Momon: "The first thing we need to do is locate where Nfirea is being held captive."
Momon along with Nabe and Markov stand within the pharmacy's storage room looking over a map of E-Rantel. To the side of them lie the bodies of the Swords of Darkness group.
Nabe: "How do we do that?"
Markov: "We can track the plates the killers took. They may have taken steps to hide themselves and intimidate us but they couldn't help but leave a calling card. Classic serial killer motiffs."
Momon: "Indeed. Luckily I have a-" He's suddenly stopped as he motions his hand up to his ear. "Entoma. You caught me at a bad time. I'm in the middle of something right now. I'll notify you when I'm available."
Markov: "Who was that?"
Momon: "Another of my subordinates. Now. Where was I, ah, Markov is indeed correct. The plates were taken as trophies, to which we can accurately locate as long as they haven't gone too incredible far. If so then this mission has gotten much more complicated."
Nabe: "Perhaps we should use Locate Object?"
Momon: "Let's not be hasty. We don't know if they have Counterspell Locate Object, so we'll use Fake Cover and Counter Detection." Reaching into a black space he pulls free a bag from which he begins to pull out scrolls with each spell on it.
Markov: "You sure you have enough or do you need an extra hundred or so?"
Momon: "We need to be sure that they cannot avoid our divinations. If they do have a caster then we need to take the necessary precautions. Start whenever you are ready, Narberal."
Nabe begins to pick up the scrolls and cast the spells one by one. Layering the protection spells to ensure that their spying spells pierce through any protections they may have. Markov watches as thr room lights up with the sparkling of bright and deep blue lights. Markov couldn't help but notice that Nabe looked rather appealing under the blue lights. Finally after casting Locate Object, Nabe points over to the cemetery.
Markov: "The cemetery. Spooky."
Momon: "Narberal, please cast Clairvoyance and Crystal Mirror."
Nabe tosses up the two scrolls to which they disintegrate and combine to create a floating mirror that shows a massive hoard of skeletons surrounding a semi-conscious Nfirea.
Markov: "He certainly has an entourage. I'd say it'd be a hassle but pretty easy for us."
Nabe: "We can perhaps attempt a magical bombardment or teleport and attack immediately."
Momon: "Do not be foolish, Narberal. Whoever animated that many undead expects such a sloppy attack but also has a plan for them. No. We will attack from the front. Doing so will spread our names far and wide once we saive Nfirea and stop their plan for him and this army of undead."
Markov: "Ever the opportunist."
Momon: "We will need to move quickly if we are to halt them in their plans."
Markov: "About damn time."
After informing Nfirea's grandmother of where Nfirea was and of the undead army. The three adventurers make their way toward the cemetery, shortcutting it by having Nabe use teleport to cover a great deal of ground.
Upon reaching the gates to the cemetery they find the guards that were set up along the wall already under siege by the undead horde.
Guard: "Captain!! Adventurers! Were saved!"
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Overlord: The Solemn PvP'er
FanfictionDevoid of any challenge how will the epitome of solitude and strength survive in a world without a worthy foe to satiate his thirst for endless competition.