I made a few small changes to Chapter 1. The Knight of Thorns is not infected with the Darksign, instead I made his crime the murdering of a cleric from Thorolund. I'm sorry if these changes disappoint any of you, but having Kirk as a living human rather than an undead will serve me a little better in later chapters. Now on to the story.
He could feel it, the utter wrongness of it. The Chosen Undead looked at his companions and he judged by the grim look on their faces that they felt it also. The barriers between worlds had been broken. His world had just been invaded. The torches illuminating the walls flickered making the area noticeably darker and the temperature dropped a few degrees sending a chill down their spines. The trio moved into a tighter formation and without a word spoken, they advanced further down the sewers. The Chosen Undead was grateful for the presence of his two phantom companions. Any conflict now would be much easier thanks to them. He glanced to the white phantom on his left. The woman was a pyromancer from the Eastern Lands. By all means she was considerably beautiful, her sharp features and black hair stood out. She had proven herself very skilled when clearing though waves of undead hordes. Her sword was what caught his attention the most; it was single edged blade that was unbelievably sharp and fast.
He sent a glance to his companion on his right side. It was a sorcerer from Vinheim. The man was old, the wrinkles on his face and his gray hair proved it. His spells however were extremely useful when facing more powerful and stronger foes. The Chosen Undead was proud he found such companions. Together they would be more than capable of defeating the intruder. He hoped so.
Knight of Thorns
Kirk, the Knight of Thorns emerged from a portal in the sewage. Water was dripping down his armor when he emerged, his red phantom form making the water around him appear blood red. He surveyed his surroundings. He was in a room filled with slain rats, their mangled bodies lying in the water around him.
My target has already been through here⦠Time to go hunting, Kirk thought to himself.
With that final thought, Kirk began running. He needed to find them quick; he would not allow them to escape.
Chosen Undead
The Chosen Undead and his companions were preparing an ambush. A simple one, but if applied correctly they would be able to quickly eliminate the intruder. The sorcerer knew the chameleon spell and with it he transformed into a box and the eastern pyromancer hid behind the "box". Meanwhile the Chosen Undead would stand in the open, distracting the invader and forcing their attention on him, while his two phantoms would attack the invaders rear.
Suddenly he saw the intruder approaching him. It was a man in intimidating armor. The intruder's armor was covered in thorns. They were all over him, even his sword and shield had them. It was terrifying sight to behold, you couldn't even get close to the man without the risk of getting stabbed. The man was charging him with his sword and shield. Once the man in thorn armor was in range, he gave the signal to his companions.
Knight of Thorns
The Knight of Thorns finally found his target. His target was a knight, one of the more elite knights from Astora. His armor was decorated more so than the last knight he fought. This would be challenge, a worthy opponent. Kirk charged his target.
Perhaps I can make him scream, The Knight or Thorns thought to himself with a wide grin.
Suddenly his prey raised his arm and made closed his fist. Curiosity caused Kirk to slow his charge, a grave mistake on his part, one that cost him dearly. He felt a suddenly felt an excruciating pain in his chest. There was a sword sticking out of his chest. He coughed out blood, it stained the inside of his helmet.
Damn it! How could I be so careless? He thought bitterly to himself.
He felt more pain, the sword was being pulled out of his chest. Sheer anger was all the Knight of Thorns felt, a murderous, black rage consumed him. With one hand he reached out and grabbed the sword, stopping it from exiting his body. With his other hand he took his spiked sword and swung it horizontally behind him. His attacker let go of their sword and dodged his vicious sword swing. When he turned around he was knocked down by a Heavy Soul Arrow. His body made a giant splash when it hit the water. When he looked up he saw his assailant; an old sorcerer in a black robe wielding a catalyst and an eastern woman with a giant fireball. A fireball that she threw at him, creating a giant explosion.
The heat was intense, the water doing nothing to ease it. His armor was burning, he was being cooked from inside his own armor. The amount of rage he was feeling was indescribable. The fireball created an orange/red mist around him. The woman began approaching him, presumably to retrieve her sword, the knight and sorcerer following closely behind. When she was in arms reach, The Knight of Thorns emerged out of the searing hot haze left behind from the fireball and took the woman by the throat, lifting her off the ground. She let out a scream as his hot armor started to burn her skin off.
"This is the end of you!" The Knight of Thorns yelled at the woman. Kirks arms moving in position to snap her neck. She realized what was about to happen and she began struggling, much to the pleasure of Knight of Thorns. Her comrades realized to as the knight began running toward them and the sorcerer was getting ready to fire off another Soul Arrow. They were too late, Kirk's arm found the other side of her head and with a sudden twist, followed by a very audible snap the woman fell in the sewage water with her neck twist at an unnatural angle. She began to fade and her body was gone.
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