The next day Macad woke up fit and feeling refreshed. The night had proved to be a savoir, blocking off the dream which plagued his memory. The dew glistened all over his body as the calming drops of fluid caused his body to shiver slightly, disturbing the calm harmony of the drops shaking some loose. Macad opened his eyes, allowing the warm rays of sunlight to fill them and saw that his skeleton still circled around him, pacing at the monotonous pace it always did, and Macad noted that his night had been very uneventful, the skeleton was left unmarred except for the effects of the dew settling into its bones, causing them a dull yellow color. The skeleton turned and noticed that its master was awake and lumbered over to gather further instructions. The necromancer sat up, wincing briefly at the pain in his ankle, but there was no pain, his habit caused him to wince and Macad gingerly looked at the swelling which seemed to have disappeared overnight. Now that he knew his foot was pain free, Macad leaped to his feet and readied himself for another day's work of adventure. He nodded to his servant, making it come closer to him, and walked off with the bone construct following at his heels. A little while later, Macad arrived at a scene of mass bewilderment. All before him, there were a few dead beings bumbling closer catching whiff of seemingly easy prey. The zombies moved forward, sloughing off bits of flesh to rot on the ground and uttered there war cry which was a long groan. Macad's skeleton leapt into the fray taking on about five zombies to his one lone skeleton and Macad knew that his being was doomed. "No come back you fool, before you get destroyed!" he yelled, but the skeleton was in a bloodlust, trying to protect his unholy master. The bone blade did little to the already destroyed flesh and the weight of the battle was already showing on the skeleton. The fast skeleton fought on as vicious down ward sweeps produced from the zombies bounced off the hard bones, cracking them in many places. More bounced off the shield quickly destroying the worthless thing into a pile of rubble on the grassy plain, the skeleton now defenseless swung the short axe in an upward sweep scoring on the fleshy head of one of the battered zombies causing it to sink down to the ground in a groaning death cry. This maneuver left the skeleton in a bit of a predicament, the skeleton was now prone to attack and the four remaining zombies gladly took the prospect and the skeleton quickly crumbled into a pile of dust, leaving Macad open for attack from the decaying attackers. Macad could easily outrun them but he wanted to destroy the beings that had in turn destroyed his bodyguard. He stayed to fight hurriedly raising another construct to fight along side him. The new skeleton moved forward in a rapid motion and flanked the zombies from behind, dealing out damage as the zombies met the skeleton. Macad joined the fight, thrashing out with his little wand, penetrating the rotted flesh making it fall onto his arm. One of the other zombies moved in a slow motion to flank Macad on the right raising its gory arms for a side assault. Macad could not protect himself as he kept attacking the zombie he was currently occupied with. The force of the blow was incredible as the weight of the momentum traveled through his body, wracking momentary pain. HE shuddered off the feeling with another blow with his wand, Macad peered briefly to see how his skeleton was faring and took notice that one zombie was down but the skeleton would not last the fight he was in now. Macad swung a hard right with his wand appreciating the sound that issued from the defeated zombies mouth, watching it drop very slowly before another teeth shattering crash jolted from his shoulder. With his momentary daze interrupted, Macad turned to face his attacker with a smirk and a quick step back as the zombie lost balance and fell. Macad took the time to see his skeleton be destroyed in another pile of dust that littered the ground watching his attacker out of the corner of his eye. Feeling his energy drain from his mind and body Macad quickly raised another construct which came to life in a flurry of rapid swings of its axe. Macad stayed away allowing his servant to fight the battle for him. The zombie paused with Macad for the time being and shuffled over to the weaker of the two, giving Macad time to recuperate from the painful blows. The walking undead beings teamed up on the bony creation destroying it into a pile of rubble but not without Macad's skeleton landing one hit on the zombie weakening it in a very slight way. The zombies turned back again towards Macad looking him over with their absent eye sockets. Moving closer for the kill. Macad found that he barely had any mana left and knew that he did not have enough to raise another servant to life, he was tired from the brief fight and the strain of mana depression but knew that these things would come after him no matter how slow they were and would attack the moment that the chance allowed. Macad held up his battle weathered wand and put it aside for the moment, hiding it in his robes, and armed himself with what he was born with, fists. He picked out the weaker of the two zombies and rushed in with fists twirling in to it with a full barrage of Macad's exerted force. Macad, this time, was prepared for the sickening lurch of sloughing flesh but still could not groan as his hand sunk in to the body of the zombie, pushing through to the other side producing a large gaping whole in its chest. Macad pulled back quickly feeling his stomach rumble and retreated hoping to keep his stomach under control. The zombie looked down at its chest and felt the hole; it looked up at Macad with what could be angry plague riddled eyes and lurched forward to banish its attacker. It got three feet before it fell to the ground in a sickening thump, falling apart on the ground in two parts separating at the waist. The other zombie looked at its fallen ally but did not have enough of its non-fresh brain to calculate the probability that it would most likely fall prey to Macad's anger. Macad however could smell the sweet smell of rot travel up to his nose, tickling the very hairs making him sneeze. He shook his arm free of the flesh but it still glistened from the rot, and Macad could not get it off. He looked up at the zombie readying him for the fight and he already felt stronger, he felt a little more replenished as he found out that his mana must be regenerating, giving him the strength to fight. Macad stood up quickly, some slime dripped off of his arm in long slimy paths, and he whipped out his wand pointing at the body behind his lumbering foe and out burst a skeleton, sending rotted flesh to land on the zombie. The zombie turned towards the skeleton, not having the wit to figure out that Macad was the weaker of the two, while Macad fell into a heap of energy less mass as the last of his mana pool drained away to help summon another construct. The skeleton moved forward with much more grace than the zombie had and swung its axe down in a repeated motion. The zombie could not hold off the skeleton's swings and soon fell victim to the nearly destroyed blade not even getting a hit on the skeleton. Energy flourished back into Macad's body as his mana reserves filled up completely. He looked around for this new found strength and could find none. He looked at his skeleton and proclaimed "Why I feel much stronger what power is this?" And then he knew. From long nights of studying ancient lore and long since forgotten arcane methods he knew what had become of him. He had grown more accustomed to this world and was therefore stronger and indeed as he focused his mind on his fugal mana reserves he felt them rise, allowing more room for more mana. He wished he could learn more about the ways of becoming a stronger necromancer but knew that he would have to become much greater in order to become much better. He took out his tome which came from somewhere deep in the necromancer's robes and opened it up. Hoping to learn more about the ways of becoming better. His options were very low because he could not yet comprehend the much higher forms of death magic. He looked at the tome and suddenly understood a great deal more. He could comprehend the process of summoning another skeleton or even making them better. He knew how to produce a small amount of protection with bones surrounding his body and he knew how to fire a barrage of teeth at his enemies temporarily stunning them and dealing miniscule damage. He knew how to curse his enemies with a very fugal curse amplifying his damage on the ones that fell prey to the curse. The great power surged through his body as he read the information on how to produce another skeleton and the information appeared in his mind and suddenly he knew. The great power left him but he knew that he had gotten something out of it as he pointed his wand at the undead being his skeleton had just defeated and produced another skeleton to aid him in his journey, he now came closer to that goal. The skeletons moved around him in a small circle getting ready to protect Macad from any harm and Macad marched on to accomplish his goal which he could now see as being able to work.
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Tell me if it is getting better. I would really appreciate your reviews and would like an idea of what to do next if I don't get one then I will proceed and either do the introduction of Flavie or do the Den of Evil Thank you for reading my story and please review. Oh and I do not own anything but Macad and If anyone wants to duel me on USA WEST I have a very good Poison mancer. Also this is just one part of my story. When I complete this another story shall be posted about act two and so forth because I think it may be two many chapters for you to keep up with and yes Macad is now level two.
