The Advancing Risen: Attack on Entombed [open]

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    The sky opened up. Slender streams of flame cut through the clouds. They were coming. Antoine bit the handle of his axe. They had been traveling for twelve days since the last impact. Antoine's scowl cracked a ravine through his face. Today was not the day he wanted to deal with this. He looked toward Jayce, the strongest of his pack.

    Jayce was an armored man of tall stature. On his head was the hallmark of a mage, a pointed and wide brimmed hat. But he was not a magician of nature, he was a magician of critical wounds. What Jayce could do with his axe was magic in and of itself. His hero's armor wrapped around his head, like a halo for his goatee. His hair curled out from under his hat in a small cow-lick. A mirthful smirk endowed his face with an air of cheekiness. It was he who was the honorary mage of the party, as they had none other than him.

    "Worry not, Antoine. Those Risen may talk big, but they fight like wee bunnies." Jayce patted his friend on his back with a few words of wisdom.

    The earth quaked as Risen were seeded one by one into the mud. Antoine growled in distaste. He removed his axe from his mouth and spat the grit out. Nathan rode up on his steed to give Antoine his condolences. The jar-headed cavalier grinned from behind his neck-guard. There was nothing Nathan liked more than a fight. The wide collared cape he wore symbolized his self pride. Nathan clamped his helmet on, as soon they would go to war with the hand of the apocalypse.

    "Cheer up Antoine, it just means we get to kill these bastards all over again! Haha!" Nathan roared.

    "It don't make me feel no better. We did this last week and it was taxing. This time we do this all over again but after the hike of the century. Does it look like I want to cheer up?" Antoine replied angrily.

    Hollis sneaked around in the back of the group. He was a shady man wearing all blue, with cerulean hair bushed up on his head. His tall roman nose gave his shaggy face a distinction. A twiney beard of short hairs sat on his pointed chin. His expressive brow communicated an attitude not unlike Antoine's. He was not prepared yet to go back into battle. Just then, a Revenant uprooted itself not ten feet behind Hollis.

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    "Ahh! Don't come any closer!" Hollis shouted, unsheathing his dagger.

    "Gods! Don't let them reach the walls!" Antoine howled.

    The cowardly Hollis backed himself up next to Antoine. Antoine rushed at the Revenant and gashed the beastie with his bronze axe. Hollis quivered behind Antoine. The Revenant was struck again by another axe. It was the steel of Tobin that felled the Risen. Tobin was a lithe fighter wearing a rope headband. He was more skilled than Antoine, though less powerful and intimidating. His beady eyes and button nose made him sort of cutesy for a fighter.

    "I won't say it again mates, they're headed for the Feroxi wall!" Antoine wailed drastically.

    Garth, Tobin's brother, was volleying arrows out at the Risen. Garth wore a topknot tied with a padded headband that flowed freely behind his head. H also wore a left-breast pad on his chest. His eyes were a blank shade of blue that made his expression hazy. He was an archer at heart and wouldn't ever use a weapon other than a bow. Garth pounded a Revenant in the back of the head with his arrows. He thought deeply about the situation.

    "I feel dreadful doing this. One day it could be us who are turned into lurching, stitched abominations!" Garth observed.

    "Shut up, Garth." Tobin jeered at his brother.

    Alongside Nathan rode another mounted member of the team. Chantal was not as good with the bow as Garth, but she was skilled at riding horses. With blonde twintails and a dark complexion, Chantal's appearance stood out in the group. Her zig-zag covered nomad shirt spoke volumes about her background as a traveller. She was very stylish for someone who grew up living in tents. She styled herself every morning in front of a small mirror. She rode up behind Nathan to take aim at the advancing Risen.

    "Quick Chantal! Stop them from getting to that wall!" Nathan shouted to her.

    "Ugh, do you know what that will do to my hair?" Chantal replied.

    Regardless of the state of her hair, Chantal rode quickly toward the Entombed before her. She stopped abruptly as she noticed the sheer size of the thing. The Entombed towered above the trees. Chantal's mouth went agape in the horror of discovering its size. Antoine clicked his tongue in frustration. It would be more than a chore to take that thing down before it reached the wall. Chantal's dainty chin and wide eyes trembled as she attempted to aim. Her arrows bounced uselessly off of the leathery skin of the Entombed.

    "Chantal, they have to have a weakness! Scout ahead and find his soft spots!" Antoine ordered.

    He was the de facto leader of this group. As such, he shouted the orders. Amanda was the last of the group. She was running ahead to fight the Entombed. She had the lead, however unwisely. Amanda had a sharp sword made of a light alloy. She meant to use this razor to pierce the rough hide of the Risen. The myrmidon looked a fright. The punk of the group, Amanda had a magenta Mohawk. Her will to fight was driven by her angst. Her face was actually pretty gorgeous. She had full lips and luminous eyes. The Mohawk was all that made her off-putting. The anger in her brow announced to the world her judgement. She slashed at the heels of the Entombed with her direly sharp sword.

    The Entombed staggered as the back of his foot was gashed. Antoine hitched a ride with Nathan to the base of the fell creature. They rode to the feet of the Entombed, where Nathan took a shot at the heels with his lance. Antoine jumped off the horse and ripped at the same heels with his axe. To protect itself, the Entombed sank deeper into the mud. The monster let out a heinous cackle. He turned around and swiped at Amanda. The massive hand clawed her into the ground, covering her in wounds and scrapes.

    "Oh for the love of funk." Antoine lamented. "We don't have a dedicated healer."

    As he said this, a cleric somewhere in the world sneezed. He ran to Amanda's aid and propped her on his shoulder. Her wounds were too horrible to go untreated. He thought up a plan.

    "Chantal!" Antoine cried out. She rode up to them and grabbed Amanda onto the back of her horse.

    Nathan trotted over to Antoine. He bowed over Antoine to see if he was okay. Seeing that Antoine was fine, he wondered if he could provide any aid.

    "Is there anything I can do for you, Antoine?" Nathan inquired.

    "Get me some rope from your pack and a hook." he responded.

    Antoine grabbed the hook and rope from Nathan's sack.

    "This will do nicely."

    He swung the hook like a sling and let it loose at the Entombed. The hook landed in the Risen's flesh and grappled in. Antoine swung onto the rope and began to climb it with both arms. He had placed his axe on his back with a specialized strap. As he climbed the flailing Entombed, it tried to fight back. Antoine had his arm on the rope as he planted his feet on the beast's torso. He let his axe swing murderously into the Entombed's neck. The massive creature trembled and fell to its knees. Dark blood poured out of the hole in his hood. The fountain confirmed a temporary success for Antoine's team.

    "Sir!" cried Nathan. "The Risen of this area are cleared, but the entire border of Regna Ferox is at risk."

    "And what would you have me do, Nathan." Antoine responded callously.

    "We should find more of the big ones and drop them before they tear through the wall." Nathan suggested.

    "Bollocks!" Protested Antoine "I am getting very tired of this. We camp here and move again at dawn. Someone will keep watch for more of those fire-storms."

    So they did. The crew set up camp and fire to rest for the night. Hollis prepared a small meal and they ate well that night.
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