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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
Cregga brightened "Oh! Curses? I know a few things about curses. I am a witch, you know. Stealing babies, seducing young men, squatting in a hovel, bubble bubble, cauldron bubble. It's practically in my job description," she said with obvious amusement.
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oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
The witch smiled. "Naturally. After all-."
"Quiet!" Max called from ahead. "Do you hear that?"
Cregga paused. She tilted her head, listening. She could indeed hear something. A high, raspy voice echoing through the trees. Too faint to make out the words, distorted by the crowding forest and an odd undercutting rattle as if of metal or perhaps bone.
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oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
Max gestured for silence and to follow, slowly threading his way through the trees. The rattling sound and voice grew louder the further they went, ill trees thinning. When little more than a few trunks stood in their way Max dropped into a crouch, inching forward to the small lip of a hill.
He and Cregga peeked over the hill tot he macabre scene below int he graveyard.
A small churchyard rested before them. Long disused, the steepled building's once white paint peeled and crawled off the wood. Few of the stained windows remained intact, and the bell ion the tower had long been silent. The wood of the roof was worn and dismayed, sporting several holes through which the somber and overcast sky cast it's little light ithrough. Tombstones dotted the land about the church, growing somberly amongst the encroaching weeds and confined by the spearing barbs of a metal fence. Poor protection, for several of the sections had been torn down leaving it open to intrusion.
Ironically, it was likely the intruders had come from within the church grounds rather than without. A mob of undead lumbered amongst the leaning tombstones. Zombies with decaying grey and green skin lurched haphazardly, bleached skeletons who rattled in the still night air and even the odd, twisted ghoul completed their medley of undeath.
Though the zombies seemed to have no clear direction in their wanderings, the skeletons were hard at work. Digging into the ancient earth with stolen spade and pick to reach their entombed fellows beneath the tombstones. Max narrowed his eyes, recognizing one amongst the horde.
"Hurry. Hurry! There's far too little time!" a skeleton in copper coloured armour and ancient horned helm, polished to a shine in the unearthly light of the moon commanded. Standing atop a ruined stage coach, he wielded a broadsword made with obvious skill, sporting a large metal rose on the crossbar. The weapon he pointed with to various undead working with an accompaniment of urgent commands.
"You! Hurry and get those new recruits out! No slacking. We can rest when we're dead. The time for lethargy is long past. Quickly! The Horde may be here any day! We must prepare! We mustn't let Grand Hamlet fall. If it does, the green skinned wave will reach Stormwind in no time."
"That they will, Captain," a blue boned skeleton at the base of the coach observed. Dressed in ancient and ratted brown robes of a hedge mage, the undead leaned upon a sturdy wooden staff. Mottled hood thrown over his head, he stared at the bony labourers with long empty sockets. "But be calm. We mustn't be rash, lest we suffer another Black Pass."
"How can I be calm Morkan!" the Captain roared. "With every passing minute, the Horde grows closer! We must be ready. We must!"
"Your fervour does you credit. But patience, my friend. Patience," the skeletal mage assured his companion "Haste will give us little. You must keep a level head. If you cannot now, then how can you when battle is joined?"
Max watched as the Captain gripped his sword with both hands, pressing his helmeted forehead against the blade to try and calm himself. As he rattled with the effort, Cregga nudged Max's shoulder.
"There," she whispered, pointing to the graveyard. The illusionist narrowed his eyes, gripping the grass and soft between his fingers tightly at the sight of a solitary blue flower. Perched delicately atop a tombstone while the sea of dead worked about it tirelessly.
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oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
"Think we can negotiate with them?" Max asked.
The witch scoffed. "Not likely. They aren't exactly well adjusted."
Max frowned, he peered over the hill, examining the working dead. "I see. Okay, I have a plan. Serai!" Max hissed. Though truth be told, with the amount of racket the dead were making, it was unlikely he could be heard. "Psst!" he waved her towards the ground and them. Close enough for her to be heard and he overheard.
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oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
Max nodded. He pulled out a stick, and quickly began sketching in the dirt as h spoke. "Right. So, first, we will cut down a large tree. Then, the three of us split up. I'll take to the field behind the church with Serai, where I will claim to the top assisted by the harpy. While we are doing that, Cregga? You will sneak around to the side of the field. There, you will paint several arrows on the ground pointing towards the lake. By then, I shall have obtained the top a' the church. I'll then start an illusory light show inside the chapel, drawing the skeletons inside to see what the fuss 's. As soon as the skeletons 'r inside, Serai will wing down, and block the doors using that carriage. To make it easier, we will have gathered a pair of wolves using a piece of meat. We will ahrness the wolves tot he carriage, and force them with the meat as incentive to pull the carriage inf ront of the doors. Blockin' 'em.
"Now, while we're doin' that, you'll draw the attention of the zombies Cregga. Once they are following you, y'll hide. The zombies, bein' stupid, will naturally follow the arrows. Once they are, you will then take the large log which you planted up the hill, and roll it towards the undead. Killing most of them.
"At that stage in th' game, I will sneak back down the roof and grab the flower. Meanwhile, Serai will collapse the roof of the chapel, killing all the undead inside. Leaving us with the flower, no undead, 'nd what have ya."
Cregga stared at the diagram. Lines crisscrossed the dirt like a tableau of insanity. Spiring, curving,a dn crossing over one another. She ahd once chanced upon a hole filled with snakes, and the plan looked something like that at the moment.
"Uh-huh," the witch mused. "Okay. Or, you know, alternatively." Cregga suddenly shoved the illusionist. Max flailed, giving a shout of surprise as he was sent tumbling head over heels down the hill, swearing like a sailor all the way. He crashed into the ground upside down, his head reeling and vision spinning like a fair wheel. As it solidified, he blinked at the upside down image of a hundred dead eyes riveted on him.
"Oh you contemptible witch!" Max screamed, jolting to his feet and making a break for the woods.
"Intruder!" The Captain shouted, pointing his sword at the fleeing illusionist. "Seize him!" Over half the shambling undead lurched into pursuit, the Captain hopping off the carriage to lead the charge. Shouting epitaphs of promised torments which echoed as he breached the edge of the skeletal woods.
"There, see?" the witch said to the harpy, gesturing with both hands towards the now mostly empty graveyard. "Problem solved."
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Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
A bolt of frigid magic hissed through the air towards the harpy.
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oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga, Morkan
Location:
Duskwood
The blue skeleton in the robes lowered his hand. Back straight and staff held at his side, he eyed without eyes the harpy in disdain. "Who are you?' he demanded in a thin, reedy voice as his hand glowed red with rolling flames. "What are you doing here, harpy?"
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Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga, Morkan
Location:
Duskwood
The skeleton clicked his jaw. "Very well. Then, we will pluck your wings," he said, snapping his fingers. "Then, ask." Several skeletal soldiers drew up from the shadows at the sound. Two were armed with bows, though before they had a chance to reach for their quivers the mage had thrust his arm out, casting the fireball at the harpy.
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Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga, Morkan
Location:
Duskwood
A feral howl cut through the air. Morkan spun to the sight of one of the archers going down beneath a hail of grey fur and snapping teeth, shattering the undead against the graveyard floor.
The second archer, entirely unperturbed by the sight of his fellow being torn apart by the raging worg, fired his arrow at the still circling harpy.
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355559
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oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz, Cregga, Morkan
Location:
Duskwood
The rattle of bones and and metal spurred Max further into the forest. A tree branch slapped him in the face, leaving him stumbling past and spitting out the dead leaves of autumn. He shielded his face with his arm, hopping over a grasping root.
Escape was always just behind the next tree.
Morkan pushed a palm out, a burst of flames aimed at the harpy as she dodged the arrow. Several of his skeletal minions had fallen into a magic induced stupor, but there were enough of them yet standing to take the fight to the worg with shovels and swords brandished. Advancing even as the grey furred beast bowled another bony minion down into an unearthed grave.
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