Army of the Damned

VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 1

With the question about the world, Ingraine leans into him, with the two boys changing seats to the bench behind him. As the night leans in and men from the Combat Engineer Corps set up construction lights around the terminal as technicians get to work in repairing and fixing the power lines, he was soon surrounded by the youngsters looking at him and Bahamut who was on his shoulders.

"I am sure you've met the boys, John, Trev, Ram, and everyone else. But I need you to talk to me specifically about some things..." With a long hard sigh, he stood at ease and looked towards them with a proper salute. "I'll introduce myself again. I am Paul Jackson, Knight General of Eldwood, Commander of the First Legion. Owner of the Banner of the Black Dragon." he then looks around the terminal and sees that the flags that were once on their poles were taken. "Nevermind that then." He proceeds to sit down and sighed for a bit before looking at their young eyes.

"I need to travel this world and broker peace. I am sure you know Bahamut, my trusted confidant and companion." scratching the Dragon's body, he then looks towards Ingraine. "I want to avoid bloodshed as everyone gets to work in setting up defenses and prepping to send the Signal to the Men of the Woods." he then lets go of the Dragon, letting it scurry along his body. "Everyone has given themselves their own respective tasks, mine is to attempt to seek peace." He then cracks his neck. "First things first, how can I make contact with your King or Emperor?"

Ingraine then quickly shifted her attention to Eattare who has her eyes on the Dragon that's latched onto his chest like a necklace ornament. "O-oh! Well... that is extremely hard to do... King James is a very busy man and the Arnheit family isn't exactly one to let anyone talk to them." This made him sigh. "I knew it wouldn't be easy... well, do any of you have any ideas at all?"

Grifvet then leans into the back of the bench. "Oh! Why not use Bahamut? Dragons are revered in our Culture. You can easily use her to get in." He immediately shakes his head. "No. Let's avoid exposing the fact that we have a super powerful Dragon in our midst. Eldwood also operates on Neutrality, we will not be used or get involved." Pierence, who was busy rubbing his chin, lifts an eyebrow.

"Why not do that Urgent Quest from the Holy See? The one we saw on Grandure?" Everyone then turned to look at him. "It's not that hard either. I believe the request was just escorting him through an investigation. Someone like him must be a ranked Inquisitor." scratching his scalp, the Knight General just tilts his head as it turns to his Southwest, creeping everyone. "And? How will that help us?" He then has his ribcage tapped. "Master, I think it's better for you to change back to your normal form."

His head swishes immediately to look forward as he undos the magic. His empty uniform then became puffed. Ingraine and Eattare were both amazed by his physique, tall and burly, his wide jawline is accentuated by the fierce eyes on him, yet his hair was combed as if he was a Noble. "There. Continue." Bahamut then proceeds to slither like a snake into his jacket, balling up inside the deeper pockets and closing her eyes.

"Inquisitor Priests are usually under a Bishop or Cardinal who then knows someone from the Noble Families. It should be a viable way." The Elf then immediately smacks his shoulder. "Pier! When did you get so smart?!" Jackson though began weighing it in, breathing heavily before nodding. "Alright, we'll do that then. Bahamut, prepare the Wagon. I'll get Junior." standing up now fully in his human form, the Knight General truly lived up to his title with how he looked. Handsome yet with a fearsome touch to him.

Escorted through the terminal, the party was then taken to the tarmac. Fighter jets were lined up as helicopters buzzed left and right and on the parking bay meant for airliners was Bahamut.

With her special saddle and ladder, players checked the ropes as they latched a wagon into her body. Soon, their undead bodyguards stopped as they opened the emergency door on the jet bridge. Going down the staircase, the Natives of the land had to lift up their hands up to their ears from the ear blistering sounds of rotors and jet engines all except Eattare who cast a bubble around her.