Demons of death
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The story:
A thick mist hung over the night, like a curtain over a pit of darkness. But truly it was but a small detail compared to the stench of rotting corpses rising to the surface again. I drew my sword as I approached the dark gates of the Burial Grounds. I stopped myself as I was about to enter the grounds when I heard the sound of a blade missing its target and hitting a rock. I thought about this for a moment and then realizing that I was going in no matter what happens I may as well hope the blade wielder to be an ally.
I approached the centre of the Grounds and saw for myself what Kashya had been talking about though I thought her head had gone past its day she had been telling the truth. There was an undead rogue in the Burial grounds who was apparently raising the dead to her own cause. I crouched behind a crumbling tombstone and watched a young female who was using two blades and I had only ever seen them once before and luckily I hadn't been on the wrong of them. They were called katars, they were wrist blades which were used by only one type of person and they were assassins.
An army of skeletons were gathering from their graves to help he rogue who was called Blood Raven. Although I was barely listening Kashya when she described this corrupted rogue I had gathered enough to remember her name. I was jerked out of my thoughts as the earth I had been crouching on started to tremble and as I looked down I realized that the body which had been lying in its grave quite peacefully was now starting to rise from its resting place and help Blood Raven.
I ran at that moment and a mass of skeletal figures turned to face the sound which I thought about afterwards as rather strange saying as the had no eardrums. At that moment I hoped to hell that my crossbow hadn't dropped anywhere and as I reached behind my back I realized that it hadn't but there was no ammo. I reached for the sword which I had when I entered the graveyard but it wasn't there and I glanced behind me and about 2 foot behind me I saw a blade gleam.
The skeletons were almost within weapon range so I decided to do the sensible thing. Well what I thought was the sensible thing and 3 seconds later I knew it wasn't the sensible thing to do but it was to late I had punched one across the check bone and sent its head flying into the air. I then grabbed a sword of one of the skeletal figures and as I swung I noticed a few piles of bones that were lying in a heap at my feet. A large streak of lightning whizzed past me and killed a large cluster of skeletons and zombies all of which had been approaching me at a slow pace.
After a few seconds all off the undead were either lying on the ground, or in bits scattered across a few areas of the grounds. I walked back to retrieve my sword which had been imbued with special powers by the Horadrim quite some time ago. The special powers gave it the powers of three elements they were - fire, ice and lightning which took out some of the most ferocious beasts. I bent down to pick I up and I felt a prick in the region of my stomach. I realized that the assassin was of course untrusting of anyone but herself and she was unparalleled in skill with a blade. I was a mere interruption in her plans and was probably an easy target. "That is a fine sword. to bad you can't keep it." Came the assassins' voice. I realized that the voice was terribly familiar but one I hadn't heard in a long time...
The story:
A thick mist hung over the night, like a curtain over a pit of darkness. But truly it was but a small detail compared to the stench of rotting corpses rising to the surface again. I drew my sword as I approached the dark gates of the Burial Grounds. I stopped myself as I was about to enter the grounds when I heard the sound of a blade missing its target and hitting a rock. I thought about this for a moment and then realizing that I was going in no matter what happens I may as well hope the blade wielder to be an ally.
I approached the centre of the Grounds and saw for myself what Kashya had been talking about though I thought her head had gone past its day she had been telling the truth. There was an undead rogue in the Burial grounds who was apparently raising the dead to her own cause. I crouched behind a crumbling tombstone and watched a young female who was using two blades and I had only ever seen them once before and luckily I hadn't been on the wrong of them. They were called katars, they were wrist blades which were used by only one type of person and they were assassins.
An army of skeletons were gathering from their graves to help he rogue who was called Blood Raven. Although I was barely listening Kashya when she described this corrupted rogue I had gathered enough to remember her name. I was jerked out of my thoughts as the earth I had been crouching on started to tremble and as I looked down I realized that the body which had been lying in its grave quite peacefully was now starting to rise from its resting place and help Blood Raven.
I ran at that moment and a mass of skeletal figures turned to face the sound which I thought about afterwards as rather strange saying as the had no eardrums. At that moment I hoped to hell that my crossbow hadn't dropped anywhere and as I reached behind my back I realized that it hadn't but there was no ammo. I reached for the sword which I had when I entered the graveyard but it wasn't there and I glanced behind me and about 2 foot behind me I saw a blade gleam.
The skeletons were almost within weapon range so I decided to do the sensible thing. Well what I thought was the sensible thing and 3 seconds later I knew it wasn't the sensible thing to do but it was to late I had punched one across the check bone and sent its head flying into the air. I then grabbed a sword of one of the skeletal figures and as I swung I noticed a few piles of bones that were lying in a heap at my feet. A large streak of lightning whizzed past me and killed a large cluster of skeletons and zombies all of which had been approaching me at a slow pace.
After a few seconds all off the undead were either lying on the ground, or in bits scattered across a few areas of the grounds. I walked back to retrieve my sword which had been imbued with special powers by the Horadrim quite some time ago. The special powers gave it the powers of three elements they were - fire, ice and lightning which took out some of the most ferocious beasts. I bent down to pick I up and I felt a prick in the region of my stomach. I realized that the assassin was of course untrusting of anyone but herself and she was unparalleled in skill with a blade. I was a mere interruption in her plans and was probably an easy target. "That is a fine sword. to bad you can't keep it." Came the assassins' voice. I realized that the voice was terribly familiar but one I hadn't heard in a long time...
