Avalon/Roleplay Section/Revan/Chapter VIII
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Chapter VIII
Many battles had gone by and many dead had been resurrected by Hades. Instead of the body being resurrected to its old state in the stale hands of Hades the bodies stayed dead though alive in a way being commanded by a spirit.
Ares fought in a war and that night fought in the same war. The war continued through the night; Undead being slaughtered and resurrected to fight again. Ares fled in humiliation and wonder at why he was fighting so many battles. He found Hades resurrecting the bodies. He tore the scepter from Hades’ hands and crushed it. The fragments of the scepter fell upon Beluaterra and were planted in the ground. Thus, whenever a battle had taken place, Avalon and Luz de Bia had to fight another that night when the dead fell to the ground and the magic seeped into the bodies, the dead would rise to fight again. The island was soon called “The island that never slept.”
Avalon fought another battle with Luz de Bia. It wasn’t one of the bigger battles but still a fight to the finish. Avalon had won but deeply weakened. Hector recovers from his sickness only to fight a battle with the undead of the last battle. The army was attacked by surprise by a horde of undead. The undead outnumbered them five to one. Hector wakes up to his men being eaten by undead. He catches an undead hurdling towards him and deflects it. When deflecting it he had been cut on the arm and began to run with the men he had left.
Hector wheezes from the open wound on his forearm. He hadn't had time yet to seal it because they were being chased. Half of his men are seriously wounded, more than half are dead. They shuffle through the forest as fast as possible, carrying what living men he has left. They run, blinded by tree branches bashing them in the head. Arms over necks, hobbling like a three legged sack race.
He turns to see some undead gaining on them. Hector drops the soldier he is helping, and turns and draws his sword.
"What in the bloody hell happened Sergeant?"
Quickly, by his side is a bloody man, looking half dead.
"Mi'Lord, I have no idea what happened. Our watchman fell asleep on duty. And before we knew it, some of our fellow troop leaders took off just before they struck us."
Hector had taught them all how to avoid being tracked by the undead... simple, if you bleed, they come... if you bleed, they will find you. So, any bloody wounds, must be cauterized immediately. As the horde began feeding on the 10 dead men, Hector quickly grabbed a bag of cannon powder and poured it on his men’s open wounds, then set fire to it. The screams of his men from the pain were drowned out by the screams of the undead horde. As quickly as he had set fire to their wounds, he had them up, pairing up the worst with the best, then off they went, Hector, looking over his shoulder as they left.
"Mi'Lord! You're arm! Hector looked down to see his arm covered in blood! DAMN DAMN DAMN! I didn't take care of my own wound, now we may all die here!"
Hector attacks and cuts off two heads. As the beasts stagger and fall, he quickly follows through with the sword through the heart. Two down, two to go. The Sergeant is attacked from behind, and goes down, Hector approaches the third from behind as it approaches the Sergeant. Through the back piercing the heart... another one down.
The Sergeant flails wildly trying to break free from the monster. Hector rushes to him, suddenly, the undead man is pierced with an arrow through his heart.
Hector looks up and sees his friend, Revan, atop an undead horse. It bucks wildly, but Revan has him under control.
"Hector, old friend!"
"Revan, my god, how long has it been?"
Behind them, the Sergeant staggers to his feet. "Lord Revan, I thank you, sir, you... saved my life!"
"Think nothing of it! Hector, your wound, you have to seal that, you know..."
"Yes, yes, of course, as soon as I get some cannon powder..."
"Here, I have some, but first, I need help killing this horse, if I get down now, he'll surely kill us both."
"Of course"
Hector lunges and stabs the horse through the chest. The horse bucks back and throws Revan, and flails for a moment, then goes still.
"Thanks, nice and delicate, and I appreciate the warning too!" Revan says as he grabs Hectors hands and comes to his feet. He retrieves a bag with some cannon powder and promptly lights it to seal Hector's wound.
"Damn, that hurts. Isn't there any other way to do this?... What happened back there, Revan, how did we get caught off guard?"
"We were flooded with enemies all around. They caught us off guard so quickly, I had to flee the very moment I could.”
Hector shutters... "OK, enough, let's get moving... I'm heading back to the capitol to see if I can possibly recruit."
With that, Hector grabs the man he dropped earlier and starts towards the capitol.
"Coming, Revan?"
Next: Chapter IX
