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A sword felt unwieldy within his hands. Not just the fact that it felt both heavy and filled with dozens of little nettles that were stabbing him constantly, but that Lucian never got used to a sword. He had a few lessons with it, but it never fit into his hand like a Scythe. Perhaps the Knight could hold a Lance, but the fact of the matter was that he did not know his way around a sword.
A glance at his sickle told Lucian all he needed to know. A desperate gambit to disarm the fool had left his scythe’s blade in two pieces. Here he had killed the man but he was just about fully disarmed. All he had was the blade that sat within his hand that was now burning to the touch.
Whatever this weapon was it clearly was powerful and intelligent. It knew that Lucian knew, and so it was trying to break him so that no harm could come to it. Or, perhaps, it was simply annoyed at him for killing a worthy owner.
His feet moved fast through the chambers, seeing all the ruined Skeletons that Adok and the Rangers had to blow through to make their way towards the horrors. Lucian saw a group of them rising before him, so he simply tumbled through the skeletons to shatter a good grouping of them with the full weight of metal.
He was glad he did, for breaking out of that hallway allowed him to see the mania that was around. Lighting and darkness flowed everywhere as Lucian was first welcomed by a battle by two sorcerers in their Prime. Lucian could only describe it as a battle of the heavens as at one end of the hall an old man in dark robes threw chaotic magics towards the other end of the room where Tee-Nee-Tyny was.
Around the Lizard were the Ghost Dwarfs, Rangers, and Bok. Numbers of all but Bok had gone down as an onslaught of Grave Guard kept marching upon their location in an attempt to slaughter the mage who was giving their master so much trouble.
Between the magics being thrown and the advancement of warriors was a battle between one of the most immaculately armored warriors he had ever seen against Adok and Gillot. The two of them went at each side of the Dwarfen King as he fought both of them off with his axe.
Adok went in for a strike, the Dwarf however was not skilled in the art of melee nearly as much as the Dwarfen King and was sent flying backways by the flat side of the blade. This however gave the trained Knight, Gillot, a chance to stab the King in the back. A point where the armor gave a large enough gap for his strike.
Yet the blow stopped at the skin. The undead simply bashing away the Knight as his skeletal face turned towards the Bretonnian.
A Wight King, a name that Lucian did not know until this moment. One of the most powerful creations of undead that could be fashioned by the hands of a man whose knowledge of Necromancy’s depth could be compared to Nagash’s chosen.
Such a powerful undead that it was a nexus of Necromantic Magic. Until both it and the Master Necromancer are killed, there is no taming of this keep.
