confidence. The fighters were slowly learning to keep their distance from her and only to attack when prepared and cautious. After all, the ageil had a psychological effect on an enemy as well as physical, for they were feared more so than any blade, even the Seeker's.
Just then the line of men in front of her was broken. She looked curiously to see that their unknown ally had finally reached them.
He wore light black armor which left his pale arms bare, with bright green inscriptions and tribal designs etched across the chest. Unlike Cara, whose low-cut outift left little to the imagination, his pants were slightly puffy and not form-fitting like his torso armor. And he was taller even than Richard. He twirled a unique weapon through the air as it sliced through his opponents like cheese. It was a pitch black double-bladed sword, with a blade on both sides of the hilt, which was in the middle. He didn't even look at Cara, and she wasn't sure where Richard had gotten to since she last saw him.
The banelings seemed to be confused for a moment, unsure of who to go after, but they eventually chose the newcomer. They surged towards him, and he briefly disappeared amongst the bodies. But as Cara watched with mild impression, they fell like flies around him, his double-blade making short work of their soft fleshy bodies. Another wave came at him but before they got close he brought his right hand in towards his chest. He formed some sort of magical hand signs which Cara didn't recognize, then swung his weapon through the air in a straight horizontal line before him. Suddenly the entire area around them went deathly silent. Cara's expression turned to that of wonder and confusion as she figured she must have gone deaf. She tried saying something but no sound came out. However when she looked around, all of the banelings around them were clutching at their ears and falling to their knees, trying to cry out in pain in the silence. Their ears started bleeding, then one by one they fell dead or unconscious. Very slowly, the sound began to return to Cara's ears, and she subtly raised an intrigued brow in the man's direction.
Only now did he turn to face her. He looked like some sort of Reaper, standing on a hill of corpses with his terrifying weapon held casually at his side, his dark eyes regarding Cara's form. 'Impressive magic,' she spoke to him, the sound of her own voice nearly startling her after such a suffocating silence. 'But we didn't need your help. Who are you, and why are you here?'
'I've come for the Seeker,' he answered. His voice was deeper than Richard's, but had a curious undertone to it, as if his powers over sound affected the sound of his voice.
'Oh?' she tilted her head in a condescending way as she started to walk around him, keeping her dozen-foot distance. 'Are you here for the Seeker in a good way...or a bad way?'
The man kept his stare locked on her form, and she could swear she detected the hint of a smirk from him. 'From where you stand...a very bad way.'
Her eyes flashed dangerously. This man was offering her a challenge. And not just in the way of combat. She actually found this exchange enjoyable. 'I must warn you, it is my duty to protect the Rahl lineage. If you want Richard...you'll have to go through me.' Her expression was that of confidence and intrigue.
'Interesting proposition.' He didn't back down from her cold stare. However, she thought she did notice his eyes wander, very briefly, from her face to take in her entire body. She almost rolled her eyes. All men were the same. In fact one of the Mord Siths' uniform's purpose was to make it easier to manipulate men. But there was something different about this one... 'I've gone through women like you before,' he told her. 'I haven't met one yet who can even offer me a thrill.'
Cara's jaw almost dropped but she kept a level disposition. How arrogant this man was! And the hinted suggestion at the true meaning behind his words was not lost on her. 'Oh I think I'm more than capable enough,' she allowed herself a smirk. 'I've dropped greater men than you on their backs without laying a single strike.'
'Cara!' Richard's voice abruptly interrupted the tense scene as he came running up to her side. She and the newcomer did not take their eyes off each other even as he slowed to a stop. 'Who is this?' He nodded towards the stranger.
'My name is Verin,' the man answered the Seeker directly. 'I've hunted you for far too long, Richard Rahl.'
Richard's face turned downcast. Apparently, this person was not here to help them after all. He readied his weapon. 'So you do work for the Keeper,' he practically spat.
Verin's hard glare was hiding something. He worked for the Keeper, yes...at one time. But he'd "gone rogue" a long time ago, and was now himself hunted by the god of the afterlife, as well as those in the world of the living who he had made enemies of. None of this bothered him though.
He twisted his wrists and the hilt of his sword came apart at the center. His double-blade split into two seperate swords, which he flipped forward so that they were pointing at Richard. 'You don't need to know why I'm going to kill you. Only when.' He started to march forwards. Cara swiftly stepped in front of Richard, her two ageil at the ready. Verin did not even slow.