"Hey"
"What is it?"
Speaking in death tongue, two soldiers guarding the gates turn their heads toward one another, the first being a zombie that looked as though his face had been splashed with acid as bubbles of flesh were stuck in place across his entire visage.
The second was a skeleton with a big gash through his skull that went right across his left eye, having seemingly been struck right on the head by a cleaver or an axe.
"Do you think the lord will do it?"
"You can't just expect to understand what you are talking about, explain"
The zombie tried to roll his eyes, but failed as they had been lted into goop and had hardened again, looking like failed olettes stuck in his sockets, so instead, he opened his mouth and forced on his dead lungs to produce a sigh of so sort.
The skeleton was not impressed.
"I an that living girl, Jiji, do you think the lord will-" making a not so subtle gesture, the zombie went for a while as the skeleton just stared right at him as though trying to see the landscape through him.
"You can stop, I got it at the first second" shaking his head, he raised both shoulders.
"Of course he won't, she's a living, who would want to do it with a living? You can't even make an undeadling with them! Talk about ti wasted when you could have done sothing useful, like standing guard at a gate, like a good undead"
"Ooh! That's why I don't like that we are always put together- Unfunny, not a shred of humour to be found in those bones, and for your govern, the amount of folks who wouldn't mind doing it a living is much superior to what you are imagining"
"Really? I thought multiplications by zero always ant zero?"
"Do not flex your mathematics on - And I assure you that it is the case! The two of us don't really understand because we are naturally spawned and have been enrolled by Lord Alkayne early, but our seniors who once lived have, for so, kept a taste for the 'action' part of procreation, so as long as a living catches their fancy…"
"Bollocks! I don't believe a word of what you are saying, you better back up your argunts with proofs, all good undeads that I know much prefer so cute bones or beautiful rot to so life-filled hump of flesh"
"Alright, alright, since you are so hard-headed, let's say that when she turns into an undead- Do you think the lord will then?"
"You are much too concerned with Lord Alkayne bedly matters… But fine, for the sake of discussion- Let think about it… Do we consider that she looks the sa or take on another form after becoming undead?"
"Let's just say she looks about the sa, she can't get any more pale anyways…"
"Mmh…"
The skeleton thought deeply about it, the zombie looking in his direction like looking at a weirdo.
'What are you taking so long for? What in damnation could you be considering?' that's what happened when one tried too hard to imitate Sir Loimos, the skeleton was attempting to be as matter of factly as was possible, but without being a pure undead, it was a bit hard to not insert his own personal view.
"Sure, why not, if she was undead, she would be very cute, I don't really know Lord Alkayne's preferences though… An undead of his calibre ought to pay attention more to Lord Ir'Houwl or Lord Yuolrt"
"You have such a shallow view of everything…"
"Are you perhaps implying that they are not great in terms of looks?"
The two undeads stared at one another for a few seconds, wearing basic infantry armour and kettle helms, although the standard equipnt of such soldiers was far greater than what the position might entail to most, they were still elites picked ad trained specifically by a minor lord, so their equipnt was in no way lesser than that of most living knights, in fact, they both carried long spears whose tips were constantly flaming, their weapons having been imbued with flas of pyromancy.
The skeleton even had a heavy crossbow slung upon his back, the bolts also imbued with potent fire, although such flas were once considered a weakness of most undeads, the infernal had been tad by the empire and was now a weapon to be freely wielded, especially against the livings of a cold world.
The 'accursed' as they were now known, were rather susceptible to flas, their bodies seed to have beco imbued with powerful frost, physically strikes were surprisingly inefficient against them, their flesh and bones resisted all sorts of damage, but the mont fire was brought into the equation, their mighty defences crumbled.
Although Alkayne's elite could deal with them even without flas, it would be simply senseless to not make use of such a great advantage, the minor lord had not prepared his troops with such a wide variety of tricks for them not to use any.
All corpses of accursed that wandered too close to the fortress were taken inside and right now, a nice little pile had ford, all thanks to the two of them.
"-But I an, like-"
"No more of your questions and interrogations, you are doing nothing but exposing yourself as one plagued by lecherousness"
"Huh…"
Both undeads turned their attention to a living whose figure had just appeared through the blizzard, a fair bit different from what they were used to, as this one was much larger, and unlike the accursed they had dealt with, was clearly garbed in a lot of clothing, even seemingly carrying a large bag strapped to its chest.
"My friend, I wouldn't recomnd that we engage this one in close-quarters combat, it has a longer reach than our spears" ntioned the skeleton, the usage of death tongue seed to trouble the unknown creature, which both soldiers were assuming was just a more advanced accursed for now.
"Guys, we have so visit from a new guest" the zombie anwhile, called out to their fellows perched on the wall, who were probably already aiming at the creature through the arrow slits.
The skeleton took hold of his own crossbow, a flaming bolt already loaded, forged out of durable steel, the string itself was also made from steel, the sheer force with which this weapon could fire out a bolt was no joke.
Like so sort of agreent was reached amongst the undead, they all shot at once, bolts and arrows aid in different directions in an attempts to cut off any escape path for the creature, which quickly backed off into the blizzard, a mad howl, which sohow sounded much like frenetic sobbing, loudly escaped the storm of snow.
"I sense no death"
" neither"
The living had been struck, but had escaped nonetheless.
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