Garbage Pail Kid
Mad Without Power
The southern coast of Baldra-Kai was one of the last few regions on the island that wasn't besieged by undead and necrotic plague, but Vyradeign was a shrewd leader of a vast army of the undead, and Rigor Mortis was bent on claiming the entirety of the territory. Lacmos Village was one of the largest wheat farms in Baldra-Kai, and provided many of the populace this side of the island with food for their families. Rigor Mortis was a cult primarily made up of corpses and abominations of undeath save a select few so the value of denying food to their enemies far surpassed the need for it themselves. Vyradeign was all too happy to send forth a small army of nearly four hundred and fourty zombies, lead by an exceedingly cruel Hobgoblin known as Conflager Charrback. He could unleash flames freely like he were an elemental of fire; Arson a churlish passion as he sought to raze this entire village and it's desperate necessity for 'food'. If it delighted his mistress; he'd set the whole world on fire!
"Kill em all to yer content yabuncha freaks; as long as we get twenty five percent of them added to the corpse army. Mistress Deign won't mind if I set the rest of 'em on fire eh?" He called, cackling to his heart's content as the brave, foolish, and strong tried to stand up against them. Fire belching from his laughing maw and catching buildings around him ablaze. Two swordsman who tried to catch him off guard being caught in his sweep of searing flames, and screaming as they dropped to the ground in attempt to put out the flames.
"Better than eat alive I say! Hey answer a question if yer done screaming, do you start to like the smell of yerself cooking afterall awhile?" His question getting no response from the charred corpses, still lit by flame "Guess smell isn't a concern no more is it?"
The zombies had the hundred or so defenders completely surrounded. The strongest among them doing his best to try and keep the men around him standing. The Lizardfolk was a mercenary who had been just blowing through town, and was caught up in worst stroke of bad luck he had. He was strong, but this was just too much. Could a lizard be turned into a zombie? he didn't know and really didn't want to find out
"Bogmire, help they're-AHHH"
Bogmire turned his thickened neck to see the small stringbean of a cadet get overwhelmed by a dozen gnashing mouths. A ruinous sound of squelches and tearing causing Bogmire to practically have a panic attack.
"Ahm sorreh! ah haven't fought a zombeh before! What if it bites meh?" He hollered, swinging a fist into a zombie's head and causing it to erupt into a fountain of vile juices. "The damn death freaks are attackin this far in? they haven't done that befer, this ain't good! We gotta protect thissun town otherwise folks will starve ta death out thare" He shouted, hoping there were still defenders out there alive, in a sea of the undead.
"Kill em all to yer content yabuncha freaks; as long as we get twenty five percent of them added to the corpse army. Mistress Deign won't mind if I set the rest of 'em on fire eh?" He called, cackling to his heart's content as the brave, foolish, and strong tried to stand up against them. Fire belching from his laughing maw and catching buildings around him ablaze. Two swordsman who tried to catch him off guard being caught in his sweep of searing flames, and screaming as they dropped to the ground in attempt to put out the flames.
"Better than eat alive I say! Hey answer a question if yer done screaming, do you start to like the smell of yerself cooking afterall awhile?" His question getting no response from the charred corpses, still lit by flame "Guess smell isn't a concern no more is it?"
The zombies had the hundred or so defenders completely surrounded. The strongest among them doing his best to try and keep the men around him standing. The Lizardfolk was a mercenary who had been just blowing through town, and was caught up in worst stroke of bad luck he had. He was strong, but this was just too much. Could a lizard be turned into a zombie? he didn't know and really didn't want to find out
"Bogmire, help they're-AHHH"
Bogmire turned his thickened neck to see the small stringbean of a cadet get overwhelmed by a dozen gnashing mouths. A ruinous sound of squelches and tearing causing Bogmire to practically have a panic attack.
"Ahm sorreh! ah haven't fought a zombeh before! What if it bites meh?" He hollered, swinging a fist into a zombie's head and causing it to erupt into a fountain of vile juices. "The damn death freaks are attackin this far in? they haven't done that befer, this ain't good! We gotta protect thissun town otherwise folks will starve ta death out thare" He shouted, hoping there were still defenders out there alive, in a sea of the undead.