Death Heals (cont.)

[Lukas]

"Вы одним атаковало мать того маленького мальчика?"

The voice, low and savage in its intensity, ripped through the streets like a pack of wild dogs, washing over the cobbled streets like a tide of anger. At the end of a wide avenue, particularly one that was beginning to become choked with zombies, Lukas appeared like the Angel of Vengeance. Decked out in polished silver armor buckled over clothing of the purest white, staff held calmly in one hand, he seemed to be the stone against which Decimas' ocean of death was doomed to break upon.

"I asked, Are you the one that is killing all these innocent people?" Lukas snarled again, this time in English. Though the expression on his face, as he advanced on the zombie horde, was decidedly neutral... his eyes promised a deep, dark vengeance. "For your sake, I hope you are... I would hate to have gone through all this trouble, only to kill a baker." Lukas snorted derisively, his magically-enhanced voice still echoing through the streets.

Lifting his free left hand before him, Lukas made a cutting motion across his throat, fingertips trailing blue streaks of light, and his voice went back to normal. "Будет временем, котор вы положены" He said softly, hand dropping back to his side. However, he did not raise his staff, even as the zombies grew closer and closer. However, when they came within an arm's length of contact, Lukas raised his staff and made a mystical pass with it, the embedded runes glowing with a soft blue light. "Я выпускаю вас" He intoned simply, and the light exploded from the staff like a firework, bathing all of the surrounding zombies in its glow... before disentigrating them into ash.

"I am coming for you, Necromancer." Lukas muttered, never breaking stride as he stepped over the heaps of ash and into another alley.

[Decimas]

A dark and increasingly bellowing laugh came from the shadows in the alleys, sounding as though from every deirection all at once, reverberating off all the alley walls. The laugh seemed quiet at fist, as it really was, but gradually became louder and louder, seeming larger and larger if size could be put to the figure of a voice. “Innocent!?” Decimas literally laughed the word as he questioned the man who came marching high and mighty against the necromancer. The laughter continued then, started quietly at first once more but increasing more rapidly than before, still with no face or figure to be put to the source.

Decimas was actually a level up in the alleys, moving sneakily about the platforms and window sills, along the emergency escapes and the ledges. Besides his dark and menacing laughter at the vigilantes hatefull remarks, Decimas really made very little noise at all as he moved rather swiftly about in the darkness, covering himself in a dark shadow that wouldn’t naturally be so concealing if it werent for that same unnatural dark force that he used in covering his face under his dark hood. the shadow he moved in, though being unnaturally dark and concealing, perfectly melded into the suirrounding shadows, making a perfect transition from his little bit of dark sorcery into the natural darkness of the alley nights, leaving no cause for suspicion as his voice continued to bounce constantly off all the walls, showing no signs of where he actually was.

Many of the walking dead from the city streets started to flow mindlessly into the back alleys as though solely and entirely targeting the solo vigilante hero of the Karadorian ‘innocents’. The zombies flooded in from several alley entrances, as they had by then expanded in their territory in the area, and now came in towards the armored man from all directions. The necromancers army of dead had expanded in the time it had been left to assault the local neighborhood, with the dead rising from the ground shortly after having fallen, there were now a few hundred of them as they continued to multiply, mostly only facing the cowardly citizens in their homes at night. Only a few of the zombies had encountered the city guard or the armys patrols. Not all too much time had passed. Those guards and soldiers who had been confronted though, obviously had put up more of a fight, but were still hoplessly overcome by the armies of undead. Some losses were suffered though, by the necromancers dead army at the hands of the Karador defenders, more than was remade with the deaths of those soldiers. The only saving grace to the undead masses numbers was that all those others in their homes never put up too much fuss.

“Those people all came out to stand against me.” Decimas said, laughing inbetween phrases as he moved about the alley ledges and shelves just as swiftly as before, still not allowing any true sign to where he really was. “they all were aiming to take my dream from me, to stop me from winning my prize. Not that I can blame them, as I aim to steal their dreams from them, but no one’s innocent, vengeful knight, not you, not me.” He continued to move about the alleys, one level up from the knight in shining armor below him on the alley grounds, only occasionally moving up to a floor above by a fire escape or window sill, or as low as the top of a dumpster on the alley floors. Time to time, a swiftly passing shadow of a man could be spotted for a fraction of a second, passing along the far walls of buildings in the distance, or along the cement grounds of the alley floors, but still showed no sorce of the voice or of the shadows that crept so swiftly and tauntingly about the back alleys.

[Otho Sarus]

"CEASE AND DECIST THIS INSTANT!" The shouted command was as a thunderclap, crackling with energy and echoing about the dead filled streets, repeating the order again and again.

In that moment the very air tensed and rippled as a figure appeared out of nothing, a figure that had not been there moments before. The dark silhouette hung motionless in the air several metres above the ground, surrounded by a crackling orb of violet light. Sparks of energy snaked across the surface of the sphere, filling the air with the sound of lightning and bathing the streets in a shifting, purple glow.

The figure inside wore long flowing robes of the same colour that hung below his ankles, and his violet eyes burned bright with that same raw energy. All traces of age seemed erased from the old sorceror, even his close trimmed grey beard seemed only a mark of distinction as he hung there, gazing down at the massed crowds of the undead as they shambled forwards, oblivious in their mindless thirst for life.

The sorceror clutched a tall staff in both hands, which he turned to point down towards the shambling crowd of rotting carcasses. Another thunderclap echoed about the streets as forks of violet energy shot through the crowd of undead, incinerating them in an instant and leaving only smouldering ash in their wake.

"Do not think I am blind to magic use, nor your presence here Necromancer!" Otho called, "Flee while you can, or show me your real power! I tire of you rotten servants, can you do no better? Try me, and leave these people to their lives!" Otho called into the unnatural darkness that shrouded the rooftops of the densely packed houses, his brows knotted in anger and frustration. He had an opportunity to deal with this necromancer, and he did not sense Kaldryn within the city, but then Kaldryn always was a deceitful snake.

Otho glanced at the knight below, "I don't believe we've met sir knight, but allow me. My name is Otho Sarus. Shall we deal with this little problem?" He grinned wickedly, before turning back to the unnatural shadows, searching for the Necromancer himself.

[Lukas]

As thunder boomed and violet lightning splashed through the ranks of zombies, many of the villagers milling in their doorways gave a shout to their floating savior, taking courage from his strength.

Lukas, however, looked up at the floating man and grimaced. "Out of the way, old man, and let the real men do their work." He said plainly, and strode forward. Behind him, soldiers poured from side streets and alleyways like dust pulled in the wake of a caravan's passing, ready to do battle.

Lukas lead the stream of men down the main road, occasionally flicking one hand to either side, dispatching contingents of soldiers to deal with more of the zombie threat. All the while, his voice kept up a steady repertoire with the shadows that concealed the Necromancer.

"I am no innocent, I can readily admit that. Blood runs over my hands like sweat... I am no angel. But neither are you. Taking the lives of those whose sole ambition is to provide a good life for their children... like my mother did." His free hand clenched and unclenched, as if imagining the Necromancer's neck within its grasp.

"I vow to destroy you."

[Decimas]

“Oh did I kill your mommy?” Decimas yelled out from the total darkness of the higher alley levels in a sarcastically sorry tone as he continued to leap about without sound or sight of him showing to any below. With his shadow periodically flashing about the distant walls of the alleys down the way, the necromancer kept on the move, not allowing any to ever catch his exact whereabouts any more precisely that he was in the massive dark shadows above the back alleys, somewhere on the second, third, or fourth floors of the building ledges and windowsills, maybe even the rooftops. Time to time, Decimas would leap down as low as to bounce off a garbage retainer, allowing the clanging sound to echo throughout the streets as something of a cocky tease, but always dissapeared again into the greater darkness of the shadows above.

“What point would there be for me to lay down my armies of men when there are armies of soldiers here as well?” The necromancer yelled out again from the unnaturally dark alley heights. Just as he made that last comment, more and more undead began to filter in from every direction. The moaning grunts of the necromancers sadistic afterlife army had been doing a fine job of chewing at helpless citizens of Karador, turning them into more and more troops for the self rightious workings of the necromancer. As dead men and women continued to flow into the alleys right along with the soldiers led by the foreign knight in shining armor, the two sides began to clash violently, the skill and tyraining of the soldiers weighing heavily over the mindless groaning grunts, but the sheer endlessness of the zombies also held effect.

As those soldiers killed off many of the marching hordes of zombies, soldiers fell and died of the scratches and bites of the undead, rising again after each one fell. These recruits of the necromancers army rose though with the armor of the fallen soldiers, giving them more resillience than the randomely murdered citizens.

“Consurgo matrimonium de orbis terrarum ex subter supter congelo vicus.” Came the voice again from above, along with a light but sinister chuckle. “You’ll never know my true strength old man.” Decimas yelled from directly above Otho as he lept from one ledge to the other. The necromancer seemed to be getting something of a workout on his little outing that night; good thing he kept himself active. Also a good thing he had the extra advantage that none could see him rest a few seconds at a time in the shadowed corners high above the alley floor. “Never show your hand, they always say.” Decimas added with another dark chuckle form the sky. “That’s not only a poker term.” He was perhaps being overly confident and arrogant, teasing his aggressors, but he coulnt help but get a few words in.

“Use what you can.” He added, his voice coming from different places every time, and echoing off the alley walls, making it impossible to pinpoint his location at any given time. “And what I have is my secrecy.” Decimas continued. “None shall know who I am, or what it is I look like. Theres no need for me to leap down there and face you all face to face, just so you can all take away my every advantage just to gain every one of yours. I.m no fool, knave, and I will get what I want.”

The whole while that Decimas was yelling out his replies to the two men, the streets below started to randomely crack and sprout bones from beneath the earth. All the burried bones of dead creatures before the streets were paved rose up and spiked through the cobbled alleys between the buildings as some bones even rose up past the surface and shot forcefully through the air, maiming and killing random soldiers as they got in the way of the projectile bones from under the streets.

“Anyones dream comes at the expense of others.” Decimas yelled down again, still creeping about in the secrecy of his shadows, never giving in to the old sorcerors demand for him to show himself or to stop with the undead forces. “But not all have courage enough to seize the day and take whats theirs.” He paused a few moments before speaking again, but his voice came from yet another direction again, just like every other time he spoke. “I dream a dream, villain.” He said, calling them the bad guys. “And who are you to take it from me?”

[Lukas]

OOC: Now, being as I have been... absent for several months, is this still a valid thread, or has it moved on to other parts?