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Post by Hallewes on Dec 24, 2011 0:22:47 GMT
"Meldryn Mwar." Hallewes replied. She was unnerved by the mans grin.
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Dec 24, 2011 8:24:46 GMT
When the farmer looked at Ironside, he could see that his eyes were utterly vacant though they were not sightless or covered with cataracts. There was no fear in his face, his mouth hung slack with surprise but not overt shock "You. Must. Let. Go. Crops. To. Be. Tended." The voice was low and unnatural, monotonous. It was as if he were reciting some catecism he had been taught by priests. There was no life in his voice. "There. Is. No. Old. Man. Let. Me. Tend. My. Crops." Confused, Ironside looked to Hallewes for explanation, but she was nowhere to be found. "Where did she run off to?" he asked Alfred, slightly unnerved by this strange place. Frustrated, he turned back to the farmhand and struck him hard with the back of his armoured gauntlet, hoping to knock the fool out of whatever stupor he was in.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Dec 24, 2011 10:31:56 GMT
OOC - ok, going to split you guys up in separate threads or this is going to get messy! Making a new thread for Hallewes called the Faerie Mound
The blow was hard. The farmhand fell to the ground, a chunk of flesh tearing off his pale cheek, leaving it red and bloody but he did not scream as he fell into an awkward pose. As Ironside watched, he simply got to his feet again, ignoring Ironside, and went back to the crops he had been pulling as though nothing happened.
"Dig. The. Crops."
The monotonous voice again, as if he was in a trance. Alfred came close to Ironside. "I saw which way your lady went. She followed some evil light, like in the old tales of the marsh woman. We'll find her, but I think I know what's happened here. Look at him, Sir Ironside. That is not the voice of a living man. He seems to be driven by some force that takes no account of fear and pain and his companions are the same. I could get nothing from them."
His eyes were wild. He paused and took a deep breath.
"Look closely, sir. Can't you smell the corruption all around us? These men are dead."
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Dec 28, 2011 8:17:56 GMT
Ironside took a closer look at the shambling men around him and realized that Alfred spoke the truth. While some would have looked at the toiling dead with revulsion or pity, Ironside only smiled.
"Then it is true..." he said, eyes gleaming with greed as he imagined the scourge he would lead accross Britain. "Perfect"
He then turned to Alfred and asked "Lead me in te direction she headed in! No undead army can exist without a mage to fuel it."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Dec 28, 2011 11:41:48 GMT
Alfred nodded.
"I agree."
The green light was no longer present but Alfred remembered the direction it had gone in. He led Ironside that way until they saw a huddled form up ahead. As they got closer, they saw that it was the body of a woman. And her face was familiar. He cursed ran forward for a better look. The woman lay as still as a corpse.
"Ironside!" Alfred yelled. "That's Lady Hallewes!"
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jan 3, 2012 8:35:41 GMT
Ironside sprinted forward towards the lifeless form, willing the Saxon's words to be untrue.
I shouldn't have let her out of my sight! he thought as he huddled down for a closer look and took the woman's body in his arms. If she is dead then all this time has been wasted and my aspirations dead with her! Dead like Vortigern...dead like by brothers...dead like a knight named Ruben....
He glared from the body to the man huddled next to him. If she truly was dead, Alfred's life would be forfeit. It wasn't that the Red Knight blamed the Saxon, but shedding some blood would make him feel better.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 3, 2012 15:27:12 GMT
Hallewes was not dead. She breathed shallowly and even seemed to be at peace. She slept, but deeply. Alfred crouched next to her and shook her shoulder to rouse her, even slapped her, but she didn't wake.
"That's odd."
He tried again but to no avail.
"Oh. What if...what if it's an enchanted sleep? That green light has to be sorcery of some kind. Nothing looks like that. Not in the real world. I bet that sorceror knows we're here."
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jan 3, 2012 18:36:30 GMT
Ironside exhaled a sigh of relief at realizing Hallewes was alive.
"Then perhaps we should find him and introduce ourselves" he said grimliy. "Unless of course my guide has a better idea?"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 3, 2012 18:46:09 GMT
"I've not had many dealings with sorcery," Alfred sighed. "Did Lady Hallewes teach you anything about sorcery when you lived with her? Maybe some form of tracking sorcery? If we could do that, we could find the sorceror. Or else we will just have to keep looking for likely dwelling places."
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jan 3, 2012 19:01:45 GMT
Ironside nodded his head, a little lost in all this talk of magic.
"She handled matters of magic and I handled matters of steal. It was an effective arrangement." he said tersely. "If the sorcerer found her, I am interested that he did not seek us out as well. Perhaps he does not think us worth the effort. I suppose we will have to get his attention"
Ironside unslung his greatsword from his back and walked back to the group of undead farmers. With little effort he swung the sword, slicing the farmer he had been speaking with in half.
"Perhaps losing his food supply will get the sorcerer's attention!" he said with a wolfish grin.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 3, 2012 19:15:57 GMT
The other zombified sorcerors carried on working, seeming to not even notice the loss of one of their number. They stepped over his body as needed, but that was all. Alfred watched without comment. He had carried Hallewes back over to Ironside since they had been some distance away from the farmers when they found her.
"Perhaps you're right. We're warriors. We have no use for magic ourselves. We should make a litter to carry her and then press on into the forest. His home must be here somewhere. Most like it's a castle or fort of some kind. Or even a longhall. If he's as great a sorceror as your lady claimed, he wouldn't be content to live in some piddling shack."
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jan 3, 2012 19:30:29 GMT
Ironside let out a frustrated groan.
"Must you ruin all my fun?" he asked, glancing down at the dismembered farmer. Though it had done little to help, the action had made him feel a little better.
"Very well, lets get on with it." he said, looking around for suitable sticks to make a litter.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 3, 2012 19:44:04 GMT
There were some to hand and Alfred took off his cloak so they could use that. It was ragged but it would serve.
"It's not much use chopping them apart. He's a necromancer, he'll just make more corpses," Alfred pointed out. "Here, bring me some hoes, would you? We can use those as the poles."
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jan 3, 2012 19:46:19 GMT
Ironside grapped the hoe from the fallen corspe and snatched another from a zombified farmer's grasp.
"They won't make the most cunning army, but they'll due I suppose." he said, handing Alfred the items.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 3, 2012 19:56:08 GMT
"Men die all the time, and, if they do not, a necromancer can just kill some live men to increase his army," Alfred observed as he laid out the poles with the cloak.
"I need something to tie it all together. Any ideas?"
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