Quest The Tides of the Dead

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Talus

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The Great Fortress city of Vel Anir had not known fear for three hundred years. It had been centuries since the alarm bells rang. Lifetimes since the thunderous sound of warning filled the air and the war banners were released. The echo of them had almost been forgotten, their sound a mystery that most citizens seemed to not even recognize.

Until voices shattered their illusions.

"TO THE WALLS!"


"ENEMIES AT THE GATES!"

"TO YOUR HOMES!"

The voices thundered and echoed, repeating again and again as the Anirian Guard streamed from their barracks and climbed the towering fortress that was Vel Anir's walls. They fell into formation as they had been trained to do, spears, bows, and swords in hand as they peered down at what befell their great city. On their way most had called it a joke, a jest, a drill if anything.

Yet as they came to stand behind the parapets they understood.

Before them they saw a massive black tide, an ocean of rabid corpses flanked by thousands of Black Armored centurions. They stood innumerable, countless. Most of their number raised on the old battlefields that Vel Anir itself had wrought. Great towers and siege works were held among their ranks, figures of black cloaks shrouded among the numbers of the dead.

They stood, unwavering, watching, massed in the great fields that surrounded the Fortress city. A huge cloak of mist wound around them, a shroud of shadows that had carried them for miles unseen.

The Black Tide stood before Vel Anir, the sound of guttural deathly moans echoing into the air as they waited. Fear flowed through the streets of Vel Anir, the alarms ringing, the city walls pouring with them. Great banners fluttered in the winds, a taunt that the undead cared so very little for. Time seemed to stand still, and then slowly the tide began to move forward.

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Talus scrambled up the steps of the wall as fast as he could go. His boots thundered as he rushed, up the ancient tower. There were no guardsmen who got in his way, no civilians who were milling about. He had managed to make it here from the central city almost in the blink of an eye,

It had been three hundred years since someone had threatened Vel Anir, three hundred years since an army had marched on the Great Walls. Despite that though it seemed that the people did not forget, that memories of their time in the Guard and the training that had been instilled held true even now. Vel Anir was quiet, but it would soon be wrought with fire and blood.

"Major."

Thawne greeted him a quick salute as he finally reached the top of the wall. "Kyslith?"

The word was bitten off quick. Kyslith was a city to the north, an ancient threat that had once fought a war with Vel Anir and Elbion. The city of the black, fueled by necromancy and undeath like no other place upon Arethil. Weeks ago there had been a rumor, an investigation by Zana and General Blackforge.

The Houses had not listened, but the Guard had prepared as much as it could. Thawne had nodded his head, though in truth the response was no longer required. The sound of the alarm bells still rang, even as the dark tide of undead began to scramble forward.

"Find any Dreadlord in the city, call on every House Guard, drag the fucking nobles themselves to the wall if you have to." His lips thinned to a scowl. "Ready the Trebuchet and range on those towers. Fire at the black cloaks...if You can find them."

The lieuetenant gave a quick nod, and then rushed down the wall to spread Talus' commands.

Ravens had already been sent to the armies of the West and the south, a call for reinforcements. It would take them days to muster their forces and return, but Talus had little other choice but to wait. The Army of the North had to remain on the border with the Empire, and the East...the East was already here.

It was they who would be tested.

Talus stood firm atop the walls, watching the growing tide below. Guttural groans of the undead seemed to resound as they marched forward towards the wall, and then from their siege works black archs of energy resounded, thundering through the air as they smashed into Vel Anir's great walls.​
 
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Zana

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Run...
Zana woke with a start on her bunk covered in sweat. The Dead Kings eyes bore into her waking sight like it had in her dreams and it took a few terror filled breaths to realise she was no longer in that inky keep. The sounds of other Luana Dreadlords milling about with a buzz of activity registered a moment later and Zana let out a breath of relief. Slowly the Second Level Dreadlord swung her legs over the side and ran a hand through her half undone braid. She felt like shit. The majority of her House had recently returned from a mission to the West and had only got back to the city in the pink-tinged hours of the early morning. She had been too tired to go to her own home and had found an empty bunk in her old barracks and crashed there. Risky but necessary.

"What's going on?" she croaked, stopped, and cleared her throat with a grimace. One of the younger Dreadlords - a Fourth Level Empath - passed her his canteen. She took a thankful sip.

"The alarm's blaring, enemies at the gate. Archon Krushev has ordered us all to muster," Zana blinked. "They're saying it's the dead," he laughed and shook his head then wandered off. She did not share his mirth. A sickening feeling welled up inside of her and she grabbed her armour, sword and shield and was squeezing her way through the assembled unit a moment later. A commander called to her but she paid no heed to it and took the steps up to the nearest section of wall to see for herself.

RUN.
Pain laced through her skull as the voice bounced around inside her skull. She hissed out a breath and clutched at her skull, almost going to her knees with the agony of it. It was them. Zana had never really felt fear in her life when it came to battles; she had killed and come close to death on numerous accounts and never battered an eyelid. But that had been the indoctrination of the Academy. A school that took children and broken them down only to build them back up into unfeeling, uncaring, compliant soldiers. Even after her conditioning had broke she had held on to that arrogance and fearlessness of death but that had been before she had entered that Keep. Before she had seen the twisted magic that these people used.

"ZANA, THAT WAS AN ORDER."

She wrenched her gaze back from the rows of corpses to the Archon below. His face was a scarlet red and his fingers crackled with the white fire that was his element to control.

"Sorry, Sir," Zana threw a glance once more. "Sir I have seen these before," but she couldn't tell him about the Keep. Her lips pressed together as she descended the stairs. "When the Guard called on us to relieve the siege. There were these creatures there, controlled by mages. Kill the mage and a group of the dead die," he seemed momentarily mollified with the information but the hard glare didn't lessen.

"Fall back in with the cavalry unit, you will ride with the others. A spear into their hearts - it will give the people courage," and then he turned on his heel and strode off.

A spear into the middle of a massacre more like, Zana thought bitterly but she didn't argue. Her salute was resolute and then she set off for the stables.
 
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Landon

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Landon was at his commander's side. A weary sigh to the dreadlord. To Talus.

"Ah fuk," the guardsman muttered. His black quiver was full. Longbow strung around one armored shoulder. "I really hoped we wouldn't see this lot again." This was worse than that one time. The time no one else in the guard dared speak of when they'd all nearly died. When Talus' babe of a girlfriend...no wife, had saved their sorry arses.

"If we survive this, you're buying the drinks after, mate."

His eyes scanned the tide of black even as the walls began to shudder and crumble down the line. He was looking for the godsdamned mages who were controlling these things. No doubt they'd be cloaked and protected in magic.

"Orders sir?"

Talus knew he'd ride into that black sea if he ordered him to.
 
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Talus

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Talus drew in a breath.

They had fought these things before. They had seen what these creatures could do, what they were capable of. They knew how to fight them and they knew what their weakness was. Fingers tightened as he looked around at the sea of black in front of him.

Talus didn't know how they had gotten so close, didn't know how they had drawn through the patrols and marched across the lands.

He was not aware that these dead did not come from somewhere else, did not know that they had been raised on the lands of Vel Anir itself. All he knew was there was a plague upon his city, a wave of death that represented more than he could ever have guessed. Goosebumps ran over his flesh as the echoes of death reached his ears.

Landon's voice was almost drowned out. "Spread the word."

As Talus spoke the walls beneath him shook. Strange black arcs crashed against the fortress of Vel Anir, clashing into the stone and shaking the very foundations. Teeth set for a few seconds, his tomach dorpping as he looked out and watched what was coming for them.

"Tell them to look for the cloaks. Magic of area only." Anything else would be useless.

Head shook as he gathered himself.

"TREBUCHET'S TARGET THOSE TOWERS!" It would be too late he knew. There was too many of them. Too many ladders, too many towers, but they had to try. "LET THEM COME TO US!"

Slowly he stepped over to Landon. "Get to the gate. Seal it. No one rides out. No one gets it. They do not breach it.'

The Major hissed.

"Understood." He didn't care if it the gate ever opened again. The dead would not walk into Vel Anir.

They would have to climb.
 
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Zana

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"CAVAAALLLLRRRRY, MOUNT!"

The command rang out across the courtyard and 300 Luana Dreadlord's mounted in one swift movement. The clatter of armour and the sighing of leather was a song Zana had heard numerous times before yet this time it filled her with dread. Zandor frisked sideways two paces before she brought the dun gelding under control. She could feel his anxiety beneath her thighs and see it by the way his nostrils flared. This many horses, this many people, combined with the noises outside the wall of inhumane creatures snarling and clawing at the wall caused even the sturdy war horses to roll their eyes until the whites glistened.

"Easy boy," she ran a hand along the horses neck whilst her eyes scanned the ranks. This was no measly summoning. The Archon had assembled 300 Dreadlords none of whom were lower than a level two and even then only those on the cusp of a Level One. Her lips pressed into a thin line. This was going to be bloody.

"PRE-PARE TO ADVANCE, CAVALRY WALK MARCH!"

With a lurch the regiment moved forward.

The people of Vel'Anir cheered as the Luana cavalry rode past with their banners flapping in the breeze. A few of them threw flowers under their hooves and others waved from the windows. The Dreadlords of course reacted to none of it. Their eyes were trained forward, their faces blank, and she could feel the tingle of magic in the air as they readied themselves for battle. It wasn't long before they rounded the corner to the large boulevad that led to the main gates. It seemed they were not the only House to send out their Cavalry; Virak, Prian, Sirl, Banick...

The leaders of each regiment were arguing with some poor Guard at the front.
 
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