Fearless

dai 39 shō

“The deeper we go into this place the worse it gets.” Krom said. “Ther mus be a sit nerby tha the wraiths stem from, one of great significance, a battlefield or monastery ruins likely.” Claremont said, adjusting his glasses. “Yes, though perhaps more of a cult hideout, considering where we are.” Parly said. “What I’m more worried about, is what is spooking things like wraiths.” Einkapf stated, shivering as the thought chilled them. “Surprisingly, there are lots of things in this forest that could potentially scare a wraith, as well as several old towns and cities that have crumbled to dirt, that have since become homes for the undead.” The dryad said. “Homes to the undead, as in not just wraiths?” Ron asked, his face betraying the calmness of his voice. “Wherever humans have settled, there has been undead. This area was once a sprawling city, only a few ancient dryads and naiads remember those days, now us dryad’s have pretty much covered the area. Stand still, something approaches.” The dryad said, and even she tensed up. A singular howl pierced the air, followed by howls from all around the group. “We’ve been surrounded, I think I see now why even wraiths despise some creatures.” Ron said, his sentiment being backed up as the first of the creatures stepped into the clearing. Although the howl sounded canid, the creatures were not, half a dozen skeletal figures stepped out of the trees, each issuing a bone chilling howl as they did. “Bone warriors, abominations even where the undead frequent.” Oathbreaker spat. “Oh, you’ve faced these guys before then, just hope there’s not a sha…” Ron began, his words cut off as the very thing he hoped wasn’t there stepped into the clearing, a bone warrior shaman. “Once a necromancer, the bone warrior shaman mantians most of their powers, and due to them being dead already, they are even worse enemies.” Parly recited. “Great, can we not spout depressing facts?” Iris asked, shivering visibly at the sight of the undead horde. Suddenly skeletal  hands appeared in the dirt around them. Surprisingly enough, the bone warrior shaman was just as shocked. Behind the shaman, a previously hidden tomb opened, and the shamans right hand congealed into crystal and shattered. “You, how dare you do anything on my sacred grounds, you are nothing but a human who cheated me, continuing to live with your sacrilegious powers. Yet you think you have free will.” A deathly voice came from the tomb. “Death incarnate, deity of the underworld, you can not come into the world of the living.” The shaman chattered. “They may not be able to manifest outside the underworld, but there are a great many things that serve them that can.” Oathbreaker said, the shaman’s skeletal head turning to look at the new speaker. “So it is you, very well, they have tainted these lands with the most evil of magic. My sacred lands have been tainted and perverted, so old friend of mine, I ask you to cleanse these lands. I know your quest is different then this, but I’m certain both quests can be completed by one another.” The voice said. The shaman chose this time to howl it’s warcry, launching itself towards Oathbreaker, who in turn somehow gaining a scythe, which blade was glowing light blue, the rest glowing dark purple, and cutting through the shaman’s boney body. The shaman crumbled to dust as a gust of wind carried the dust into the tomb. The tomb produced a sound like a giant belch before the voice said anything else. “Thank you for your exchange, for your service to the pits of the underworld, you have been granted a scythe, should you not do as I instructed, that scythe will cut you down like your enemies.” The voice said and the tomb sucked the remaining skeletal warriors into it before sealing itself shut again.