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While at a distance one could not see it the temple’s steps gave way to a long plateau. A place where the servants of the Old Ones could erects pieces of worship as well as prepare for the next leg of their journey. Even those like Bok, who were clearly blessed by their gods, needed such places.
It was here that Bok first arrived, throwing and chewing through the last of the wolfish beasts that were assaulting them. Lucian was right behind him, throwing the last of the monsters down to give them just enough time to continue the assault.
Looking in front of him though Lucian only felt more anger.
There were roughly forty undead warriors, each of them erected in a formation that was five wide and four ranks deep. All were presenting to the Knight and his fellow a shield that was protecting their flesh from what was to be an incoming assault.
Upon seeing the two of them the group began their approach. Two formations of undead that were clearly meant to delay and tireout the assaulters from their battle. Their flesh dangling, Lucian could make out all the markings.
In some dreadful sense of damnation and unity was the undead both of Albion and Norsca. The Von Carstein having taken the dead of both sides under her control to make a force of undead that would kill Lucian and Bok. To allow her the great prize of ancient knowledge that was imbedded upon the very walls of Konquata.
Looking at it Lucian knew they could take them. As she was not nearby it was only a matter of how much damage the groups could take before disintegration. If it was going to take too long then perhaps the moment of triumph would be close at hand.
Such a reasoning Lucian thought had logic, for why else would she not be out here killing him in Morrslieb’s light? She was hoping for something. And she needed Lucian stopped.
>Fight them together!
>Go at them with Bok
>Ride Bok through them
