“The town square seems as good a place for a fight as any,” Winston greeted the dark haired youth with a gruff nod, whilst scratching away at one of the kinks in his plate mail “It’ll be harder for them to sneak up on us in a big open space.”
“There’s nothing to stop them coming at us from all sides.” Alistair noted.
“Gotta keep this old brain sharp somehow.” Winston chuckled lightly.
“Anyone who is getting saved has been saved by now,” Beaudriyah said with a hint of iciness “Our priority has to be meeting up with the resistance at Fenris.”
She opened up her satchel, giving the group a brief view of the metal box which contained the Eye of Chaos.
“And getting
this to safety.”
“Eh, I never wanted to live forever, anyway.” Winston shrugged his huge shoulders.
“Look alive, folks!” Alistair gave an urgent nod, as a steady stream of undead began to spill into the town square.
No sooner had he spoken, than a stout man with a build to rival Winston came charging out into the courtyard, slamming into the corpse-men and beating a fair few of them back.
“There’s no time for this!” Beaudriyah called out “We’ve got to get out of here, now!”
Not waiting to see if the newcomers followed, the sorceress went bolting up a side passage, with her companions behind her.
They came rushing out into a small nook of the village, where the rot-ridden corpse of a child was clambering on top of a bearded soldier, who seemed to be drifting out of consciousness.
“Have at ye, ya shit!” Winston bellowed, forcing the sharp of his blade through the carcass creature’s mouth. The sword burst forth in an explosion of dark ichor, and the former undead went tumbling to the ground, landing softly on the cobbles.
“He’s out cold, but he’s still alive.” Alistair observed, kneeling down to get a closer look at the fallen soldier.
“If he can fight then he’s useful to us,” Beaudriyah said bluntly “Can you lift him, Winston?”
“Thought your northerners were supposed to be tough…” The old man grumbled, heaving the soldier’s limp body up onto his shoulder with a slight grunt of protest.
“Right,” Beaudriyah took a moment to compose herself “If we move quickly then we can make it out of here before-”
“I WILL BREAK YOUR BONES, LITTLE MORSELS!!!” The monster’s voice thundered over Brittlepond, as it came lumbering towards the party, with a herd of ghouls snapping at its heels. It towered above the rest of the undead, seemingly having been sewn together from the corpses of a dozen dead men.The creature waddled slowly towards them, the intestines which spilled out of its open stomach quivering and dripping putrid blood onto the ground, whilst its three arms thrashed about above its squat head.
“I’ve not come this far to die now!” Beaudriyah roared, channeling a burst of arcane flame between either hand.
Winston propped the fallen soldier down against the side of a house, raising his shield in preparation of the oncoming rabble.
“If we’re gonna die, let's at least make it worth something!
FOR STROMGARDE!”