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Sea Battle
The sound of booming cannons and whistling musket balls and screams of dying men filled the ears of Conrad. The deck of his ship cracked underneath him, shuddering from the raking cannon fire. He glanced up and he saw that terrible gryphon upon which Franz of Mark, the destroyer of his livelihood, rode. The smell of the burning mast hit his nostrils, and he decided it was time to abandon ship. Out of the corner of his eyes, Conrad saw a flashes of blue, and he threw up his hands casting a quick shield spell. Bue magic missiles burst on his shield. The Chaos was getting to him.
A chill ran up his spine at the thought of Chaos; he swiftly shifted his mind away from that, he may border on the Chaos already but there was no need to tempt Chaos with another willing mind. For a moment he cursed himself as his loss of focus on his situation at hand. The last of his sailors had shoved off their boats.
The bloody bastards had already lowered themselves into the water and didn’t even have the decency to wait for their Captain. Conrad cursed them, and as if the gods had heard his request, a fireball slammed straight into the canoe roasting all the sailors on it. He could hear the desperate screams of the sailors... his sailors, as they burned in the inferno, the canoe providing the kindling to finish roasting them. In a moment, his whole world turned upside down, and he was thrown into the air, his ship… former ship… blown into smithereens.
Before he could think, he slammed into the water, barely missing the drifting planks, the remnants of many a ship. Without a moment of hesitation, he cast on himself underwater breathe and began powering his way deeper into the ocean and towards the coast hoping to avoid the search for survivors. Normally, he would enjoy the swim through peaceful water, yet here, there were many fish and sharks gathering to feast on the dead corpses that now floated lazily in the water with not a care in the world. Not to mention, the debris from the massive naval battle. For a moment, Conrad considered joining them as fish food. How had he fallen so low? For a moment, he remembered his grandfather’s old stories and wondered if he should have heeded those warning and stuck to the peaceful land life. No, he had been destined for greatness even if it was now fading in the background sunk to the bottom of the ocean by Franz.
Escape to the Shore
Nonetheless, he pushed his muscles to the extreme to survive being unable to cast a body enhancement spell in the water.. The further away from the battle he got the more beautiful the ocean got, the deep blue ocean, the exotic fish dancing around him, flashes of green, red, and blue, decorating the pearl white sand. It threatened to draw him away from the chaos that existed around him. Conrad made a warding sign with his hand against the thought. Finally, he made it to the beach and stumbled onto the shore exhausted, he quickly dispelled the spell. However, as he stepped out the shore, he knew something was wrong based on his prior experience with this coast. No one, rather nothing was there. Without hesitating, he drew his water-enchanted pistols and readied himself just in case.
A harsh clacking sound came from the top of the inline between the jutting cliffs shattering the peaceful calm. Conrad levelled his pistol and prepared mentally for casting a spell. He didn’t have to wait long for out of the path going into the mainland, a horribly disfigured person… no, a zombie, began to descend on him. No make that five zombies, all of them in various states of decay, eyes hanging out of the sockets, broken jaws, and intestines spilling out of their core. He groaned and muttered. “Can’t a man ever catch a break?”
For a second, he looked away but then he stretched out his hand and said softly as he made a hand sign.“Fire, consume.”
His hand lit up with flame for a second before the ball of fire leaped from his hand and incinerate one of the zombie’s head ridding the world of one aberration, as it collapsed to the ground. His next move was to fire his pistols in rapid succession, blowing off the other two zombies heads. His gun now emptied, Conrad dropped them, drew his sword, and charged the approaching zombies. The snarling twisted faces disgusted him giving him pause for a moment, nonetheless, he dashed forward and levelled a slash at the closest one to him, severing the zombies head with ease, his sabre glowing blue upon contact the zombies neck. The last one made a swipe at him which he deftly dodged allowing it to impale itself on his blade. Still the undead life continued trying to attack him sinking deeper onto the sabre. Growling softly, he said. “Tell your master, I say good day to you, sir!” before slipping the sword back out and decapitating the zombie.
Well this was a nice change from killing the living, Conrad thought to himself as he cleaned off his sword in the sand as best, he could. Checking over the dead bodies, he knew that there wasn’t much to be found here, but he had to try to find something to explain why the undead where here on this coast; he spat out of the side of his mouth at the thought. Undead, he had fought them in the vampire wars and still had many scars to remember the unending hordes of death that surged at…. Shaking the memories off, he strode briskly up the path towards the village of Cleft which he remembered was located through this forest.
It was quiet in the forest, but rather than his mind slipping into the silence of the forest, the thoughts in his head grew louder and louder analysing ever thing that was going on until he had thought through every conceivable problem. Solutions were much more elusive. Something sinister seemed to be at play in this are that was for sure. The mysterious air of the woods lulled him into momentary complacency time and time again. His mind began to drift in and out of his awareness of his surroundings. However as soon as he reached the first clearing, his mind was shocked back into action despite the weary mystical nature that had slowed his mind.
Nothing.
No noise...
Death reigns for now...
Come on back next week for the continuation of the story. Be on the lookout! I'll be unleashing a follow up post on justice giving you a bit of insight into what influenced my previous post.
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