"YOU FOOL!"
Apiks shouted at the soldier as the book dropped to the floor. "Do you plan on making this fort become another pit for the undead with bringing this here!?" CarefulRogue gave another jab to Risen as Apiks raised his hand again.
"Close out all the libraries to the public. Only citizens can enter. Until we find that damned book, no one takes it from our home."
Rogue lowered his fist before saluting "It will be done."
Apiks shook his head before looking at the beaten soldier. "Get out of my sight. You'll live, unlike the others. We need you for my glorious plan." Morul stepped forward after the soldier picked himself up. "Your Majesty, I don't think this glorious charge will be as glorious as you think it will be. I agree the politicians are a big problem to us, and they deserve retribution for the countless death they caused us, but this won't solve the problem of morale as your Highness thinks it will. People are succumbing to tantrums, depression and losing their mind."
Apiks waved his hand as he sat in his throne. "They will be happy once our foes are crushed. One way or another. And I will be leading the army personally. If the people truly hate me, then this is the break they will get." Morul looked down with a solemn look. "This is a bandage on a severed limb, my King. If this is what you think will work, then I will do as you say."
Time passed, and as Morul worked tireless with the other nobility to keep Necrothreat working in the absence of its ruler. But as days drew on, the true foe of Necrothreat set in, as one by one, the true battle began. Forumites began to succumb to depression, fury and mild insanity came over the fort.
It wasn't before long before the madness wave grew too much. It was then where Morul made an order that went against everything other overseers did: all bodies are forbidden to be obtained, letting the corpses to rot in the sun, exposed to wandering necromancers. As if to appease the pleas for aid, the mist generators began to work again, and the forumites began to spend time with the dancing troupe in the tavern. But it wasn't enough. Tantrums began rampant, and swift action had to be taken, as CarefulRogue was pulled from the line of duty to administer justice. But no one claimed the bodies, as they were left for all to see; a message for those who defied the King in his absence.
Morul wandered the now corpse ridden halls. Her mind began to flood; a feeling she hadn't had since she was named heir to Highmax's line. She dropped to her knees and collapsed as she dropped next to a body whose lifeless eyes stared her down. She vomited in horror as she recognized the body.
Morul began to weep before she felt her body collapse. Her eyes grew heavy as she lost consciousness from the horror. She awoke in that void that was all to familiar. She felt restrained as she did before, but she didn't fight it, she could only weep.
"I... I did everything I needed to do... Ur is slain... Why are you all here still?"
You don't understand, do you?The corrupted figure appeared before her as her weeping voice turned to scorn. "I thought you went to Hell where you belong..."
My conquest will never end. As long as a trace of undeath is in this world, I will always be hereMorul stopped weeping as she stared down the demon living inside her. She felt only fury now. Losing her friend from her childhood, watching the people of Necrothreat suffer, and this monster gloating before her. "You hold no sway over me, Slave of Armok!" The figure's laugh echoed into the void
You think you are so powerful? Show me your strength. You're a pompous noble. Know your placeMorul felt the bonds holding her give way. She let out a furious cry of anger as she charged the apparition, fists flailing from inexperience.
Nav looked on in horror as Morul screamed and began to burst with magic. Her cursed eye glowed blue and red violently as she began to flail around, seeming to fight an invisible enemy. "Morul, calm yourself!" Quill ran out of his office and gazed in horror. "This is NOT the person we want to have a tantrum! You, Nav! Get everyone away from her!"
Morul swung at the figure who dodged her every strike. "I am the heiress to the bloodline of Highmax, Guardian of Necrothreat and Slayer of Ur!" She lifted up her hand to cast her magic but nothing came out. Through the faceless figure, she felt his grin bear down on her like teeth
Highmax's spells were learned and mastered. You only were able to master and control it due to my own power. You're no Hero, you're a fattened noble who uses the leech stuck on her to show how powerful she is.
You didn't kill Ur. I DID. My power was what won you that victory. Morul roared in fury and kept swinging with her fists. "I'LL SHOW YOU! I will prove to you that I am the one that will clear our name from the deeds you have done!" The figure stepped aside and smiled.
Nav grabbed the crippled courage wolf out of Morul's way. "I don't know whats wrong!" Nav dodged out of the way as Morul struck at the ground trying to wound Nav, destroying two cages in the process. "Can't you do something!?" Quill shouted from his office down the hall. "I'm looking, but I can't find it! You'll just have to occupy her until she calms down!" Nav looked up at Highmax staring down at him. "Well, Bollocks..."
Morul struck over and over at the figure but she couldn't land a hit. She screamed in fury as she dropped to her knees. The figure knelt down at her side.
You're a fool. You couldn't hit someone standing in front of you and not even striking back. Let me share with you a fraction of my knowledge...Morul struck and felt the figure grasp her arm. She screamed as she saw images flash before her eyes; countless undead, a woman lying in a casket, a room covered in blood. She tried to recoil but couldn't. She screamed and felt whiplash as if she smacked a steel door. She opened her eyes to find herself in the depths of necrothreat with a mercenary gripping her wrist, just as the other Highmax did. She looked at her hands and saw blood coating her clothes. Morul dropped to the ground and began to fall into tears. Guilt flowed through her like needles.
Nav and Quill arrived before the mercenary could report it as a crime and laced his hand with coin. Nav looked at the frantically shaking Highmax on the ground before them. "I never thought I would have to be in the way of the onslaught of anyone, let alone a Highmax. I'm lucky she's untrained." Quill looked solemn. "You won't be so lucky next time. That carnage only got worse as she went on. She's young, but fighting is in her blood now. We can pin her crimes on one of the dead tantrum throwers." Nav knelt next to the young noblemite. "You caused a lot of trouble, but not as much as you think you did." Morul looked up at the grizzled forumite with tears rolling down her face. Nav continued after she looked blankly at him. "You wounded a few animals and tried to start a fight but you snapped back before it got out of hand. You didn't hurt any forumites, so-"
Morul began to weep uncontrollably; her youth still apparent on her. "Apiks' hand will kill me. Just like I had Apiks order him to kill all those infected..." Nav recoiled at this. "You... You ordered them dead?" Morul sniffled but shook even more now. "I... I want to see Necrothreat restored... I want to see us return to glory... But I won't live to see it... I never even got to see much outside of the land of Necrothreat and now I'm going to die..." Nav, stunned by this realization, could only watch her cry. He didn't know to feel anger or sympathy for the ambitious woman. He spoke in a low voice after a few moments "Quill told me we can pin the crimes on the dead tantrum throwers. With the chaos, you're lucky. The people won't like it, but its all we can do for now. Enough people are dying as is; we don't need another soul lost..." Morul buried her face in her hands, with the sick feeling that she only proved the wicked Highmax in her right
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