An Adventurer's Tale/The Undead Part 3

Roleplay from Baldhart Message sent to all adventurers in the vicinity of Norjke (22 recipients) "Wake up," he heard the voice command, distant and strange, echoing from the blackness. "Bastard, wake up!"

He snapped awake, shaking, sweating, gripping the spear so tight his knuckles were white, aching. Danost was behing him, shoving him every so often.

"Come!" He commanded, "Come! Something's happened."

He pushed himself slowly to his feet, his muscles weary and achy from exhaustion. the march to Zod and the constant dodging of Enweil Patrols had drained him. They had slept for almost two days, and still he felt weak.

Shoving the end of his spear against the ground, bracing himself against the oak shaft, he waited, clearing the groginess from his mind, standing hunched over in the narrow cave.

"Hurry!" Danost hollered again, scurrying in a low crouch towards the opening. He followed, mechanically.

"What?" Baldhart bellowed, suddenly angry, stepping out into warm morning sunshine.

"That!" he screamed, pointing back where they had come, towards Zod.

He could barely see the summit of the Temple of Zod over the rolling hills of Norjke, the grand structure looking small and insignificant from so far away, the entire Stronghold surrounded by swirling clouds, rolling as if they were alive, black as midnight, standing in stark contrast to the rest of the crystal blue sky that stretched on as far as the eye could see.

"What is it?" He asked.

"No one knows."

He turned, looking down the narrow rocky path. Below, dozens of drovers stood, transfixed by the horrifying experience, their flock of thousands of sheep running wildly, crying out, six more drovers fighting desperately to keep them away from the edge of the cliff. The sounds of the animals chilled Baldhart more than the storm.

He shivered. "I'm glad to be gone from there. Whatever that is, it's evil."

Danost arched an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

He jerked his head towards the flock below. "Them. The way they're acting. They're frightened."

Danost cast a quick glance over his shoulder, and returned his attention towards Zod. "Heard rumors. Undead Horde went in there and took out the Enweil host. Broke the Take-Over."

A sudden chill ran through his body, gripping his heart, making him wince. He rubbed at his chest absentmindedly. "Lets get out of here. I want to be as far away from that as possible." Turning, he spat in the stronghold's general direction. "Black magic."

A sudden blinding flash of light, a deafening crack, and everyone jerked away, shielding their eyes. For a time, all he could see was whiteness, but when his vision cleared, the sky over Zod was clear once more.

Baldhart (Freeman)