Hi guys, I'm back, after a long, long break. RP's started and nobody's mentioned Nocte yet. This gives me some freedom which I so enjoy.
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Nocte castle's gritty stone walls echoed with the sound of clashing metal. The king and his right hand, Kaleb stood in the main tower watching the losing battle.
" My men are ill-prepared, bandits have begun attacking more frequently and all that remain are iron swords and spears. Half my forces are forced to use weapons they have not trained with..." The king clasped his hands over his face, weeping.
Kaleb handed the king his handkerchief, " I wouldn't cry if I were you, your men look to you for support in times of crisis. Besides, our men are of a higher class than the bandits. Even iron can overcome silver if the wielder is fast and deadly, our men are."
" Thank you, Ka-"
" Besides, I can always get out of here while they're torturing you."
" Right..."
Kaleb stepped up to the window and leaped out with his dark blue robe flowing behind him.
He landed with a soft thud, the bandits hadn't heard him, and were not attacking him. The bandits were attacking from the south, their black rags barely visible under the light of the moon. A horrible stench invaded Kaleb's nostrils. What? They can't be rotting already? Unless, oh shit...
Kaleb immediately cast a Nosferatu on the nearest bandit, who collapsed without so much as a squeak. Kaleb rushed to the fallen soldier, the stench crushing his state of mind, damn near blinding him. He reached down to remove the bandit's armor closing his nose with his left hand.
Kaleb began to pull the mask away slowly, a gruesome squelching sound came from the body. The bandit's flesh had molded into the mask, the skin coming off with it. Kaleb tossed the mask to the side and stared at the corpse.
"Thought so," he muttered, chuckling under his breath "We've almost been overthrown by one necromancer and his cannon fodder." Kaleb stood and turned to the troops. "Everyone, retreat into the castle! All spearmen are to defend the entrances, with swordsmen to back them!"
Reluctantly, the remaining troops retreated into the castle as instructed.
"Besides, I don't want you guys to see this." Kaleb jumped back, casting nosferatu rapidly to clear some room. You think you can defeat us with your petty undead bandits? I'll admit you've got range and potential, but you're out of your league kid. "Mamoru Necro!"