An: Back again, lets get this started!
Glad to see that people are still enjoying my stories. Really, really am.
Not much to say, but if you ever play space station 13, i go by Nikolai the beast and Nikolai Petirosky on apollo station 17. feel free to play, it is...well free.
Now, onto the tale.
Chapter 4: The Battle of Bone and Sweets.
Finn had found himself at the walls to the candy kingdom in a very short period of time, huffing like a wolf in a nursery rhyme. He approached the gates, the graham crackers that served as it closed, barred with a piece of candy cane. Frowning, he knocked on it, getting a meek response from what sounded like a banana guard. "No one here...don't eat our faces..."
"It's me, Finn! Lemme in!" he cried, hearing a scurrying from behind the delicious door. The gate opened with startling speed, revealing the banana guard and a few other of his kin rapidly tugging on the door's ropes, not even using the lever to do it for them. "Finn! Thank glob, get in here!" the one in charge cried, the only difference between him and the other was a poofy purple hat. Rushing in, the enchanter followed, staring at the candy guards.
What magic is this? He thought quizzically, eyeing the nervous guardsmen. However, he found more surprise at the sight of the citizens that were hiding inside their candy homes, peeking out through the windows. Either this place was made of candy, or he had drank a large amount of wizard brew. Shaking his head, he watched the boy speak to some sort of bubblegum girl, wearing a crown the reeked of protection magic.
"Finn! My goodness, am i glad to see you! The Lich is striking again, he has sent a horde of undead this way. We need all the help we can get to deal with them! I tried to send word to Jake and Rainacorn, but it won't make it in time. We sent convoy's to the other kingdoms, but we need to buy time!" she spoke frantically, her usual air's gone, replaced by a mild panic.
"Calm down, sweets. I'll make sure no one gets you." Teased a voice, eliciting a blush and glare into the shadowed area underneath the wall. Finn realized that Marceline was floating there, holding her usual axe bass. However, he didn't need to be a genius to see she was stressed, her grip way tighter then it should be on the weaponized instrument. She saw Marceline looking at the enchanter, frowning. "Whose the big smithy? He looks awfully human..."
Giving a stark glare into the darkness, the enchanter spoke up. "I am, undead. And lest you wish to taste the power of The Rune Smithy, i wouldn't attempt to bite me." he spoke, recently carving a Translation rune on himself, not wishing to do it to everyone else just so he didn't have to feel the magic change his speech.
She hissed at him, and approached as close as she could without touching the sunlight. "You wanna go, ya oversized hobo!?"
He looked at her for a moment, his eyes briefly flashing purple. 'Who is this guy? Is he a danger to Bonni? I hope i can keep her safe. I hope Nikolai makes it in time. Why is he looking at me like that. I hope he doesn't start something'
His glare softened, and he shook his head. "Forgive me, Undead. I thought you to be some sort of monster, but none would worry so much for another." He shook her hand, watching her reaction with mild amusement.
"What? How...you read my mind, you butt! Don't do that, that's just...disturbing!" she huffed loudly, pouting like a child. This got a giggle from the princess, making her pout even more. The enchanter laughed, and looked at her curiously. "Kin of the night, eh? Won't be much help to the battle, then. If you lend me your arm, I'll give you a gift." he spoke, watching her pout disappear.
"Gift? What do you mean, wierdo?" She said, approaching him from the darkness.
"A rune, one of great magic. It would give you a temporary relief from the dangers of the sun, but only for a brief time. It would only work around once a day, and would draw on your inner power. Do you accept, Night-kin?" he stepped into the shadows, pulling the stick from his pocket.
Frowning, she gave him her arm, and winced as it carved into it. She watched it, and saw that he had finished the rune in but a moment. It was a eye within a circle, and it turned a red color reminding her of a tattoo. "Just focus on it, Night-kin, and it shall reward you with protection."
Focusing on it hard, she watched it turn a light blue, her skin felling funny for a moment. She looked around, and he pushed her, directly out of the shadows, into the princesses chest. Two things occurred to her at that moment; one, the sun felt very nice after a thousand years, and two, she quite enjoyed the view. Feeling herself pulled away by Bonni, she pouted a little. The sun was good, at least.
The enchanter laughed at the look he got from the candy girl, and turned to examine the wall. "This doesn't look very sturdy. It seems to be made out of...Gingerbread?" he tapped it, and frowned. He began carving into the wall, the rune much larger then the ones that lay on his arms, and began glowing a magenta hue. Smiling, he laughed a little at the surprise the undead would get when they touched the wall. He turned back, to see everyone giving him a queer look. "What?...What?"
Ignoring the looks, he climbed the wall, looking out over the candy plains. He could see the danger, the horde of undead growing ever closer. This would be a fight, he decided.
Watching the board, he saw the pawns grow ever closer to the opposites side. He began to laugh, when half of the pawns and the Wolf charged, cutting the charge of the undead black pieces.
Finn climbed the wall, looking out to see the horde of undead, his eyes seeing the shape of humans, marauders, candy men and more. However, what caught his eye was the charging mass of black fur that came from the forest from one end of the forest, the other side came a wave of green. He suddenly recognized the shapes, and began to laugh in delight.
The Goblins and Werewolves had come to party.
Nikolai and Grubs laughed heartily (and drunkenly), as they fought their way through the undead horde, giggling about making drink cups out of any clean skulls they found.
"Grubs, ya think we can make some musical instruments from the bones?"pulling the arm off of a undead man, wearing a thousand year old soldiers outfit.
"Hm, you want to tickle the ivories?" he laughed, slicing his way through a undead cougar that had been stupid enough to deem the goblin a easy meal.
"More like rattle their bones!"
They guffawed, their armies joining in with the laughter, deeming this to be more like a bar brawl then a full scale war against a horde of undead. Of course, they both had advantages over the horde. Both battalions of goblin and lycan were much faster and agile then any undead, and had advantages in size. The lycan to large to go down by a single blow, the Goblins to small to hit when they moved so much, which may be because the horde of green creatures had been drinking since they left the kingdom.
After making a joke about making a hat out of a rotting bear, he turned to the goblin with a small amount of seriousness. "We gotta go tell em what we know, or this might be sort of pointless."
"It would be, it would be. But, who should go, eh? I'm having a frog of a time, i am i am!" he cried, laying on the cockney accent for giggles.
"I'm faster then you, stubby. I'll be back, make sure to save a few skulls for me to crack! He cried, running off through the horde.
"Can't promise ya nothing, my furry friend!"
The Group on the walls watched the skirmish with shock, the undead apparently not expecting a charge of drunken goblins and even more drunken lycans. They saw one charging towards the wall,and Marceline began to laugh loudly. "Nikky boy really pulled one through, eh? Candy kingdom isn't exactly known for it's army..." she said, wrapping a arm around Bonnibelle.
Nikolai climbed the wall, and sat down, a tad tired from the run. "I got you some news, Finn. Turns out, that thing you call the Lich is working with some sort of flaming monster. My scouts found em ging towards the fire kingdom, surrounded by strange flaming undead. They sent these to keep you busy, so that you wouldn't be a threat. Head off, go through the Ice kingdom. Me and Grubs will hold em off, make sure that these candy folk don't get eaten."
Nodding, Finn and the enchanter ran off, taking no time to say goodbye. Time was of the essence. Frowning, Princess Bubblegum looked to her follow monarch (and bed partner) and kissed her cheek. "Go help them, Marci. I'd feel better if you were watching their backs."
Marceline blushed a little at the affection, and nodded, flying off with a derpy smile on her face.
Nikolai laughed, and turned to look at the princess. "Oh, Grubs says hello, and is wondering if he is forgiven for attempting to 'take a bite out of your butler' after this."
"...If he promises to not call me a babe again, he will be."
Nikolai grins, deciding that he would never stop doing that, and rushes off again, to join in the fray with intentions to make a entire set of platter ware out of the undead for his house.
The Librarian watched the board, frowning deeply. The Black Bishops Cometh.