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[Midnight Paragon]

Deep in the Plegian Wastes...

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The sun beat down heavily over the burning sands of the once large nation of Plegia, now little more than a tiny voice in the loud shouting match already taking place on the continent. But politics were of no concern to the group currently investigating the old ruins here: indeed, it couldn't be farther from their minds....

Goro stood at the entrance to a fearsome looking building, most likely a sort of temple, and sighed. This ruin was ancient: from The Shovels reports, almost as old as the reign of Exalt Chrom, and perhaps housing something even older. But even Goro could get annoyed, and they had been in this stupid waste three whole days looking for the artifact that The Shovel spoke of. Goro had not told the rest of the group, but this could perhaps be the biggest find of their lives....if they survived.

He entered the building and coughed at the amount of dust and sand in the air. The room was small and dark, with odd statutes lining the walls. At the opposite side was a large bronze door. This was the thing that had been causing them trouble: for the life of them, the damn thing just wouldn't open. It wasn't until Goro contacted The Shovel once again that they received a special package: high grade explosive material. Currently, two grunts of the Gilded Spades were setting them up, and Goro crossed his arms as he watched them. It was only a matter of time before they could finally see what all this heat, walking, and patience would lead up to....

 

[Blanche]

Stark walked in, clearing his throat. Stark lit an old lantern he had borrowed from the campsite, and began examining the room a bit more. He was here to serve more as an extra sword than a tomb raider, but the prospect of discovering something valuable excited him. Having never studied too much actual history back home, most of his knowledge was based on hero stories. He looked at the several statues against the walls. They've definitely been here for a long time, some pieces being eroded throughout the ages. He couldn't exactly make out who the statues were supposed to represent. That filled his mind with even more questions.

Who built this place? Why are there statues? Are the people related to whats behind this door? It also brought up a more important question that he hadn't bothered asking before. Stark turned towards Goro who was very attentively watching some men set up the explosion for the door.

"Hey Goro... It's probably not any of my business, but what exactly are we looking for here? They wouldn't be pushing us this hard just for some regular ol' artifact, and there's probably not just a pile of Bullions hanging out in a temple on their own. Why is this so important?" Stark didn't mind much, he was happy to just be involved, but the curiosity was getting to him.

 

[Bornlucky]

Cato jogged into the room excitedly with an old lantern already ablaze. Cato excitedly scanned every nook and cranny with such intensity that it risked imploding in on itself. Cato pulled out a tome and busily started scribbling in details and facts about the statues and scattered markings on the walls and anything that looks like symbols or writing. Although it had eroded massively from the centuries of inactivity and care but this place was in remarkable condition. In much better shape anything he has seen of ancient Plegia.

Cato wanted nothing more then to learn everything in this place in great detail, but sadly he nor the gilded spades have enough time to study this place in great detail they came here for a reason what he doesn't know but if the shovel was interested it must be worthwhile, especially for Cato's curiosity. Cato's ear picked up on the voice of the mercenary asking for the details, which Cato was curious about himself. He walked over to Stark and Goro and he tilted his head to the side curiously at the grunts strapping bombs to the giant door before he returned it to its usual stiffness as he decided to speak to Goro and stark

"Knowledge is everybody's business' Ser Stark. But it would be gratifying to know the details. So Goro, I feel edifying us on our prime directive would alleviate my anxiety about blowing the shit of a thousands of year old Plegia ruins that is in such marvelous condition." Cato spoke up with a clear directness to his voice. Cato tapped his lantern with his finger to show that he isn't expecting a wait for the answer.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Goro closed his eyes and inwardly sighed as that naive, almost child-like voice of Stark spoke up. The guy hadn't been here as long as some of the others, and he certainly had an arm supporting that sword of his, but his demeanor...irked Goro somewhat. It was like dealing with some of the curious noble kids back home who would constantly hound him as he walked by, asking question after question, and occasionally asking to hold his sword, which Goro was almost certain Stark had actually asked at one point.

However, before he could respond, the resident eccentric, paranoid archeologist Cato stepped in. Cato was a little more annoying than Stark, but that was mainly because everything you asked him to do came with five extra questions as to why and then a theory that it was actually a trap to steal his skin or something. Goro had learned to tune most of it out, but Cato was a smart man, and he did have his benefits coming along. He too voiced his concerns as to why they were though, and Goro said nothing for a minute before approaching one of the statues once again. With the lamplight from the two, it was easier to see just what it was that was carved there. He stared at it for a few moments before responding.

"We're looking for a vial. A vial....of fellblood." He told them, his voice ringing out through the small entry room. His eyes narrowed as he stared down the statue in front of him....a statue of a Deadlord. "I guess that explains all the statues of Risen, then. But why would the Plegians make something like this? Risen are just bedtime stories. Stories even my own father told around campfires and the like. So why....?" He asked himself, his hand going to his chin in thought, his eyes closed.

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[GearBlade654]

Max
"Eh."
The lumbering "healer" was walking nearby, evidently having walked in from nowhere. Max had a tendency to simply walk in on a conversation-and this time Max had started speaking while investigating the statues.
"I honestly don't know why, and I'm pretty sure that the Plegians only made the Risen as a threat and didn't actually create any. Don't worry about it."
A low chuckle was heard underneath the helmet.
"Or maybe the Risen are real and are preparing to ambush us, and I spoke too soon."
Max carefully investigated a statue of Risen.
"So... giant hordes of undead. Yeah, I think they were nothing but a fake threat."

 

[Blanche]

Stark thought to himself for a moment. He had heard stories about the undead army and the Fell Dragon. Stark never really found any reason to completely discredit the tales. All stories derive from something, so there very well may have been some sort of sorcery involving the dead. Maybe their discovery was somehow important towards that cause.

He understood the rarity and value of fell blood, but that rose more questions. Why was a temple built containing Fell Blood, and why did The Shovel know about it? Why does he even want it? The easy answer was how valuable it is, but Stark felt like there was more to it than that.

Stark shrugged the subject off. Whatever they needed it for was up to them in the end. He looked around at his peers. He's only been with the group for a short amount of time, but began adjusting to his companions. They were certainly a dynamic bunch. Max, the armored healer was one of those calm and collected individuals, which Stark appreciated. He was like an old dog that doesn't do much yet, is oddly comforting.

Stark really liked Cato. He spent a lot of time watching Cato's antics. He was certainly a smart guy, yet at the same time really zany. Stark often thought Cato probably found the most enjoyment out of this whole experience. He was born for stuff like this being an archaeologist and all. He was glad Cato was around.

Goro intrigued Stark a lot. Goro was certainly a leader, his attitude was very driven and no nonsense. While Stark appreciated that he wished the guy would lighten up a bit. It was as if he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Stark would attempt to try and break into Goro's more friendlier side, but often failed. Maybe one day he would.

Until then the focus should be on getting that door open and retrieving the vial.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Goro's head turned as another voice penetrated the darkness. This time around, it was the lumbering mass of armor who called himself Max. Goro and Max had rarely spoken, but the guy had already thrown himself in front of several people to deflect arrows, swords, axes...pretty much everything. He had to give him some credit for his bravery. "Don't jinx us, Max." He told him, moving away from the statue.

The grunts moved away from the door, having finally set up the explosives. They began feeding what seemed to be some sort of string to it and fed it outside, to which Goro followed them. They traveled a fair distance and stopped behind a fallen pillar, where one pulled out some flint. Goro nodded to the grunt who began to light the fuse, whilst Goro shouted "Fire in the hole!"

 

[GearBlade654]

Max
True to Goro's memory, Max didn't say a word, instead letting out an affirmative grunt.
He dashed behind a statue, making extra sure that if the explosives blew the statue over it would harmlessly miss him.
The metal healer gestured at Stark and Cato to do the same, and shot Goro a nod.

 

[Bill Nein]

Erik walked in, clambering around in a semi hungover state, not even phased by the detonation.
"Did I miss anything yet"
He leans on a pillar haphazardly.
He was new to the group and looked at the rest with a judge mental glare.
He still hasn't learned their names yet, but he watches Max with a close eye. Why a extremely heavily armored healer exist, he will never know...or care. He rests his hand on his sword, ever so casually. He doesn't like the looks of this place. Not a good place for his bow. He would be at a disadvantage. He has read up on this place though, afterall this is his homeland. Well, he has. He forgot this stuff.

 

[SymbioticWebslinger]

Gremm Verso​

After half a day's walk from the nearest Plegian bar the rogue noble, Gremm, stopped while lost in thought to admire some sort of beaten down shrine. We had these back home. He though to himself, bringing back tragic memories of the past. He shook his head as if to wipe it away from his mind. He trudged further to the right of the building left in the past.

"So... giant hordes of undead. Yeah, I think they were nothing but a fake threat."

He heard whispers. No, not the hallucinative voices he'd heard after a hangover. These were real human voices. He peered through one of the many cracks in the building to check for any sign of human life. He saw a few souls. A couple 'o' bright eyed mercs, a heavily armored general to be the looks of it, a middle-aged four-eyes, and a couple of grunts behind 'em. Couple of grave-robbers no doubt. I need a better view of this. Might be haulin' something worth a drink or two. Gremm looked at his own pouch of alcohol. Weighed almost nothing after the last night. I need a refill anyways.

Gremm climbed the handholds of the shrine to get an aerial view of the scene. He might see a couple more grunts. as he neared the top, he heard a loud "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" followed with rustling of armor and a loud crash that shook the building. He fell from the 1-story shrine to the hard rocks of the wastes. "DAMN!" he yelled, loud enough for the people inside to hear. He then shuffled about to avoid being seen by the group of warriors. No doubt they heard the shuffling too. He unsheathed what he assumed to be his sword with no thought as to it being anything else.

 

[theunderwolf]

In the high altitude, all Sybil could hear was the wind her ears and Cherche's wing-beats. The wyvern's breath and occasional happy growls were felt rather then heard, as the ripping air tore any sounds from their mouths down into the clouds just below them. They were supposed to be patrolling and they were, but honestly it was just empty desert and the pair were just having fun. If asked she would have said quite a commanding tone that they were looking for scouts above sky level. And the unnecessary flourishes were needed to stretch Cherches wings. In reality, Sybil's wide smile was the only excuse they needed and the wyvern was having a joyous time as well. Alas she saw, glancing at the sun to tell the time, it was time to check in and in one smooth loop the pair dove into a cloud, dousing them in the cooling wet that staved off the burning heat of the Plegian desert. Despite her mixed feelings about the country itself, the desert was a strange thing to her. She had lived in vibrant mountains all her life and such a wide flat plain was an odd if welcome change. Still, she did want to punch a noble or two to see if it felt as good as her father said it did. Kicking up dust as Cherche landed, Sybil unwillingly slid off and cuddled the wyvern's head for a moment, crooning and telling her what a good girl she was and how great the flight was. Cherche for her part reciprocated the gesture in affectionate nips and licks, even going so far as to curl her tail around Sybil's foot. Sybil smiled back and shrugged at the bright lil hatchling eyes, telling her sis that she didn't want to either. From inside the ruin she heard a muffled thump and sighed, she had missed the blast but all was well. Heading inside she turned the corner to see, a soldier? instantly her knife came out of its sheathe but her finer instincts took hold. No need to pick a fight if there wouldn't be one. Instead of lobbing her blade into the plegians eye she approached him openly, unsheathed knife in clear view. "Mind telling me what you're doing in the ruins sir?" She asked politely as she approached.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

The grunts scrapped the two pieces of flint together, and a spark shot off onto the fuse. With amazing speed, the flame traveled down the fuse and into the ruin, zigzagging with the path of the line. It reached the pile of explosives, and a small boom echoed out of it, along with quite a large amount of dust, sand, and debris flying into the air. Not even waiting for it to settle, Goro gave the two grunts a hand gesture and they walked back into the ruin.

It took a minute to be able to make out anything among the mess, but once everything had settled, Goro's eyes settled back on the bronze door. It looked like it had caved inward some, it's queer patterns now warped from the heat. Goro gave the grunts a nod toward the door, and the pair approached it. Together, they kicked both sides of the door, and it swung inward for them. However, instead of seeing some sort of interior.....it was merely a wall of purple smoke. Goro was instantly on guard, his hand gripping the guard of his katana as his eyes scanned the smoke. The two grunts stood at the entrance with confused looks on their faces: that is, until two oddly colored hands shot out of the smoke and pulled them in. It had been so quick, Goro had no time to react, and he could only stand there wide eyed and filled with worry as the screams of the grunts responded among the small temple walls, then abruptly fell silent.

Then, from the smoke, footsteps resonated. Out stepped a strong looking man with leather pants and shoes along with a steel helmet, a leather armguard covering his left arm. In his right hand, a large steel axe dragged across the ground. It was then that Goro noticed that his skin....was almost....gray. The man had been staring at the ground, but he slowly looked up as he shambled forward, as when Goro got a look at his face, all the color drained from his own. It was the mask of the Risen!

The Risen let out a sound similar to a retch, purple smoke oozing from its mouth like a miasma, and two more men, with gray skin and axes, appeared from the smoke. A screech, unlike any Goro had ever heard before and something he could only describe as unholy, pierced Goro's eardrums, and the first Risen charged him with alarming speed, bringing it's axe down upon Goro who had just enough time to unsheath his katana and block the blow. He and the Risen struggled to gain a vantage as the two pushed against each other, Goro's face one of extreme concentration. "By Naga's breath...they're real....! How can a dead man...have so much strength!?"

 

[GearBlade654]

Max
The man's response was to shoot a look at Sybil which clearly meant "Not now" and gestured towards the Risen.
"Oh great. They're real. Of course they're real. Why wouldn't they be?"
Max was merely annoyed at that the Risen were real. He unsheathed his knife and charged at the Risen attacking Goro, attempting a couple of stabs.
If anything, this new revelation had Max grumbling under his breath.
"Great. Had money that the Risen were only a story. That's some money lost..."

 

[Blanche]

Stark took cover as the explosion went off. He coughed and covered his face from the large amount of dust. He quickly rose to his feet, excited to finally go beyond the bronze door. Stark watched as the men kicked down the door, revealing the purple smoke, and the sickly looking man. Stark glanced at Goro who seemed to have realized something. As Goro and the man clashed blades, Stark realized it wasn't some regular warrior, it was a Risen.

Stark unsheathed his sword and followed Max assisting in taking down the Risen. It was a gross creature up close, with unsettling red eyes and eery noises. "Suddenly, I feel like bedtime stories have some more validity to them now." Stark spoke nervously. The Risen's existence sparked several more questions, but Stark decided to save them for another time. For now he turned back to the room billowing the purple smoke. He wondered if anymore were inside. He tightened the grip on his sword.

 

[SymbioticWebslinger]

Gremm Verso​

Having been found out by these two he decided to tell the truth. Hey, maybe he could get a drink or two out of her. What problems HAVE I gotten out of by lying anyways? He thought to himself. "Well, lass, y'see I was just taking a stroll from 'yonder pub over there," he said pointing behind her in the direction of the bar he was drinking in and took a pause. Gremm sheathed his sword, which was in reality a broken bottle from the previous night, and rubbed his head from the fall. "I uh, decided to walk here out in the middle of the desert to-"

Then, a large screech interrupted his explanation. He pulled out his broken bottle, mistaken for his sword once again, and gave Sybil a quick nod before running into the shrine. Gremm was met with the mercs hew saw through the hole in the wall an some sort of monsters. Gremm knew he'd have to fight these monsters for his life, but wasn't yet ready to off himself saving random strangers. He readied his stance and ran up with the soldiers up near the monsters. "You all owe me a drink after this one."

 

[theunderwolf]

Sybil raised an eyebrow at the use of "Lass" She was at least equal in age to the man, and based on his rather, grimy, attire much higher in status. She raised an eyebrow at the fanciful tale the man wove about a bar and how he had come from the bar but they were quickly interrupted by the sounds of yelling. The risen it seemed, were very real, and attacking the company. Not hesitating Sybil closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Come. Her eyes snapped open and her tome flew from her satchel to her hand as she rolled back on her heels for a brief moment, waiting for the familier pounding footsteps.
They came and she charged into the room, tome open as she chanted a quick cast, which shocked the nearest risen with a sharp snap of lightning. Of course, this attracted the attention of several others, but that was less her concern as one of their spears plunged for her and unexpectedly met a claw. Cherche wrapped around her like a protective cloak and the Wyvern soul flared to full life. Closer in power when closer together, Sybil felt her hands begin to crackle with streaks of lightning as Cherche shielded her sister with a wing. Looking to Goro, Sybil grinned at the rush despite herself. Normally she kept her steely demeanor even in combat, but she had been right about the risen, and was about to fight. It was going to be so much fun. "Sir," She said to Goro, "Your orders?"

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Goro had barely any time to process anything as the Risen was practically shoved off of him by Max, who was now violently stabbing the thing in the side. But the Risen didn't act like normal men: each stab brought no indication of any kind of pain to it. Goro was worried it would simply try to slice Max in half, but luckily Stark had beat him to the punch. With a quick swing to its head, the Risen seemingly evaporated and Goro raised an eyebrow at this. Well, that leaves out any way to truly study the things.

More Risen came from the smoke, and not just axe wielders: swordsmen, lancers, archers, even a few mages began to shamble across the small temple space. There was hardly any room for combat in here, and if more of them came out of the fog it would be a tight situation. However, just before Goro could give the order, someone he had never seen before stumbled inside. He reeked of alcohol and was holding what appeared to be a broken bottle of all things. He seemed to be a drunkard of some sort, and he spouted some line about them owing them a drink for this. "We're not owing you a thing, you drunk bastard! Get out of here before one these things stick you!" He practically yelled at the man before he took a few steps back.

Suddenly, lighting struck across his vision, and two of the axe wielding Risen fell. Goro knew that magic anywhere: Sybil, the groups scout and resident wyvern lover. It was first just Sybil, but then Cherche, her wyvern, appeared seemingly out of nowhere to join her. How she got into the temple is anyone's guess. Sybil turned to him and asked for orders, though she added a sir in there that he was certain he's told her time and time again not to do. Goro glanced back to the smoke, more Risen shambling out, and began to walk backward. "We can't face them here. Everyone head outside, now! And stick together!" He shouted, then turned and ran out of the temple. Once he was a fair distance away, he turned and held his katana at a ready stance.

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[Blanche]

Stark's mind raced, unable to full process what was going on around him. As allies flooded in for the assist Stark focused on the door, watching the Risen group emerge. There was a sense of panic in the air, but no one heavily expressed it. Goro had ordered everyone to retreat outside, Stark happily obliged, an open area would be much better.

As the group backed out into the field, the Risen followed. Out in the daylight you could easily see the features these monsters had. The stories always made them sound really intimidating, but seeing them up close was a whole different level of scary. Growing up and hearing the tales of heroes taking these things on. He would always imagine himself on the field clashing with the Risen, but now it's actually happening.

The Risen readied themselves in the open, Stark could feel the tension in the air. A smaller Risen carrying an axe began charging towards Stark. Stark lifted his sword to clash with the Risen's overhead swing. He felt the strength Goro talked about earlier. It was bizarre. Stark kicked the Risen back a bit. It swung it's axe, which Stark just barely dodged, leaving a gash on his arm. Stark parried the next swing and sliced it's chest. The Risen seemed unnaffected which startled Stark. With one more parry, and a stab through the chest the Risen poofed away.

Stark took the moment to quickly glance at his allies to see how they were doing against the Risen.

 

[SymbioticWebslinger]

Gremm Verso​

"Right. Uhm ah-sorry, pal," Gremm stuttered following the commands of this sturdy samurai-type man. With great efficiency he about faced to the entrance and threw his bottle at an oncoming "Risen" as what they've been calling them. Reaching the exit he pulled his actual steel sword and prepared for a heavy offensive. Just as he expected, one of the Risen gave a heavy attack with their ax met with a shove from Gremm. Oddly enough, the Risen had not even flinched and Gremm felt more moved by the push than the Risen seemed to have been. The tarnished drunk rolled back for a heavier attack onto the Risen. With a clear shot to it's chest, Gremm lunged forward to thrust his sword into the Risen's body. It vanished with only a trail of smoke-no, dust- to leave any indication of it being there

Wonder how that bottle throwing did. He monologued. Gremm looked past the shoulder of a younger swordsman-who by all means seemed to be a bit hurt-to reveal that he hit one! He ran to retrieve the bottle but was met with in fact another monster! Dammit how many of these things are there? Gremm reluctantly pulled out his steel sword to meet the Risen's own sword. After a quick 5 seconds of clashing, the Risen kicked Gremm to fall on his backside. utterly unable to fend for himself, he was pounded with the foot of the monster. Gremm left out a few grunts before grabbing the Risen's ankle and with all of his strength nudged him just enough for Gremm to crawl away. Winded and utterly humiliated, Gremm got back to his feet and tackled the Risen to get past. He grabbed his sword and bottle just before kicking the Risen as more of payback than actually trying to inflict any real damage.

These things are tough. Gremm thought keeping his stance about him. Gremm looked to the grave-robbers to check on 'em. The muscular man that just wouldn't give him a shot was still standing prepared for an attack and the man with the wound looked around as well as him. Gremm seemed to almost lock eyes with this kid and gave him a nod before returning to the entrance of the temple. It had just occurred to him now the structure of this building. Statues, ceramics, pottery. If found decades ago this place might have been a central hub for Plegians all around the area of Ylisse. Alas, he couldn't focus on the scenery for too long and readied a defensive to the left of the walkway into the shrine.

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[GearBlade654]

Max
Another affirmative grunt after the order to file out.
"No problem, I'll hold 'em off then make a run for it."
The armored man calmly took his helmet off, and spat right into the face of a Risen. No reaction.
"Immune to taunting... agh, this day just gave me more headaches."
Putting the helmet back on, Max wandered into the fray, stabbing and slashing Risen with his knife. He was doing a decent job of distraction but he was having trouble actually destroying the Risen.
"Alright-run! I'll follow once you people get out!"

 

[Bill Nein]

Frederik stood at a distance from max. Specifically at the edge of the Entrance to the temple. He is pulling a semi-Selfish move. After all, he doesn't want Mr. Bucket Head(Max) to take all the action.
"I'll help ya pal."
He draws his bow, ready to shoot. It might seem unwise to shoot a bow at this range. Frederik is a master of this type of combat. He let loose,volley after volley. Aiming for incapacitating shots like Kneecaps or elbows. Pretty much any joint or the hand to disarm them.
"Great. To think that a mere scary story is real. The dead should stay dead."
He looks displeased at the undead. Her remembers a few story about how they would eat him if he didn't do his chores.
His arrow supply is still vast. But it is dwindling. He starts to edge his way back. Shooting to disable and kill, he defends himself now that he is getting mobbed by the enemy archers. He dispatches as much as he can without receiving damage to his body. After all, he'd be nothing without his roguishly handsome good looks. He might have to give Mr. Bucket Head this fight.

 

[theunderwolf]

Sybil threw more bolts of lightning at the growing horde of risen to cover the foot soldiers retreat as she turned to Cherche and grabbed her neck. Staying low, and reading her sister's intentions, Cherche bucked her head and let Sybil hang on like the monkey she was as the wyvern thundered out of the temple and took off. Flipping over the wyvern Sybil found herslef back in the saddle and ready to fight. Swooping around she went into a slow loop over Goro, readying thunderbolts to fling at the first risen out of the temple. "Okay sweetie," She whispered to Cherche, "Wanna kill some mythical creatures?"

 

[Bill Nein]

Frederik is low on arrows. He is starting to panic.
"Curses."
He mutters this under his breath and attempts to reatreat only to be met by a hulking risen with a huge axe.
He draws his sword out and impales the creature. Only to realize that this was a useless attempt to do something and he know has lost his steel sword to this. He quick fires a bunch of arrows but to no avail. The Risen Teudges towed him easing him into the rest. Frederik draws his bow, waiting for the right time to strike. The Risen raises his axe and swings down on Frederik. Frederik found the right time and realeased the arrow to make a solid thud noise. The reason collapses...but leaves damage in his wake. Frederik sees a spray of blood.. He now has a axe imbedded in his shoulder. He doesn't have time to produces this. He seemingly screams and collapses in a convulsing pile of screams and blood

 

[GearBlade654]

Max
I hear someone yell.
Frederik. Why didn't he just run for it?
"Hang in there! Don't die on me!"
My cool head vanishing in an instant, I dash towards Frederik and punch the axe wielding Risen.
"Get out of here! I'll hold them off!"
Standing near the archer, I make as much noise as I can with my knife. Sure enough, the horde comes for me. I make extra sure they're only going for me.
Bring them on.

 

[Bill Nein]

Frederik only hears a ringing noise and a loud thumping, his vision is now tainted with a shade of red to everything. He attempts to hear the gist of what max said.
"Oghk ihh whhhil leehhv."
His speech patterns are mumbled. He looks like a broken man. He attempts to crawl away, only to be met by thousands of shooting pains from his wound. He is struggling to keep his eyesight open.
'So this is it, I meet my end by a stupid undead dude with an axe...heh some prince I was.' He feels himself slipping from the world.