My orders to the troops had been to not kill anyone who was not a threat to them, but still try and contain the populace where possible. Most of the citizens just hid in their houses.
I expected the citizens to flee as soon as they could. Then again, my army was stationed on the only major road out of town and fleeing through the countryside is not sothing non-adventurers could do easily. The fear of the citizens was almost palpable. I had just finished giving a similar speech to that in Dead Water, though I left out the blood magic part.
I did not co here to kill you or turn you into living dead, I was ending my speech. I ca here because Olattee picked a fight with , so I responded. It wasnt the whole truth, but I didnt care. I just hoped to allay so of the citizens worries.
The bodies of the fallen soldiers were gathered outside of the city. We had not used very many spells that created undead during the fight, or the undead we had created were only temporary. Taking the ti to do it correctly would result in better troops.
I was passing through the town accompanied by the Dread Thirteen when a man stepped out in front of us. Abilech stepped forward reaching for her sword. Wait, Abilech. I said. It was at that point I realized I probably needed staff. The Dread Thirteen were great, but they bent towards violence first questions later. I nodded at Maxwell, glad he had co with us.
How may we help you, good sir? Maxwell asked as he stepped forward.
I he was terrified, that much was clear. I waved for the Dread Thirteen to move back, their imposing fras enough to unnerve even stalwart people. What do you want with us?
Truth be told, friend, Maxwells words were smooth and honeyed, a bard at work. What was said this morning is the truth. Continue living your lives. Heck, you will probably even be taxed less. Ezekiel is not here for your soul or anything so lodramatic.
But hes a Lich, the man said, shooting a fearful glance at . We know the stories about his kind.
Call him a reford Lich, Maxwell said. He actually serves the Order of Equinox if you know what that is. The blank look in the mans eyes made it clear he did not. If you wish to beco living dead, you are welco to, but the goal truly is not that. We are waging war against the church. If that was possible without involving civilians or Valdor in general, we would. But we both know the church basically runs the kingdom.
To my surprise, the mans deanor continued to change as Maxwell talked. The tension in his eyes and body lessened, and his words beca surer. I believe what you say is true, the man said, which just went to show the power of a bard. Although, if I had been in that mans position, I dont know if I wouldve believed Maxwell. We just want to continue living our lives. Olattee is the religion people follow, but its not what it used to be, I know of many who were already beginning to walk away.
They continued to chat for several minutes, Maxwell assuring him of my, if not benevolent, benign intentions towards them. When the man disappeared to spread word of the conversation, Maxwell returned. Okay, maybe we dont want to go for the domineering version of Ezekiel with these people. He eyed . The reford version might go over easier.
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What I need is propaganda, I said. You know, like dropping flyers on the cities we are going to conquer, saying Ezekiel is not the monster he seems.
We could send runners out to try and spread that ssage, Maxwell chuckled.
Maybe, I agreed.
The fallen bodies of the bone guard I had lost in the city were neatly laid out in the grassy field. A large area had already been stripped of grass and leveled. The dirt had been compacted down as much as possible. I began to work.
The rituals were fairly simple, and before long, I was pouring death magic into them. It used materials refined from the fallen soldiers and funneled into the fallen bone guard, repairing the damage done in restoring them to service. I hoped none of the more advanced would die, those would be far more complicated to replace. By the ti I was done, it was late afternoon. Id spent the morning ditating, it had been a long day.
I looked at the pile of bodies which now had a small flock of ravens on it. I had been planning on creating a bunch of zombies, potentially even sothing more advance than that as I had the ti, but looking at the raven made reconsider that. Raven, I said, knowing she was around soplace. A mont later, she was standing next to . Can you bring one of those ravens?
As if sensing my words, one raven, bigger than the rest looked at and cocked its head. That one is going to co over here on its own. Next ti just talk to them, theyre really smart and the harbingers of death, Raven said in a no-duh tone as she transford back into her lynx form and returned to stalking whatever shed been hunting.
I held out my arm not knowing what else to do and said, I would like to look closer at you, if you dont mind. The raven cocked its head at and cawed. When I tried to examine it, nothing ca up.
Suddenly the big raven jumped in the air and flapping its wings landed on my arm. I stared in surprise, not really having expected it to co over to . The raven was big, but its weight was nothing on my arm. It cawed again, as if in question. I looked into its eyes. They were intelligent, more than any other creature I had looked at.
The intelligence, or the feel of intelligence changed, its really hard to explain. That stare shifted from that of an animal to sothing else. I got the sense that sothing had possessed the creature and was looking at through its eyes. I felt the hint of a ntal connection and tried to recoil but it was too late.
I was suddenly in my mindscape. I didnt ditate to get there, I just was there. I stood in the center of my mindscape where I normally appeared. Damien ca rocketed over, followed by Ilore. Zeke, be very careful, Damien was just beginning to say when a figure stood before us, having appeared in a flock of ravens.
The figure was humanoid with pale skin and raven-like but androgynous features. Their hair was of black feathers, even the clothes they wore were all made out of feathers. Their eyes were the sa eyes I had just been staring into. Deity, Damien whispered.
Damien had not been quiet enough, for the figure stared at him. It said sothing to Damien in a language I did not know. The language was flowing with guttural throat sounds mixed in. Damien looked a little surprised and then responded in the sa language, his version had less squawks and screechesthose must just be the speech pattern of this deity.
I was about to ask who it was when the raven deity addressed . A Lich in my dominion. I have ignored you, for you were nothing. Now you are sothing. I will see if what the dark one says is true.
Damien snapped sothing in the other language that was commanding and authoritative, but the raven deity snarled back. I cant stop her, Damien said.
Before I could respond, the world froze, and a door I recognized appeared.
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