The Necromonger's Eve

To Save Weteria

Hadrian was out cold. He expended all of his energy escaping the horde. It was terrifying when he thought back on it. He had started with a shield of a few inches while he had to tolerate the stench of them. Like spoiled meat and the thick tendrils of guts splattered his shield and made him gag. Not from sight, it was far too dark, but from the sound. The noise of the dead digging through each other in a desperate struggle to kill him. He could hear the bones snap and the organs squished. What was even worse is that his shield began to wane. The dead began to fall closer and closer to him. Sometimes they fell an inch straining every muscle to keep from breaking the shield. He knew this couldn't last so he took his remaining energy and pushed almost all of his ki outward obliterating the zombies around him. His breath grew ragged and what little strength remained went to fighting the zombies in from of him. He side-stepped a lunge from one and jabbed the other. It's skull shattered and his wraps became stained. The wraps were more for show than anything else. The offered no protection from being hurt, not enough layers. And if Hadrian hit something hard he could focus his ki into destroying it. A zombie grabbed him by his shoulders and grabbed it by its hair and threw it over his shoulder and punched through its head. He began to walk aimlessly killing what little remained of the horde he exploded. The building fell from the blast littering the ground with chunks of concrete and broken glass. His energy waned more and more as the horde began to reform and the more zombies he had to face. Then he passed out and woke in some sewer before falling into a meditative trance to find where this necromancer was.

He wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping. But his eyes fluttered open and he took a large breath. His body was sore and weary. He looked around and saw a dwarf, the halfling he met at the bar, a gnome, and a blonde woman. The saw him rise and the halfling rushed to his shins.

"No, no, no, no, no. You are way too weak for that shit." She said.

"I know my body better than anyone alive, trust me." In truth, he knew he should rest but he also knew that this horde needed to be stopped at all costs.

"Look, Monk, I know you got all that ki shit, but that ain't gonna help you when you're dead."

He searched for her name in her ki. "I understand Phoenix but I think I found the necromonger."

"You mean necromancer?"

Hadrian winced as he rose from his sitting position. "No, a necromancer raised a few zombies or undead abominations. This beast rose an army."

"So like a warmonger?" Asked the gnome whose ki showed he was Glamis.

"Exactly Glamis."

"How'd you know my name?" Said Glamis.

"He heard one us say it in his sleep." Said the dwarf Dextrem.

"Did I? Dextrem son of Boham, grandson of Wendell, son of Bacculo."

Fear rose in Dextrem's ki. "How did you know-"

"I know a lot of things." Interrupted Hadrian. "And one of them is that we must get to the Church of Vedesh."

"Why?" Asked the blonde woman who... was an Elf?

"What the hell did you people do to her?" Hadrian said in anger.

The question was more for him than them as he rushed through all their ki to find an answer.

"We just-" Phoenix started.

"I know, you broke her mind and turned her into your puppet." Said Hadrian.

Glamis began to utter words and Hadrian was a golden meadow. Hadrian cut off the ki from Glamis' body causing intense pain and the spell was lost.