[Parbos - Town Hall. Enter Clyde Arrowny. Since leaving the Parbos Resident's shack, he quietly made his way through the village, paying extra attention to each step he took, fearful of waking the undead once more. Upon arriving at the Mayor's personal residence, he found it abandoned, yet in pristine condition.
The lights in the master bedroom were left on. After spending nearly an hour searching the residence for any sign of life, he turned his attention towards the only non-wooden structure within the village; Parbos' Town Hall.
Upon entering the main hall, there was a deserted reception. There were several rooms within the Town Hall so Clyde Arrowny opted to enter the large community hall. Inside the stench of death hit him, the windows were boarded up in haste, only the moon's light provided any sort of visibility within.
A make-shift altar with a corpse rested at the front of the hall. A man in a brown long cloak loomed over it, resting his hand on the deceased's exposed skull. It was Lazarus]
Lazarus: A wanderer like myself, the similarities end there. I create life, you take it.
Clyde Arrowny: Tell me Ace, can necromancers bring themselves back to life? or have you just ran out of luck?
[Lazarus' expression drops, he takes his hand off the skull and places it on the hilt of a large two-handed sword concealed within his cloak]
Lazarus: A pathetic hume dares to challenge me? your corpse will be my puppet. You are not the hero Parbos needs to be free once more.
[Lazarus raises his free hand, causing a legion of undead to rise from around the room, Clyde Arrowny pulls a sword from the corpse of a fallen Parbos guard, he wasn't very proficient with a sword but arrows wouldn't do an awful lot against the undead, he also didn't fancy his odds with his dagger, one slip up and he could be infected]
Clyde Arrowny: You're not the one I am looking for unfortunately [he points the sword at him, as the undead approach] but I'd never pass by an opportunity to get paid.
[Clyde Arrowny locks into combat, delivering quick and precise strikes to the undead as the begin to approach in unison, he wasn't used to the additional weight carried by each swing of a sword, it certainly wasn't the most comfortable but the adrenaline rush helped. Any time the undead would break through, a shadowy hand would grasp their legs from the ground, restraining them and allowing him to deliver a final strike. Despite his best efforts, the fallen would only rise once more, he needed to put a stop to the source of their power.
Lazarus watched attentively, taking his large sword in the grip of one of his hands, using his other hand to give life to the undead once more, an endless onslaught but he was determined to deliver the final strike to Clyde Arrowny. As he approached, he readied his blade for a swift and powerful blow that would eviscerate him in a blink of an eye.
In one swift strike from above, Lazarus' sword splits Clyde Arrowny down the middle, shards of fragmented smoky glass shatter and fly across the room as they had done earlier, the sword he had, crashing to the floor, but Lazarus was no fool, he knew what this was. It did not matter though, Lazarus considered himself a master of death, this was not something he would sucumb to]
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Solitara (Twisted Roots Midquel)
FantasyAs Alessandra and Clyde part ways, she is now left under the care of the Duhsh Elves while he continues on the path of vengeance. The story of what happened in the seven year absence until their next fated meeting remained unknown, until now.
