battle had lasted almost three hours, but now, it was finally drawing
to a close.
Klishiel, his twin Swords of Orion flashing, launched into a horde
of Skeletons about to fire their bows.
"Oh no you
don't," cried Klishiel, cleaving through their bones as if they
were chalk. He brought the last one of his group to the ground,
and leaped over to help Edmund, his comrade.
Edmund, a Templar
of Sigmar's Holy Temple had just turned eighteen not a week before.
Upon receiving his robes and his holy symbol from the High Priests
of the Temple, Edmund had immediately insisted upon journeying into
the lands of the undead, determined to wipe these travesties from
the face of the Old World.
his two-handed sword up and sliced through the Mummy's arm. It fell
to the floor amidst all the other bodies.
from behind, lopping the Mummy's head off with his swords.
the help friend, it is much appreciated," exclaimed Edmund, as his
hefty sword slew another Mummy in half.
The pair sheathed
their weapons and looked around the room at the piles of bodies.
The dungeon room looked more like a battlefield than a guard room.
Edmunds head turned. "What was that?"
"What was what?"
enquired Klishiel, his hands once more on his sword hilts.
I saw something move up near the ceiling."
the lantern and shone it around. Its light bounced of the ceiling,
causing shadows to pass through the room.
just the lantern," breathed Klishiel, his voice sounding steady.
the corner of the room leapt a dark figure. Klishiel shone the lantern
ahead, but it made no difference. The figure was still dark. It's
arm came down from its face, where it had been covering its face
with a black cape, revealing blood red eyes and long fangs.
and Klishiel stepped back, aghast. They were facing a Vampire!
his hand on Edmund's arm. "Perhaps now would be a good idea to use
that holy symbol of yours."
thoroughly agreed. Now, if only he hadn't left it protruding from
the body of the Necromancer a few rooms before...
story by Andrew Brockhouse.