It had been a day since the event with the oversized rodent but nothing much had happened and his loyal servant followed tirelessly. There had been times when he was worried and he sent the skeleton out to check but all had proved to be false alarms. The rogues had told him that they were in constant danger but he hadn't found anything that was even worth standing up to the hail of arrows that the rogues could produce. His foot had turned a nasty purple but Macad walked on hoping to release the pain behind the veil of blood but it had just worsened making him wince harder every time he applied pressure to it.
Night came quick, too quick, and Macad found that the pain had drained a lot of energy out of him so he settled to the grassy floor and rested into sleep just after telling his servant to stand guard. His dreams were plagued by nightmares of the battle at Tristram. He wasn't there when it happened but the night it was over he had dreams of the ruined place. In his dreams he could see a lone figure in a robe suspended in the air in a cage slowly wasting away. In the dream Macad could move about as much as he wanted as long as he took care. He wouldn't be seen if he stuck to the shadows carefully keeping out of the sight of the demons that had infested the place. They were everywhere tearing at the flesh of what was once a beautiful maiden devouring the piece greedily. In the corner was a big brute of a man who looked like he could take on a whole army of his foul summons. Flesh hung from his bones like runny molasses and even in his dream he could smell the awful smell of decomposition and rot hanging around the man in a big curtain. The air was unbearable, not because of all the corpses but because of all the evil that walked around. Miniature humans in blue and large men that vaguely resembled farm animals wielding axes and lochabers moved easily through the ranks of the miniatures. Laughing a grunted sound as they watched the blue people fly out the way from the shoves the larger men produced. Beside each entrance to the town, Macad could see skeletal humans very much like his own wielding huge bows powerful enough to pierce through a tree. Sticking to the shadows Macad moved stealthily which was easy for a person of his stature until he could see the man in the cage's left side. Behind him he could feel heat and knew even before he turned around that it was fire. He whirled around quickly leaping into the shadows and automatically winced as his foot hit the ground and it was now when he realized his foot didn't hurt anymore. After a quick glance at his foot his gaze lifted up to the fire. In the fire he could make out vague lines protruding from something and after a few more seconds of looking he grasped what it was. A body which had been shot down, more likely from the bow wielding skeletons and somebody had bothered enough to try and dispose of the evidence. The body produced no putrescence so Macad was comfortable with where he was. Sitting down to rest he watched everything with a dull boredom. Nothing much else happened except for the usual movement of the demons but after awhile Macad stood up because his legs were cramping and that was when he made his mistake as always in his dream. Macad accidentally pushed in part of the building he was resting on causing a grating sound.
"What was that!" a voice from one of the large farm animal men. He lifted up a hoof and sent a blue fiend sprawling. "Go investigate now!" and with a menace of another kick the blue creature clambered up and walked toward the sound with swiftness not wanting another boot in the rear. Moving closer to the position where Macad stood sweat popped out on his head and he felt the moment of dawning anticipation. Knowing that the creature could not see him he crept deeper into the shadows but the creature merely turned and walked toward Macad with a miniature scimitar in his had.
"Rakanishu! I smell you!" screamed the blue one as he lunged forward and the others were alerted and came to be in the killing. The man in the cage looked down at Macad and muttered a phrase that drifted over to where Macad stood in a battle-poise.
"Wake-up!"
Huh? Thought Macad as he punched the blue one in the face pulling his hand back smarting from the blue one's thick skull.
"Wake-up! I said"
Thanks for the advice old man! Thought Macad as he ran into the face of battle making sure to use his feet to kick the miniscule people out of the way instead of using his fist which throbbed from the blue one's skull. They flew out the way easily but to many overwhelmed him and he was sent to the ground being pummeled and kicked everywhere.
"WAKE-UP NOW!" a blinding flash happened before Macad's eyes temporarily and all the pain left his body except for that dull throb. That throb in his foot.
CONK!
"OW!" Macad scream as something quickly rapped his skull sending a brief flash of pain traveling to his brain. His eyes opened groggily and his ears tuned in on noises of clanging sounds and the ringing in his head. His eyes fully adjusted to the dark ness and what he saw quickly made him get up to his feet. Just ahead of him, less than a few feet actually, was a very thin man doing battle with what appeared to be one of the blue men.
"DAMN he's awake!" screamed the midget in muted anger. He paused long enough to yell this before returning to the battle with the skeleton.
Macad quickly searched the ground for what hit him in the face but found nothing. He concluded that it must have been the skeleton which appeared to be losing the battle. Macad leapt up to help his losing friend but fell down immediately to the rushing wave of nausea and the pain in his foot which appeared to have gone down a little. On the ground the young warrior watched as his servant wounded the red demon felling him to his knees. The demon muttered the word bastard before the skeleton raised the shoddy piece of blade swinging it swiftly making it sing out loud before the faint thud of the victim's head departing the neck and torso and landing on the ground. With the last swing however the skeletons sword shattered into many fragments of bones exploding the skeleton into many pieces. Watching his faithful servant being destroyed the necromancer calmly thanked him in his heart for the deeds that he had done. The next instant the atmosphere was filled with the dust of the skeleton as it drifted off into the wind. Warm tears coursed down his cheeks but he raised his wand from his pocket and solemnly muttered a spell. The same quiver rippled through the body of the fallen foe before it exploded into chunks raising another skeleton at his service. Feeling the mana drain out of him Macad fainted into a dark sleep allowing his servant to stand guard.
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Is it getting better it better be look for a new update soon ands tell me what you think NOW DO IT NOW AND I DON'T OWN ANYTHIUNG BUT MACAD. R&R
