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https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/581949583072115694/Training went on for three days. Most of Kanil's new human compatriots just sat around talking while watching him train.
They were excited to become new heroes and make a difference in the world and knew the legendary hero was their ticket to glory. Kanil swam laps up and down the river while Ingiz merely reclined at it's edge allowing the river to carry his cares away.
Kanil did enjoy the opportunity to get to know his comrades though. Ingiz hated arguments, but the three other humans enjoyed it just as much as Kanil as they debated philosophy and moral values. None of them ever pushed hard on any topic. They weren't trying to win any particular topics they just enjoyed verbally sparring.
When the three days had passed the tree next to the almost complete mead hall was covered in cuts from throwing axes and Kanil was about as clean as you could get in these lands from all of the swimming.
They set out in the morning with a straightforward route.
They would make their way to the first major village along the old trade roads and carve their way through the dead to Inkyrouts. Simple. The humans only had metal boots and gauntlets while the rest was leather. This meant that Kanil and Ingiz would likely have to take on the majority of enemies, but this was why they were taking the bloodiest path. Kanil wanted to see how strong these warriors were.
It went....acceptably. They were all relatively competent with their chosen weapons, two flails and a pike, but Tode one of the flail-warriors took quite a beating. A wraith had almost finished beating his skull in before they had killed it.
All that was left of the old trade roads was that it was a path entirely clear of trees otherwise one wouldn't recognize anything had ever been here at all. The zombies had no complaints about where they were marching or what on and so the need for the road was long gone.
They reached the border and were greeted by an old neglected statue of Kemus Wildmoral: goddess of birth, rebirth and revelry. She was holding up a mug of ale and seemed to be dancing although most of her facial expressions had been born away. Behind her was the birthplace of humanity: Inkyrouts.
Source: Guild Wars Prophecies
Life had been drained from the land with only dirt and dead plants left leaving a uniform brown and red color.
The new warriors all made signs on their chest to show deference to the goddess. Kanil only stared at the statue trying to discern it's features. "It's not good to ignore the gods before a battle, Lord" Esme piped in from behind him
"I'd think they'd be happy since we're saving their worshipers" he replied.
"Maybe, but they don't take to disrespect either and we could use their help" Tode added.
Beyond were empty fields, empty aside from the occasional pack of dogs running around. Kanil successfully approach one pack and discovered they were still friendly to humans and seemed excited to have made contact with people again.
They all enjoyed the moment of levity petting and playing with dogs to distract them from this apocalyptic setting and Kanil was able to get the dogs to follow them.
Source: Guild Wars Prophecies
When they finally reached the town they passed a tavern. It's sign read "The Mushrooms of Glowing".
"Could certainly use an ale" Ingiz remarked
"Doubt the dead drink anything, dwarf" said Tode
The tiring canvas of brown and red was now added to with the gray stone of buildings, but these seemed even worse as if they were monoliths sucking what little color remained of the area into it and destroying it forever.
The streets were covered in bodies and in very short order the dead began filing out as they sensed prey. They were led by a wraith. The beast had been responsible for the deaths of many who attempted to escape Inkyrouts.
The dogs set about their work immediately. Two pouncing on the wraith and two more charging into the mass of dead behind it.
Tode, Esme, and Pis were swinging at the wraith, but all their blows didn't seem to bother it. Ingiz sunk his axe into the creature's chest and lodged it there and the monster was unbothered as it continued to swing it's sword and fists at each of them.
Kanil swung for it's head and Cloudfought was caught in the flesh of it's neck: An incomplete cut.
Esme parried it's sword as Ingiz drew his axe out and cave the wraith's skull in with it. It fell without a sound.
Behind it both dogs that had charged ahead were torn to pieces already and they charged ahead. The band noted that these weren't humans. These were the corpses of Hoary Marmot people. It was sad that their first experience with this species involved rotting murderous variants of them.
They split up and Kanil jumped over the ledge to reach the ones attacking one of the last dogs. He quickly slew his targets although one of the bigger ones was able to keep pace and parry his strikes for a few blows. He heard fighting above him as his comrades continued, but he couldn't go up that way. He'd have to either run around or try to climb it and he decided on the climb.
As he threw himself over he saw a horrid sight. Ingiz had been separated from the rest. the axedwarf was fighting at the foot of the altar of the goddess of death and fate and he was surrounded by a horde. They were tearing and beating him. Kanil charged and was fighting as Ingiz passed out. He stood over the bleeding dwarf as he swung left, right, left, right fighting each zombie as they went after the dwarf.
Finally, as they all passed he looked at his unconscious friend.
It wasn't safe to wait here, but he couldn't carry the dwarf yet. "Looks bad" Pis said "We leave him? We're all pretty beat up now, well excepting for yourself, Lord"
Kanil looked around worriedly. If cold hunters showed up now they were indeed doomed. He turned to the pikeman after a moment "Stay here with Ingiz. You will not let him die while you still live".
Pamud, Kanil, Esme, Tode, and two dogs went exploring after. They found a miserable sight. Many of the homes in front of the keep were occupied. 2-3 cold hunters waited inside each one. The band stepped away from each before they could be seen.
One cold hunter was certainly possible to beat. they could corner it negating its invisibility and gang up on it, but three? They'd need an army and there wasn't enough people left alive for that. By the time an hour had passed they returned to check on Ingiz and Pis.
They were gone. All that was left was a pool of blood where Ingiz had fallen, surrounded by zombie corpses, and his axe.
If they had retreated back home that was one thing, but what if they had decided to seek shelter in a house or press further into the keep? The thought of them dying bothered him.
"What now? Think they went home?" Tode said with concern "Maybe we should retreat and come back. Zombies are dead so if we rest up we'll have the strength to take on more later"
"No...There's a chance they tried to hide in one of the houses or the keep. I won't risk abandoning them here especially if Ingiz doesn't have his axe to defend himself with." Kanil picked up the axe "We're moving on to the keep."
"'To glory and death' is what we told him, right Tode?" Esme sighed
"Better odds of surviving with him in the keep than on our own in the wilds"
Upon entering the keep they found a survivor who was failing to live up to the title. He was lying in front of the keep's gates and a wraith as kicking his skull in. Wraith's possessing rudimentary intelligence usually led to abject cruelty as the creature kicked over and over not choosing to get it over with. It didn't pay Kanil any mind as he walked up and beheaded it.
The man woke a few minutes later with the three humans and elephant standing over him. He panicked and cried for help and ran into the keep.
"Not good" Kanil grunted
"Have to agree with you on that one, boss" Esme said
Pamud pawed the ground in anticipation.
As they entered the keep they found themselves face to face with doom.
An elven cold hunter stood facing them and said "Identify yourself" Behind it stood two humans: The one they saved and some sort of noble judging by his dress. A goblin stood in the corner. Kanil recognized the emblem of the plagues of forking. The supposedly dead civilization living as bandits he had spared out in the west. What was it doing here? He had no time to ponder
As the elf spoke "Identify yourself" He swung his blade at it's head. four things happened within a breath.
It stabbed his shield arm with it's knife. Despite it being a knife the pure force of the blow on his armored fist caused Kanil to drop his shield. Immediately it vanished from sight, parrying his blade with it's knife and causing Kanil to swing wide. Then it stabbed the blade into his chest. The blade shattered against his breastplate completely, but he was still left winded by the blow.
The battle was brutal with only one advantage. The elf was only invisible to one person at a time, and this was Kanil. The rest could see it and Kanil was able to throw weapons at it from watching his friends, dogs and Pamud's attacks.
The elf was ridiculous though. It beat every member of the party relentlessly. It shoved a fist into a dog's head and destroyed it's brain and punched Pamud so hard it damaged his lungs. Not only that, but it had learned. It dodged every piece of metal, knife or axe Kanil threw at it now effortlessly. Kanil only was able to by time by barreling into it to knock it off his friends:
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It was hopeless. Kanil hated losing, but dying due to pride was stupid. He scrambled out of the fort. The surviving dog and Pamud chased after him. He crawled all the way to the walls and rested there under them waiting for anyone to possibly catch up.
An hour passed and no one came. He realized in his confusion and fear he dropped Cloudfought inside. He couldn't leave without it and not without confirming his friends deaths or finding them and rescuing them. He crawled to his feet.
Cacame Streamcry the Chaste Silver of Scintillating Cacame was the grandson of the queen of the elven forests.This afforded him no special privileges. In fact, all through Cacame's life he felt incredibly dissatisfied with his lot. They were all immortals and he would likely continue all eternity in the shadows of his grandmother.
He tried his best to stand out. He was married and had children, at quite a young age too. He wrote several books as well and studied under a famous dwarven scholar, but he couldn't fight the one thing he felt inside: He wasn't good enough and everyone else knew it too.
So when war came he was eager for his chance. Necromancers to the west coming from the autumnal swamps. No one knew why the old swamp titan didn't kill them, but it did not. The elves had lost most of their giant panda protectors to the war with the goblins and humans and so they needed real elves to fight.
He was cheered for his sacrifice and he was eager. If they were going to live forever then they would all live with Cacame: The killer of death!
Within the tower he found death itself. A dwarf, one of the first dwarven heroes in the legends before history, stood at the top of it's stairs. A cursed undead with powers long forgotten to us all. It butchered every elf including the hero Cacame and left them where they lie. Cacame died at the young age of 40. Not even qualifying as a true adult in elven years.
The survivors retreated and in desperation the elves dispatched the last of their giant panda defenders. The tower was destroyed at great cost, although none found the necromancer who founded it.
Cacame was left where he lie. While the curse of death was lifted on the land itself, allowing the dead elves to return to the earth, it never left the tower. There no insect or other creature dared tread. Rather than rot Cacame withered and dried. Forgotten.
Until he was found by a man. This being of endless dark powers brought Cacame back into the world: A cold hunter.
Cacame's confusion at being left in the tower and the darkness inside him led him to only one conclusion: His people abandoned him. They did not care about him and saw how insignificant he was. He gave into madness.
And there before the dark lord who would crush humanity he swore an oath to bathe the world in chaos.
He joined two other great heroes: Human and dwarf and they forged the Triad of the Dead united in their common goal of vengeance on the world.
It was these three who destroyed Inkyrouts and butchered its people. Cacame wiped out every hoary marmot man himself and raised them as rotted servants.
Cacame was given Inkyrouts by the master to hold it so that the last bit of life might be choked out of humanity's womb. Cilob the dwarf was sent west and Tis the human to the north. Separated they were weaker, but still some of the strongest on the Wondrous Plains. From these different angles they cornered in what was left of the living in the Entangled Plains ensuring the noose would slowly tighten.
Kanil walked back into the keep. The elf was gone. The three other living residents went from gossiping to a total silence as he walked back in. Cloudfought lay on the ground. Kanil was thankful the elf man didn't recognize it's value. He likely would've been unstoppable if he had it. Esme lay dead in the center of the room. She had been beaten to death. Kanil did not see Tode which meant he might be up above hiding. He picked it up and stalked at full sprint up the stairs of the keep.
He left terror behind him as all they saw was a mass of blood, iron and bruises sprint upstairs with murder in it's bloodshot eyes and the creatures were left whispering fearfully.
He saw the elf before the elf saw him. They were in a gallery of statues and the elf was running up and down the maze looking for something, likely Tode or Kanil himself.
Kanil ran after him looking for his shot. If Cacame saw Kanil or Kanil missed he would kill the last hero of humanity. If the elf slowed down he would give Kanil the opening to behead him.
So they sprinted. The elf far faster and tireless. Kanil bruised and cautious.
Neither could nor had any interest in exchanging names
Neither knew or cared about the historical or symbolic significance of fighting in this room recording the world's history
They were both fighting for their own vision of the world to come and one would end this day.
Cacame turned the corner into the northern room. Kanil waited between the two entrances to the statue room. The elf ran back in from the same entrance. Kanil swung his sword with both hands. A second longer and Cacame would've seen him. Would've dodged and would have killed him.
It was a second too late for the elf. His head flew from his shoulders and he fell to the ground.
When Kanil went down the stairs he saw Tode's body in a corner with his head caved in. He walked back to Esme with the elf's severed head in his hands.
The goblin and noble-dressed human looked at him, looked back to their third friend and kneeled shouting "Hail Abbot Rosmic Lord of the Pure Order and ruler of Inkyrouts!"
Kanil stood there contemplating killing them all.
OOC:WHERE DID YOU GO INGIZ! I wouldn't fear for the dwarf except he doesn't have his axe! Examining the axe's description shows that
Ingiz is NOT dead! Did he go back home or did he decide to go and sit inside a house? I didn't tell him to wait he just left.
Why is the goblin from the plagues of forking here? Theirs's less than 10 of them left in existence and he had ingratiated himself with the necromancers.
Cacame was ridiculous. It gave me the vibe of a samurai duel because I legitimately stood no chance against him if I couldn't land a lethal first blow.
Cacame really does have two other war buddies who are like him. All legendary killers who fought in many battles together all of them want to bathe this world in chaos.
Inkyrouts still has at least 10 cold hunters in it. What to do what to do.
I'm gonna be cleaning up the first post to let people direct themselves to posts easier I think. Also so you can specifically jump to any I make relating to world lore I find.