Hehehe. It seems I'm constantly getting writers block. I wonder if every writer goes through this. I'm not too sure if it's just me or is these updates taking ever longer now? Well let's hope I'm wrong. Lol. Now I shut up now and shall continue the story.
"WHAT IS THIS…….THING…. DOING HERE?!?!?!" yelled out a shocked Paladin who was referring to the necromancer.
Before the necromancer could reply, Akara stepped in.
"This 'thing' has a name. Let me introduce you to Scourge" then pointed to Kris "and his disciple Kris."
"Yes, Kris and I have met not too long ago." replied a very disturbed Paladin. "But what is this monstro….." before he could finish, Akara interrupted him once again.
"I personally asked Scourge to help us with a problem. As you already know, Necromancers may use dark magic but their goals are aligned with the forces of the Light."
"What?! This 'thing' must have done some mind erasing dark magic on you to…." Akara once again stepped in before Dean could finish.
"Like I said, their goals are aligned with the forces of the Light. These two are here to help vanquish the evil that consumed this land. Now before we were interrupted by your rudeness, may I ask what you are doing here?"
"My name is Dean of the Holy Knights of Westmarch. I too came to this land to vanquish the evil from this land. I have just spoken with Kashya she told me to come to you." replied a still troubled Paladin.
"Ah I see. Well since you're here, you may be of some assist to us. You see, there is a great evil in the wilderness. Kashya's rogue scouts informed me that there is a cave filled with horrific creatures. I fear these creatures are massing and planning to attack our encampment. I personally asked Scourge and Kris to assist us with this problem. But if you sincere on helping us, you must assist these two and find the cave and destroy the foul beasts."
"But… I assure you Akara, I can handle this on my own without the help of this… Necromancer."
"Listen to what I said earlier, 'I personally asked Scourge and Kris to assist us with this problem.' If you do not help these two, then I shall not ask you for our assistance. Is this clear young paladin?"
"….Yes…"responded a very disturbed Paladin.
"It's settled then, is there anything you might need Scourge?" asked Akara.
"Personally, I don't like this idea partnering up with this Paladin myself. But I find the need for our assistance far more important than to worry about such minor dislikes. Besides that, we are fine and ready to go." replied the Necromancer named Scourge.
"Very well, may the Great Eye watch over you three." was the final words from Akara.
The three left the tent and headed out of the camp. Scourge was in the front leading the group while Kris was behind his teacher. Dean was lagging behind still amazed at what has just happened. Noticing this, Kris slowed down until he was walking side by side with Dean.
"Hey, don't think of us Necromancers like we were demons or monsters. We just have different methods of helping people then you church people."
"Different methods? How can you call summoning monsters and violating dead corpses a so called different method to help people?" replied a slightly enraged Paladin.
"Hey, at least we Necromancers don't go around ravaging towns that we suspect has evil."
Shocked at what Kris said, the Paladin could not argue because he was true to what he said. Not too long ago, his Zakarum comrades have razed towns just because they suspected the people were guilty of worshipping demons. They did not have any proof whatsoever but they all thought whatever the priests said was correct.
"As you can see young Paladin," started Scourge, surprising Dean, "our people follow the ways of Rathma. We believe in the balance of Life and Death. Although the times you may think we are violating dead corpses, we are actually doing rituals to both send the soul back to the farplane and to use the body for further use to help fight against evil. If you are with us long enough, you may understand what I am talking about. And maybe you might see us in a different point of view."
Dean, who was now completely confused because these people were different from how he and everyone else thought of their kind. He was starting to think, maybe they were all wrong about them, but then decided, no.
"They are just trying to brain wash me," thought Dean, "just like how demons corrupt people by thinking there powers are the right of way then the light. These too are also trying to make me think that way."
Just ask Dean was about to say something, there was a scream not too far.
"AAAAAHHHHHH."
Kris was the first to say something.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!"
"Come, we must help who ever may be in danger," replied Scourge.
Without arguing, Dean followed along with the two Necromancers. Following the noise, they found a… cabin. Surrounding the cabin was zombies trying to break in. Coming from inside the house was someone's plea for help.
"SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME. ANYONE!!!"
Kris counted up to five zombies.
"Only five of them. Should be no problem," said a cocky Kris. "They are very slow, so killing them….again. Should be a breeze."
Without anymore hesitation, the three charged at the zombies. Dean charged for a zombie that was busy trying to break down the cabin door. He unsheathed his short sword, jumped and slashed down at the top of the zombies head. Since it's flesh is already decayed, his sword cut through easily until it reached the midsection. Then from there, he twisted the sword at a ninety degree angle and quickly slashed to his left. The body fell on the ground in two pieces. One with only half its head and one arm, the other has half its head with one arm and two legs.
Kris on the other hand was five feet away from a zombie who was walking towards him. Instead of fighting the undead, he was sitting on a big rock reading what seemed to be a….book. He was holding the book with his left hand while his right hand was throwing pebbles that were on top of the huge rock at the zombies head. He was doing all this while reading his book. Dean was watching dumbfounded.
"Is he a completely insane?" thought Dean.
On the other hand, Dean saw that Scourge was up against three zombies. Two was directly in front of him and the other was just a few feet from his right. Lifting up a open hand directed at the two zombies, Scourge started mumbling something that Dean couldn't hear. Next thing he knew, he saw small needle like white lights shoot out of the Necromancers hand and pierced right through the two zombies. As the two bodies fell, Dean saw that Scourge was mumbling even more words. Then the two corpses suddenly exploded, scattering its remains within a two feet radius from where the corpses were originally were.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" yelled out a shocked Paladin.
Next thing he saw, he sees two skeletons standing in the corpses place. This startled the Paladin even more. He was shocked so much he couldn't let out another yelp of surprise. Then suddenly, Scourge pointed a finger at the last zombie and the two skeletons rushed at their previous comrade. Dean was turning pale as he watched the skeletons rip off limbs from the body, piercing through the chest with their bare skeleton hands, and gouging out whatever they could get their hands on. The undead was completely slaughtered. Even if that thing was already dead, Dean just could not believe his eyes and the brutality. Before he could say anything of this horrific event, Scourge called out to Kris.
"Kris, stop fooling around. We have a innocent bystander to save and a cave to purge."
Kris who was previously throwing pebbles while reading a book was standing on his two feet and….still reading his book. But this time he had his right hand holding the zombie away from him at arm length. Dean was just about to laugh when he saw how the zombie was struggling to get to Kris but was only a arm length away.
"Oh ok. I just finished reading anyway," said a playful Kris.
Dean was expecting Scourge's disciple to do the same thing as Scourge did. But to his surprise, he was completely wrong. Kris, whose hand was on the zombies head keeping it at bay, suddenly with just a squeeze of his hand, he crushed the zombies head within his bare hands and the remains splattered onto the ground. As the body fell to the ground, his arm was still in midair still holding on to, what Dean could see, parts of the zombies skull with decayed flesh and a piece of a brain. He then smiled and dropped the remains. Dean was speechless once more.
Scourge walked over and handed Kris a handkerchief.
"Clean your hands and let's go check on the scared screaming person," said Scourge, he then turned to Dean. "May I ask that you go check on the person? You see, commoners just don't see us as 'good' people. He or she may be more scared of us then the zombies."
"I can see why," thought Dean.
Without arguing, he walked over to the door.
"Excuse me, we have come to rescue you. The area is clear so you may come on out now," said Dean.
"OH THANK YOU!!!"
The door opened and came out a man who seemed to be about twenty five to twenty six. He was about Dean's height, wore brown clothing which meant he assumed is farmer clothes, slightly muscular, strong looking jaw, brown eyes with short not very groomed brown hair.
"Thank you once again, my name is Marcus," said the relieved man.
"I am Dean of the Holy Knights of Westmarch," replied Dean. "And these two are Scourge and Kris."
"Ah, what an honor to see a Paladin. And what are these two? Warriors as well? I would assume the older looking man is a mage of some sort."
"Umm…" started Dean
"Actually we are Necromancers," said Kris.
"Ah yes, not what I expected but thank you two too as well," said Marcus.
"You do not despise us like everyone else?" asked Kris.
"Ah no, you saved my life so that's good enough for me," said Marcus.
"How did you end up in that cabin?" asked Scourge, who finally spoke out.
"Oh you see, you may have already noticed a terrible evil abound. Well my village was attacked by these evil creatures. We tried to fight back but my whole town could not compete against their vast hordes. I managed to escape but my friends and family weren't as lucky as I was," said Marcus.
"Where is this village of yours located at?" asked Scourge.
"I village was close to Tristram, which I assume you all know."
The three were in shock. Tristram was very place where the Lord Diablo was slain beneath the town. But rumors were told that he roams the land once again.
"Don't feel too hard on yourselves. May I ask if I can tag along with you?" asked Marcus. "I also assume you guys are adventures who are trying to defeat this evil or maybe your adventures who are out to gain fortune from this."
"Your first assumption was correct," said Dean. "But how do you expect to help us? Are you a fighter as well?"
"Ah no, but I can hold lots of stuff for you incase you need. During your treacherous journey you can never have enough weapons, armor, food, or potions. You may have a hard time holding all that, as for me, I have a mule that can hold all your stuff."
Marcus went inside and brought out was looked like a cross between a donkey and a horse.
"May look small, but is strong enough to hold house. I found this little guy all bruised up and bleeding on my way here. I'm guessing the town he was in was also ravaged as well and ended up beat up. Lucky little guy if you ask me."
"You may be of some use to us after all," said Scourge.
"Well I'm glad to be of service to you. Me and Lani here do our bests to help you."
"Lani?"
"That's what I named my mule."
"Oh…" as Scourge rolled his eyes. "We better not waste anymore time here. We better get moving."
"Where we heading to?"
"The Den Of Evil."
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Sorry again people. I was actually expecting to start the first quest on this chapter. But I ended up making the guys talk so much that I took up enough room and my time to make chapter 2. Lets pray that I get the den of evil up on chapter 3. Which cant be helped since I don't have anything else in plan to get in their way, or is there?