Now now.... The question is what are they planning. I slightly adjusted my own eye sight as i seem them pay the simple minded goblin for weaponery... No matter! I have my weapons and they shalt have theirs. I stumble over to the stairs and walk down as i unveil a full dug out of pestilenece wridden corpses i have a light smirk as i declare its time i bite my hand and poor my own blood onto the corpses and reciting the words from my beloved text books as i step out the way suddenly the corpses rised and clawed their way out of their prison, their eyes glowing purple as i count exactly 120 enough to storm the gaurds and to get to the tombs now. With one mighty shove and a lack of regard for the roaming populas i declare my order with glee "STORM THE CATHEDRAL AND MAKE SURE YOU KILL ANY MORTAL MONSTER OR GAURD IN YOUR WAY!"
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The cathedral (short story)
Фэнтези"Who said the place of holy light cant be invaded by someone of the likes of me."
