AN: English is not my native language and this is my first fanfiction. Please do not to harsh
"I love cookies" → thoughts
"I love cookies" → speech
"I love cookies" → spell, Martial art
Chapter 3
In the adventure guild in E-Rantel, Pluton Ainzach was doing his daily activity, when the captain from the cityguard knocked on the door. " Come in", Ainzach spoke in a rather unamused tune, since a soldier at the doorstep means trouble. "Good morning Ainzach, bad news. I am here to inform you that one of your rookie adventurers was brought into that rundown inn", the grizzled captain spoke. This gave the captain a rise of Ainzachs eyebrows.
"When he isn't here for a drink, which he isn't then why is the rookie that important? Adventurers die nearly every week." shot through the head of Pluton. "He ran nearly one and a half days to get here and collapsed at the gates. You should get Rakeshir in this room, because I want to know what happend." spoke the captain. Ainzach then sent for his former teammate and close friend. "While Rakeshir is sought after I will get your rookie here. I don't know what happened, but I can guess that they on one hand bit more than they can chew and on the other that I want to know what scared a man to flee like himself to collapse", the captain spoke. After a short while a slightly annoyed Rakeshir walked into Ainzachs room.
"Good morning Pluton, hope you're doing great. I would like to know why you sent me by the way", said Rakeshir while sitting and being grumpy. "Hi Theo, I was informed that a rookie ran himself to collapse at the gates, the captain wants to know why, guess his sixth sense is tingling. And He wants us to be here. If I didn't know better I would call it a talent." Pluton gave his tidbit, while Rakeshir spoke, " Do you mean to get on your nerves or that his gut is alway right?"."Both", replied Pluton, after which he continued his paperwork, which seems to have doubled in that time. After a short while the Captain came back with the assassin of the now dead group. both getting seated and getting ready. Pluton started "Ok, what did happen
on your quest, that you ran to the gates and collapsed?". " We we.. were on our way back, whe.. when we found a… an undead. We decided to fo..follow it, since it could become dangerous." spoke the assassin. Pluton and Rakeshir simply nodded and told him to continue. " It did ride a strange horse and w… we were able to follow it. It moved into the forest near Valdirene. We decided to follow. After a short while we reached a little hill where it appeared seemingly out of nowhere.".The captain hated it, when he was right, or better when his guts were right. When his gut told him that something bad was about to happen, it was always right. So the captain asked "what did that undead look like? How did it attack you? How strong is it?"."It appeared on top of the hill and carried its head and an ax. His eyes were green and purple flames. He rode a horse with two horns and red flames as eyes. We were so scared that our caster used a spell to attack it. Our Tank then tried to hack at it, to no avail. The thing simply cut off his head in one swing. Then it turned to our caster and a strange circle appeared around him. He then used a strange spell. After both my party mates were dead I started to run as far as I could." the assassin described to the three. While Ainzach thought and the captain thought, Rakeshir started to ask" How many circles, what did they look like and what was the name of the spell. I need to know it. If the undead is what I think it is, we are in deep trouble". Ainzachs and the Captains mood did get even worse at the words of Rakeshir. The reason why Rakeshir was important in situations such as this was, because he knew his stuff. When he said that they were in deep trouble, then they were in extreme deep trouble. "I didn't count the circles, but they were dark red. He called the spell "Nifelheims Ferryman" Our magic caster instantly collapsed while a strange white version ripped itself off the body and then was sucked into a book." Told the assassin to Rakeshir. To Rakeshir, who had a good guess what it was, did not recognize that spell. But it did awake his interest. "Earth to Theo, do you know what it is, and if you can talk with us?", asked Ainzach. The captain too wanted to know. "If I had to guess. I would guess it was a dullahan" Rakeshir said. The other looked at him and so he continued" They are, in some cultures, seen as some kind of delivery of death or death itself. They carry their head and sometimes weapons. Dangerous they are. but this one seems to be stronger, because he is riding a bicorn instead of a headless horse". The other three are quiet. After that Ainzach told the assassin to wait in the hall, so that Rakeshir, the captain and he could talk in privat. "Okay what do we do now?" The captain asked. " I don't know. dullahans are said to be sentient undead, instead of your typical skeletons or zombies. By what the boy described I would send for an Adamantite team and collect and dissect the dead. The news shall not leave the room." Rakeshir spoke in a serious tone. Ainzach said "Captain you will send a rider to Re-estice. I will write a letter. The next adamantite team I know right now would be blue roses. And we will talk to the mayor before the rider is sent, so that we can get the funds necessary"."Sounds like a plan. I will prepare my part, see you" spoke the captain as he walked out of the office. Ainzach looked at Rakeshir "This will be interesting"."You don't say Pluton, you dont say" Rakeshir said with a satisfied grin on his face.
A little while away, and not as far as certain four people would like, Litzelot moved slowly on the roads, when he had sneezed a lot. He first asked himself, if undead can become ill, but throw the thought out of his head. He had thought a lot about the last battle. It did give him some information about his abilities. And thanks to the absorbed soul of that evil caster, at least he was inpolite enough to attack him unprovoked and ruin his prank, he remembered his collector-book. Sadly he didn't keep the PKs in that book when he came into this new world. but the silver lining was that he could collect new souls and names in it. It also seemed to him that at least the guys wearing those bronze platters were nothing strong against him. He decides to move through E-Rantel, because the chief told him that the city is beautiful.
In E-Rantel a Captain of the guard felt shivers down his spine. His feeling of dread became stronger. It took Ainzach and Rakeshir nearly the complete morning to coerce the mayor that the dullahibi, or what it was called, was a threat and get the funds they needed to hire the blue roses. Now that the rider was out of the city, the captain looked over the assassin and the silver plates. They would be sent to the battle site, to take the dead and to bring them here. It would take an estimated five to six days to get the bodys. The rider would need more time.
The adventurers were moving in silence and praying that the undead did not remain at the site of the massacre. It took them three day to reach the site and it was a gruesome view. The ranger of the group, Lukrut, looked around for were none, so he stared at the battlefield. ``Whatever you encountered here didn't like you for sure", was the simple statement, which summarized the opinion of the group. They started to pull the dead out of the forest, while Peter saw a scared Dyne. Once they left the forest, they threw the dead onto a little wagon and started moving back to E-Rantel. Peter is taking a night shift together with Dyne. Deep in the night, when the other slept, Peter began "What scared you right in that forest? I have never seen you that scared ''."When we reached that cursed place, I looked around and looked at the plantlife. The dead man with his head still attached was laying in a complete purple spott. I found that interesting. Why didn't you notice it?", answered Dyne. Peter remarked " I did notice that, I just wanted to get the quest over as fast as possible. What is with that purple spott?". " It means, if I recall correctly, that the soul got ripped out and that it will never reach paradies. That got me scared, because in my home village. There were old tales about undeads, which collect souls and leave pink spotts. I hope it is just a natural reaction though." answered Dyne. Peter getting goosebumps on his back. Dyne, seeing this thought "how can I defuse this? I don't like seeing my friends in fear " ,''Ha got you good, didn't I Peter?"."That was mean Dyne," said Peter with a light smirk on his face. After that they continued to talk for a while. Dyne promised himself that he would look into the folklore of his village, when he could do it.
It took three days back and even two days to get every information they could from the two dead and the group. After the group described the battlefield nearly all of the swords of darkness moved out of the room. "What can I help you with?" Rakeshir asked the druid. "I also noticed a strange purple spot. Where I am from there is folklore about spotts similar to this." Dyne answered. Rakeshir thought about it out loud "In some villages, if I remember right, there is folklore about a pink spot and speaking about a headless undead taking souls right?"," Yes." Dyne answered. " I don't think it is an undead of that caliber, but be careful. Do not engage it. We are taking care of it. But after it is over we could talk more. I am getting interested in the myths of us smallfolk. Who knows what could be true, no?" Rakeshir spoke. After that Dyne left and joined his friends and started to head out. Rakeshir went to his study and started to read about local myths.