Part 2: Why I hate undead
As the darkness surrounded Grell he felt back for his medium sword, Mugen, which he kept in a sheath under his traveling cloak. Takign the grip in his hand he tensed his body for any attack, but was not ready for the light that flooded the hall.
He blinked his eyes quickly, trying to let them focus to the bright white lights before him. His guide, the sentry, walked into the light and raised his hand.
" No need to be on guard, sir." he then turned and walked into the light. Grell slowly followed the dark space the sentry left in the wake of the light. His mind still screaming this was a trap.
Slowly his eyes adjusted and he forcused on a large dark object in front of him. " I am having issues seeing... I need to be on guard." Grell growled as he rubbed his eyes and tried to focus.
" I am sorry, Lord Darkblood." the large object before him bellowed, " I love the light... it makes things warm... like fire." At this moment he could see a rather large man sitting in a chair surrounded by what looked like orbs of light. The orbs lit up his face and almost gave the man a godly appearence. However it also brought out the appearence of the woman beside him. Already he could see she was quite pale and her body moved stiffly.
" Why did you call me?" Grell asked bluntly as the man just basked in the warmth of the orbs around him.
The man smiled to Grell and reached up to the woman, carressing her cheek softly. The woman in turn smiled to him and leaned down to him. " I called you because I heard you killed Jal Fellis... and even though he had an army of those things he called Valdemar." He then brought his hand back and set it in his lap, the woman sat on his armrest and seemed pleased, " I needed someone that has delt with a necromancer before. Someone that would have no problems with the undead."
Grell felt uneasy. He did have problems with the undead. Infact he hated them. They would fall down and be dead and you would walk away... then they would show up again thanks to their master bringing them back again. He had been taking to burning the corpses.. but that didn't always work. He could remember a time that a mage helped him with some undead and he suggested they burn them... however they burned them inside the undead ward.. set that aflame so they had to deal with zombies that not only still had their weapons but were on fire.
" Darling... why dont' you go over by the lord Darkblood and show him how we treat travelers in our city." the man laughed. The woman nodded and stood up and staggered over to Grell.
Grell could smell a mildly unpleasent odor in the air as she came closer and without warning she lurched at him and kissed his lips. He held the kiss for a moment ( since this was the first woman he had kissed in nearly a year!) then after tasting the bile on her lips he pushed her back. " WHAT IS THIS?" he growled. His tongue slide along his lips to check for bite marks... and was grateful when he found none.
" What you don't like my darling's kisses?" he grinned, " she is very talented in other areas as well." Grell felt like he was going to be sick.
" She's undead!" Grell growled gripping Mugen again ready to take down the creature before him.
The man stood up slowly, an effort under his enormous girth. " Yes she is... I brought her to this state of being."
" She .... feels warm." Grell continued to back away from the advancing undead woman who did not have the look of something that wanted to kill him but one that had a much more carnal desire in mind.
The man nodded and pulled the zombie to him and hugged her softly as a lover. " Put a hot water bottle inside her and her body usually stays warm." His grin turned into a full toothy smile upon seeing Grell's blueish skin pale. " Darling wait for me in the bedroom." he whispered to the zombie. The sentry didn't seem to be effected by this. Granted living in this town he had probably seen it multiple times.
Grell loosened his grip on Mugen and straightened his body. " What is this job?" The darkblood didn't want to deal with this anymore.. he just wanted to get whatever he was doing in the swealtering heat done then leave to back to the northlands and the cold.
The man smiled, " Well I want you to go to the lake and I want you to kill the Troll necromancer there. He is trying to raise an army to kill this town."
Grell did not even bat an eyelash as he turned. The sentry went to the man and then after being given instructions went to Grell, " Sir... we are willing to pay."
" I know... I wouldn't of come this far to the south unless I was being paid... which you will pay for my audience here." he stopped and let out a deep growl. " I hate undead... and I will not get in the middle of some Necro war." He turned to the sentry. " Send a messanger to the cave just half a mile off the main road... I will be there... I want my money then I will leave... as per the other payment you were speaking of to do the job... I would recommend to use that to buy arms for this town."
The sentry nodded and then slowly walked back to the man, his master and regent of the town. Grell continued into the dark passageway and down out into the town. Some of the villagers watching him. They were all human... not one Troll, Ogre, Elf, or Darkblood among them. This kind of town really made him uneasy just due to the fact that villages like this usually would attack other peoples... and Grell did not wish to stay at their Inn and take that chance.
He walked out of the village and down along the road. He didn't want to leave the people to their own devices but sometimes this was needed. Two warring Necro's getting a village killed and Rezed was not a common thing but he had hear of wars starting for less.
As he crossed the plains he turned and saw a traveling party walk towards him. He waved to them to show that he was not a threat and showed his hands open. " Hail fellow travelers."
The travelers didn't respond. They continued their slow march... staggering .... lurching... moaning... growling...
Even though Grell's eyesight was poor he could easily smell decay wafting from this new group.
" Damn..... " Grell growled to himself before pulling Mugen from it's sheath and begining to attack the undead horde that was before him.
