Authors note: please tear my story bit by bit, I mean point out every single detail I did wrong or was displeasing. Thank you.
Chapter 2: into the land of ancient lords
I looked around and was confused. I scanned the area around the bonfire to see a man in chain mail, his hair was green tinted brown and his face was rough. The man stood up and said "hello there hopeless undead are you here for the chosen undead legend?" Kamlet answered "Yes of course we are here for the legend!" the man laughed at him. "Any way there are two bells, the parish above in the Burg and the Blight down in the marsh." Kamlet was glad and thanked the man and we went up the ruins and we meet several monks one with golden hair in a bob cut. He was portly and his face was flabby. Another was barring a hideous helmet that covered his face. The other man was a paladin in armor thick as stone and was balding. They noticed us and called for us. We introduced ourselves. The portly man said "are thou ready Seth and beau" the two men nodded. "We are going on a sacred mission" said Seth. "to do or get what exactly?" asked Beatrix."For the rite of kindling." said Seth. "They must not know for it is sacred!" said Beau. "For they are not in a covenant with the gods!" he continued. "Is it not the mission of every undead paladin?" asked Kamlet. "How would you know that" asked Beau. Kamlet answered "as a knight in serves of the gods it is my duty!" Seth smiled and the portly man that did not reveal his name asked "I am waiting for three others why don't you go with Beau and Seth." Kamlet agreed and was given a mace and off was off with them.
Then we decided to go up the hill finding three people who completely hollowed and four bodies one having a small cleaver probably a butcher. Luckily none of them had weapons. I went forward while Beatrix kept her distance. They were facing the wall of cliff they had trapped the poor souls they killed. I plunged my pole arm into the closest one and went in to its left leg. The other two turned to me while the other was pinned to the ground. I took a step back as on hollow pulled the now broken spear out of the now injured hollow that was crawling towards me. The last one was just standing there starring at me. The one with the pole arm lunged at me I dodged him with and pushed him down and as I picked up the now pointy stick the crawling hollow bites my left ankle in response I stab it in the head with the stick. It let go and I took a step before falling from the pain. Beatrix had sneaked pasted the hollow that was dazing off and grabbed the cleaver. The hollow that I pushed got up and started running at me. The crawling one had bleed out to my please. The running hollow jumped on me. I lost my cool and started swinging and begging for help. Beatrix pulled him of me and cut his right hand off and kicked him down. I had got up and my left foot was still bleeding and was killing me. The last one Beatrix killed without it giving any resistance. We went forward till we found an aqueduct and went up it. The water was cold and was clear to my luck. We got down after we got past the wall. Then it hit me we were not soldiers or anything we had no chance of making it past this city. I limped to an alley and sat down. I was lucky to survive that last encounter I wished not have another.
