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TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 03: The Crusader
His sword cut bodies in two as the hammer in his other hand smashed heads like over-ripe melons while his friend's, Meshido, staff striking down the enemy with a flash of light.
Any normal enemy would have fallen back outside the walls to regroup and attack all over again, but the enemy attacking Geffen was no normal enemy.
Howls from the dead getting louder the longer they stayed in one place. They couldn't hold their ground, but if he was to die now, he intends to send as many of these lifeless Undead to the abyss as he can.
He had been in battles before, and most of them were against the Undead. He knew that the only way to beat them is to exterminate every last one of them in an area. These things will not stop for any reason at all, and the worse thing is, some of the Undead has the ability to turn you into one of them if ever they kill you. He would rather have his dick cut off that to let that fate visit him.
His men started to scatter around the battlefield, if this keeps up, they'll be slaughtered. Forming a plan while he and Meshido fell back close between a bakeshop and a jewel vendor, Kevin started to shout orders to his men.
"RALLY TO ME YOU ASS-BITING BUFFOONS!!! HERE!!! IF YOU WANT TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY TO SCREW YOUR WIFE AND GIRLFRIENDS AGAIN, REGROUP HERE!!!", he roared. Those words seemed to make a rather sour impression on Meshido. Curses never were pleasant to any Priest's ear.
It took a minute or two for five Pronteran Swordsmen and two archers, one of which was from Payon, to come to his location. That was a start, but not enough to draw the Undead's attention towards them.
"YOU TURD-HEADS!!! YOU WANNA DIE, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS?! IF YOU DON'T WANNA DIE THAT EARLY... RALLY TO ME, YOU PORING-KISSERS!!! TO ME!!!"
The last one had a better effect on the men, it would seem. As a flood of men bearing swords, pikes, bows and the occasional kitchen and/or butcher knife flocked towards his location. Nodding to Meshido, who nodded back, he only had seconds to see him fold his hands in prayer as Kevin rushed to the front lines, joining the men as they kept the Undead from interrupting Meshido's spell.
A head exploded as an arrow hit it between a skeleton's eye sockets... so the stories about silver and the Undead were true, after all. Reminding himself that he should have a sword like that made, Kevin then slammed his hammer straight to the face of an approaching zombie, giving it a rather comical look as it stammered backwards and fell. He could have laughed at the sight if the pressure on his life wasn't so great right now.
Returning the hammer back into the hoop by his side, Kevin took out his big, round shield, which he kept at his back. To some men, it would be the biggest shield they ever saw. The thing is large enough that when it was on his back, you can still see it clearly enough. When he wasn't using it, he can hardly move his arms backwards or bend over backwards for that matter. When asked by his peers as to why he keeps such a cumbersome thing, he would only look at them and grin.
A shield was more for just keeping your face from being smashed open by some punk with a sword; it was also as good for offensive purposes as well as defensive, as the two skeletons and three zombies that were flying in the air just found out. His shield, however, has another special feature, should any servant of the Shadow make contact with it... they fly off like a bird, and if they touch it longer than is necessary ... they burn to a crisp. That would probably be the effect to the Undead if they were touched by anything blessed by a little Holy Water and some spells. Kevin, however brought his shield out for a whole different reason than to bash heads with it...
He was starting to enjoy using his shield when, suddenly, the Undead started to give in to violent convulsions. Those that can still carry a voice gave off a shriek that would make any softer man scurry to the nearest hole. Swords dropped to the ground as their Undead owners could no longer find the strength to carry them, their arms outstretched to the sky as if begging for mercy as they were bombarded by Meshido's spell.
Wasting no time, Kevin slammed the ground with his shield, its holy properties causing the exorcism spell to surge in power, increasing its area of effect and power. As soon as he did that, the invaders started to... shrivel, for lack of a better word. Even the bony ones started to crunch in on themselves.
Giving the ground one last whack of his shield, all the Undead within range of the spell crumpled on the ground.
The battle for this part of the city, it would seem, is over. But there were still the Eastern and Northern gates to attend to. His scouts have reported that the Wizards have cleared out most of the Southern side and saved their precious Academy – the Well of Wisdom alone knows why they value that place so much – but there are still some areas that cannot approach without soldier support.
Approaching the nearest soldier, he told him his orders. "Gather our wounded and have them tended with whatever healing is necessary. For the Undead, gather their bodies..." giving the soldier a look, he then said, "... and burn them... thoroughly" A part of him didn't like that last order; these were once people, after all, but it was necessary, the Undead have a bad habit of coming back for more punishment.
"Meshido, are you all right? Odin's Eye, mate, that spell was bigger than the last ones you used to conjure up" a spell like that usually required a great deal of energy. Kevin always did wonder how the man could stand up after casting at such a magnitude.
"I may not be as thick skinned as you are, Kevin, but at least I have brains enough not to overexert myself." he then continued in the same line, "... you're too rash, running into battle like that. What if you are killed before the spell peaks? You're the only person I know who has the power and skill to use that preposterously huge shield of yours – I have no idea how you can handle such a thing! You have better be careful next time because I will not pull you back from the brink all over again, the gods strike me if I pull that stunt all over again!" Meshido went up back on his feet after examining the spell's effect on a skeleton before it was dragged away. Then he added, "... and don't swear!"
Brushing off his friend's concerns, Kevin examined the battle's aftermath. He's been dead before, or at least, he believes he was; Meshido calls it, "being in the brink". And always, when he does get himself impaled, burned, stabbed, crushed, beheaded, and well, etc. Meshido was there to piece him back together and bring his ass back to the land of the living. And if ever he is killed off for good, well, everybody dies, even when he has one of Prontera's best Priests to help him.
Meshido then turned his way and said, "Anyway, I don't understand why you swear and curse so much, Kevin. I thought that Crusaders like you walk in the path of righteousness the same way we Servants do", that was an old question, one that usually merits the answer that Kevin was about to give.
"First of all, Crusaders aren't like you Priests when it comes to fighting. Crusaders carry swords while the Servants prohibit it within their ranks. Second, I'm not a Crusader anymore, remember? Third, I'm not righteous, so, what I say or do is not of you're bloody concern." that was rather bitter, maybe even for someone like him. That story was set for later, however, when he caught a glimpse of something red to his left.
It was the hair of a young girl heading for the Academy's main building, the Wizard's Tower.
Turning to his friend, he found Meshido staring at the girl as if the world has was crumpling in front of his face. He has seen Meshido take on monsters a hundred times his size and Meshido never blinked. Now, he seemed to be at the edge of panic. Seeing his friend like this, Kevin can only wonder what that girl was about.
"Meshido, what's wrong?"
His eyes growing at each word, all that Meshido can say was, "The gods help us... that girl..." grabbing his shirt, his face pale, he then went on, "we have to stop that girl!"
He wasn't himself. "Meshido! What in the Fenrir's fang is wrong with you?" he then proceeded to shaking the man. "Wake up, Meshido!"
"Kevin! We must follow that girl! I sense great power within her and I do not think that it is just magic that is at work within her." taking his staff, Meshido then made a mad sprint towards the kid.
Growling with frustration, Kevin tried to fathom the current situation. There was a battle going on in the city, and the only person who can help him get rid of the Undead was running after a pipe dream.
Ah, screw it!!! I might as well...
"Meshido!!!" shouting after his friend, Kevin ran after him.
Meshido heard his friend cry out after him. At that moment, he didn't care. If that girl will do what he thinks she is going to do, the Undead would be the least of their problems.
The girl was at the gates of the Tower when he finally realized how powerful she really was. Stopping at around a hundred yards from her, he can already sense the immensity of the magic within her.
Meshido has been afraid before, but never like this. He couldn't move or even take another breath as he witnessed the girl gather the power to her fingertips as she tore the gates apart with... unbelievably, he couldn't decipher what element it was... that, above all made him go pale. He knew every element in existence, in this world and the next, no amount of knowledge had prepared him for what he felt and witnessed at that moment.
The girl just kept on going inside the building despite the falling bricks that were once the Tower's outer walls. Any piece of rock that went in her way was simply flung aside by the same inexplicable force.
Seeing that Kevin was still a while back, his heavy armor probably slowing him down, Meshido gathered all of what's left of his courage and followed the girl as she walked into the Wizard's Tower.
TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 03: The Crusader
His sword cut bodies in two as the hammer in his other hand smashed heads like over-ripe melons while his friend's, Meshido, staff striking down the enemy with a flash of light.
Any normal enemy would have fallen back outside the walls to regroup and attack all over again, but the enemy attacking Geffen was no normal enemy.
Howls from the dead getting louder the longer they stayed in one place. They couldn't hold their ground, but if he was to die now, he intends to send as many of these lifeless Undead to the abyss as he can.
He had been in battles before, and most of them were against the Undead. He knew that the only way to beat them is to exterminate every last one of them in an area. These things will not stop for any reason at all, and the worse thing is, some of the Undead has the ability to turn you into one of them if ever they kill you. He would rather have his dick cut off that to let that fate visit him.
His men started to scatter around the battlefield, if this keeps up, they'll be slaughtered. Forming a plan while he and Meshido fell back close between a bakeshop and a jewel vendor, Kevin started to shout orders to his men.
"RALLY TO ME YOU ASS-BITING BUFFOONS!!! HERE!!! IF YOU WANT TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY TO SCREW YOUR WIFE AND GIRLFRIENDS AGAIN, REGROUP HERE!!!", he roared. Those words seemed to make a rather sour impression on Meshido. Curses never were pleasant to any Priest's ear.
It took a minute or two for five Pronteran Swordsmen and two archers, one of which was from Payon, to come to his location. That was a start, but not enough to draw the Undead's attention towards them.
"YOU TURD-HEADS!!! YOU WANNA DIE, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS?! IF YOU DON'T WANNA DIE THAT EARLY... RALLY TO ME, YOU PORING-KISSERS!!! TO ME!!!"
The last one had a better effect on the men, it would seem. As a flood of men bearing swords, pikes, bows and the occasional kitchen and/or butcher knife flocked towards his location. Nodding to Meshido, who nodded back, he only had seconds to see him fold his hands in prayer as Kevin rushed to the front lines, joining the men as they kept the Undead from interrupting Meshido's spell.
A head exploded as an arrow hit it between a skeleton's eye sockets... so the stories about silver and the Undead were true, after all. Reminding himself that he should have a sword like that made, Kevin then slammed his hammer straight to the face of an approaching zombie, giving it a rather comical look as it stammered backwards and fell. He could have laughed at the sight if the pressure on his life wasn't so great right now.
Returning the hammer back into the hoop by his side, Kevin took out his big, round shield, which he kept at his back. To some men, it would be the biggest shield they ever saw. The thing is large enough that when it was on his back, you can still see it clearly enough. When he wasn't using it, he can hardly move his arms backwards or bend over backwards for that matter. When asked by his peers as to why he keeps such a cumbersome thing, he would only look at them and grin.
A shield was more for just keeping your face from being smashed open by some punk with a sword; it was also as good for offensive purposes as well as defensive, as the two skeletons and three zombies that were flying in the air just found out. His shield, however, has another special feature, should any servant of the Shadow make contact with it... they fly off like a bird, and if they touch it longer than is necessary ... they burn to a crisp. That would probably be the effect to the Undead if they were touched by anything blessed by a little Holy Water and some spells. Kevin, however brought his shield out for a whole different reason than to bash heads with it...
He was starting to enjoy using his shield when, suddenly, the Undead started to give in to violent convulsions. Those that can still carry a voice gave off a shriek that would make any softer man scurry to the nearest hole. Swords dropped to the ground as their Undead owners could no longer find the strength to carry them, their arms outstretched to the sky as if begging for mercy as they were bombarded by Meshido's spell.
Wasting no time, Kevin slammed the ground with his shield, its holy properties causing the exorcism spell to surge in power, increasing its area of effect and power. As soon as he did that, the invaders started to... shrivel, for lack of a better word. Even the bony ones started to crunch in on themselves.
Giving the ground one last whack of his shield, all the Undead within range of the spell crumpled on the ground.
The battle for this part of the city, it would seem, is over. But there were still the Eastern and Northern gates to attend to. His scouts have reported that the Wizards have cleared out most of the Southern side and saved their precious Academy – the Well of Wisdom alone knows why they value that place so much – but there are still some areas that cannot approach without soldier support.
Approaching the nearest soldier, he told him his orders. "Gather our wounded and have them tended with whatever healing is necessary. For the Undead, gather their bodies..." giving the soldier a look, he then said, "... and burn them... thoroughly" A part of him didn't like that last order; these were once people, after all, but it was necessary, the Undead have a bad habit of coming back for more punishment.
"Meshido, are you all right? Odin's Eye, mate, that spell was bigger than the last ones you used to conjure up" a spell like that usually required a great deal of energy. Kevin always did wonder how the man could stand up after casting at such a magnitude.
"I may not be as thick skinned as you are, Kevin, but at least I have brains enough not to overexert myself." he then continued in the same line, "... you're too rash, running into battle like that. What if you are killed before the spell peaks? You're the only person I know who has the power and skill to use that preposterously huge shield of yours – I have no idea how you can handle such a thing! You have better be careful next time because I will not pull you back from the brink all over again, the gods strike me if I pull that stunt all over again!" Meshido went up back on his feet after examining the spell's effect on a skeleton before it was dragged away. Then he added, "... and don't swear!"
Brushing off his friend's concerns, Kevin examined the battle's aftermath. He's been dead before, or at least, he believes he was; Meshido calls it, "being in the brink". And always, when he does get himself impaled, burned, stabbed, crushed, beheaded, and well, etc. Meshido was there to piece him back together and bring his ass back to the land of the living. And if ever he is killed off for good, well, everybody dies, even when he has one of Prontera's best Priests to help him.
Meshido then turned his way and said, "Anyway, I don't understand why you swear and curse so much, Kevin. I thought that Crusaders like you walk in the path of righteousness the same way we Servants do", that was an old question, one that usually merits the answer that Kevin was about to give.
"First of all, Crusaders aren't like you Priests when it comes to fighting. Crusaders carry swords while the Servants prohibit it within their ranks. Second, I'm not a Crusader anymore, remember? Third, I'm not righteous, so, what I say or do is not of you're bloody concern." that was rather bitter, maybe even for someone like him. That story was set for later, however, when he caught a glimpse of something red to his left.
It was the hair of a young girl heading for the Academy's main building, the Wizard's Tower.
Turning to his friend, he found Meshido staring at the girl as if the world has was crumpling in front of his face. He has seen Meshido take on monsters a hundred times his size and Meshido never blinked. Now, he seemed to be at the edge of panic. Seeing his friend like this, Kevin can only wonder what that girl was about.
"Meshido, what's wrong?"
His eyes growing at each word, all that Meshido can say was, "The gods help us... that girl..." grabbing his shirt, his face pale, he then went on, "we have to stop that girl!"
He wasn't himself. "Meshido! What in the Fenrir's fang is wrong with you?" he then proceeded to shaking the man. "Wake up, Meshido!"
"Kevin! We must follow that girl! I sense great power within her and I do not think that it is just magic that is at work within her." taking his staff, Meshido then made a mad sprint towards the kid.
Growling with frustration, Kevin tried to fathom the current situation. There was a battle going on in the city, and the only person who can help him get rid of the Undead was running after a pipe dream.
Ah, screw it!!! I might as well...
"Meshido!!!" shouting after his friend, Kevin ran after him.
Meshido heard his friend cry out after him. At that moment, he didn't care. If that girl will do what he thinks she is going to do, the Undead would be the least of their problems.
The girl was at the gates of the Tower when he finally realized how powerful she really was. Stopping at around a hundred yards from her, he can already sense the immensity of the magic within her.
Meshido has been afraid before, but never like this. He couldn't move or even take another breath as he witnessed the girl gather the power to her fingertips as she tore the gates apart with... unbelievably, he couldn't decipher what element it was... that, above all made him go pale. He knew every element in existence, in this world and the next, no amount of knowledge had prepared him for what he felt and witnessed at that moment.
The girl just kept on going inside the building despite the falling bricks that were once the Tower's outer walls. Any piece of rock that went in her way was simply flung aside by the same inexplicable force.
Seeing that Kevin was still a while back, his heavy armor probably slowing him down, Meshido gathered all of what's left of his courage and followed the girl as she walked into the Wizard's Tower.