𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝.
A war commander feared by his allies much as his enemies. Eber Soldat is a man of age and experience who can swing his long sword and behead the most opposing warriors with...
Slowly, their glossed eyes staring at the house of God with the scent of life inside it. More and more undead begin to show, their focus on the same smell of blood from the dead man with more snarls and low roars ringing out as more and more untoten flood through Hieb.
Outside the tavern, the first signs of the creatures in the village pass by the window Koza stands looking out of. He watches them spread through the streets, atop the buildings, down alleyways. Letting out a breath, Koza looks down from the sight. One of them comes close by the window, moving along down the boardwalk, bringing a scowl to Koza's brow. The creature doesn't look familiar, but what it wears does. The mangled face tattered by a harsh death. Koza turns to Ermanno and Thayer sitting miscellaneously at a table towards the front. "You were right, Sir, they are the undead soldiers who killed us in the mountains."
Eber sits at the table nearest the bar, leisurely rapping his fingers on the surface, not needing confirmation of his assumptions.
"They've moved across the land like a plague," Thayer says, fiddling with one of his close range daggers.
"How are we going to kill all of them?" Ermanno sits with hands between his knees, hunched over on the chair.
"Sir?" Koza asks, twisting his torso Eber's way.
The sound growing on her nerves, Lorelei stares at the raps of Eber's fingers whilst he answers the captain. "We will not." The men turn the way of the commander. "We will use them."
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