The Necromonger's Eve

Hard Times In Arinfell

Ajax saw Hadrian go down and be lunged by the dead. He assumed he was dead because there is no way he wasn't devoured by such an abundance of the fuckers. He felt a slight twinge of remorse but he didn't really know the monk very well so his death didn't way heavily on his shoulders. He had lost sight of Phoenix the halfling he met a few days ago. The horde was just a few feet behind him and he leaped up and grabbed a rooftop and pulled himself up on the top of it. He looked at the horde below and was pissed at the amount of them. He swore to himself as looked desperately for Phoenix. WIth no sign of her, he looked the sun breaking through the rain clouds. This whole thing was fucked beyond belief and made his head spin. The goddamn dead? Zombies? Ajax had been through some shit, but necromancy was new. He got up off his knees and looked around for a building to hop to, with luck he'd meet up with Phoenix. It was bad luck Hadrian was dead, that ki shit could've found her pretty damn quick. He lept from the roof he was on to a higher one on the same street. The buildings were made from concrete stone shaped from wizards, he read that somewhere. He saw the old man, David's corpse up and about shambling. Fucker couldn't smother his cough in his sleeve or hold it in? Jackass. The other old man Kairn had crawled into a box and the dead were swarming it. If Ajax could make the jump from this roof to the small wooden covering above the fruit stand where the box was beside, he could grab him and pull him up hopefully before the dead got to him. He backed up a bit to get a running start. He ran and jumped his hands reached out for the wooden ledge. He missed and rolled forward like a bowling ball into the dead. His metal bits would keep their teeth at bay. As long as they didn't rip under them and get to the softer biomaterial he'd be fine. He launched the spring-loaded blades in his arms and in one motion cut three zombie's heads off. He pulled the blades in and grabbed the Kairn by his armpit and jumped up onto the wooden ledge. 

"That was close, my metal friend." Said Kairn.

"Sure, now tell me how to stop this." He said aggressively. 

Kairn looked shocked. "How should I know?" 

Ajax facepalmed. "You know the story, Old Man."

"AH yes, but can we get away from them?" He pointed to the horde below them. 

Ajax shrugged and climbed up the wall onto the roof and let his arm down for Kairn to grab. As he pulled Kairn up he the horde's roar grew. Ajax was unsettled at the fact that the dead of risen and while he had thought of it time and time again, it still just struck him wrong. 

"Now then, my metal friend, allow me to tell you the tale." 

Kairn began to speak the old story.

When people first came to Weteria there was war upon war with races of morals, not to mention the beastfolk. So many dead in just a matter of hours. Well, there was one, an old vampire by the name of Varimis, had an idea and that idea was necromancy. He was the first the necromancer and being dead himself the most powerful. As we fought amongst ourselves he made an army of the dead to protect his coffin. It is said he buried himself in the catacombs of the Church Of Vedash back when the Gods were at war. There his power grew until it spread outwards and energy of necromancy was given to the common man. It said when the undead wizard awakens once again the dead shall rise.

"And that's what happened." Finished Kairn.

"Someone opened the coffin?" 

"Had to of. There is no other way this could happen."

"Necromancers are everywhere. This isn't them?" Ajax began to climb up another roof. And Kairn followed.

"No, I don't think so. We need to get to the Church in the center of town." Said Kain.