Kerag laughed with Margrett, setting her down and bowing deeply, showing respect for the mutual respect shown to him. "Mighty kind of you Margrett, seeing how we work together Sheriff, I find Wistvale wanting and in need of extra help, you can count on Officer Kerag." Genuinely pleased about the fortuitous events of the evening, he'd found a new home and cause, not to mention a feisty blue rose who captivated his interest.
He popped his knuckles and said nothing more, following Margrett due south towards the bridge. They'd followed one lead to the next, like breadcrumbs leading to the prize. To commemorate his invitation into the Town Guard, he intended to close his first case with successful arrests.
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They reached the bridge quickly, going under uneventfully to find the grate. Margrett lifted it and set it aside, exposing the dark, dank set of stairs that went downward into the basement.
The smell alone didn't agree with him, and the situation could quickly turn into a dire one if they made any mistakes. Kerag withdrew his old battle-blade, gripping it in both hands, the sword poised for a strike should something come at them. He covered Margrett's back, following the dark stairs down, leading them into the basement. His heart raced, curious what kind of devious person actively pulled the strings, running a soul operation.
He was prepared to find out for himself. He restricted his movements and stayed close to Margrett.
After a short time they started to hear voices, whispered and dark. The tunnel had a curve in it, and they could see lights in the distance. She turned to Kerag.
There's not really a lot we can do here. We'll have to rush in and face anything they have. She smiled.
Kerag smiled back. "My specialty, but of course Margrett." The orc's muscles tensed and the battle-lust once again washed over his consciousness, memories of war colliding with the present, placing his mind back on the battlefield. He felt a primal cry build in his chest and he rushed forward, charging to face what awaited them, shouting a battle-cry as he swung his sword around him.
Margrett followed, shooting around the corner, yelling loudly. In the room were two robed figures, standing over a cauldron. They turned sharply at the intruders, casting quick spells, animating the skeletons around them. Wordlessly the bones clanked together, wielding rusted blades and shields, slowly heading for Margrett and Kerag. Margrett grinned.
You take the left and I'll take the right!
She darted to the right, smashing bodily into a skeleton, knocking it to bits.
Kerag grinned back at Margrett, "Bloody Necromancers" He growled, turning to the left one and swinging a heavy blow with his battle-blade, cutting through two skeletons, breaking them asunder as he continued to charge. He laughed and turned to observe Margrett's progress, getting closer to one of the dark robed necromancers.
Margrett continued her momentum, her hammer swinging around, smashing one skeleton into dust, spinning on her heel and knocking one apart with an upward strike.
Necromancers! My favorite! I get to keep killing them! She laughed and fought towards the necromancers, who were feverishly preparing a spell.
Kerag busted into laughter, joining Margrett in the frenzy of the fight. He smashed his fist through one skeleton, and cleaved another in two, its bones scattering across the floor, gaining closer ground on his targeted Necromancer, green eye blazing at him. They were an unstoppable force these Officers, and the skeletons did little besides slow them down.
A rusty blade swung at his ear and nearly lopped it off. Kerag grumbled and swung his entire body in an arc, swinging the blade three hundred and sixty degrees around him, using the momentum to carry himself further while knocking back the surrounding skeletons, destroying some.
He slowed down, dizzy from the maneuver. Then he kept advancing on the Necromancer on his left, hoping to catch them before they finished their incantation.
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He reached the necromancer, who turned and fired a bolt of lightning at Kerag, jolting him, his muscles not responding well.
Kerag! Margrett fought through the skeletons, but was held back by their sheer number. I would take a huge effort of will to move, and time would tell if Kerag had it in him...
The moment was his! He'd raised the blade, intending to knock the Necromancer senseless with the flat of the sword when a bolt of lightning coursed through his body, causing him to convulse as he tried to resist the effects of the spell.
So close! He growled obscenities and painfully attempted to move himself, sweat trickling down the sides of his face. He continued wincing, unable to stifle his painful shouts.
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He succeeded! Knocking the necromancer upside the head, knocking him unconscious. Margrett, freed of the skeletons, flew into the other one, knocking him against the wall. She stopped, rubbing her neck and stretching.
Oh yeah! Kerag grinned ear to ear, panting over the unconscious bodies of the necromancers. He outstretched his hand, "How about some rope? I'd prefer to keep these two on a leash." He remarked, turning to look around them.
"Who knows..." Kerag held up three fingers to Margrett. "Stormscrabble mentioned three contacts. Keep your wits about you." The orc went to fasten the restraints on their captives, and walked around, finally peering into the cauldron.
As he did so, a large, luminous shape rocketed out of the cauldron, knocking Kerag over. It snaked up to the ceiling, becoming a hideous, glowing spectral snake-like beast. It roared at them, snaking around the room, coming down to bite at Kerag.
Kerag fell back, mouth gaped open as his sword fell out of his grip and cluttered to the ground. The last thing he expected was a glowing giant snake creature to pop out like a sick childrens toy. He roared back at the snake, and tried catching it's jaws with his hands, using all of his strength to keep it's mouth open and its fangs out of his flesh If he succeeded.
"Indeed! A little help Margrett?!" He shouted.
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