Assault on the Dark Spire part 2

         The Necromancer stood up as blood gushed from his wounds. The Ancient dark magic staff had expended all of its energy, but the evil staff had a mind of its own and was determined to retake as much energy as it could. The staff began to absorb the dark power of the Haunted forest, the cursed clearing, the undead minions and the Necromancer himself. Dark energy swirled around the Necromancer but he refused to give up the staff even though it was killing him. He held it tight against his body as the dark energy stripped the flesh and organs from his bones. The undead minions all collapsed to the ground and their souls were released into the air. The demons of the Haunted forest fled from this realm as they feared their energy would be drained from the mad Staff’s power.

            The Mayor could barely stand and had to watch the madness unfold as he struggled to his feet. When the energy and flashing light faded the Necromancer stood before the Mayor as a skeleton. The Skeleton was fused with the power of the staff. The Staff held his magic, his life force and his soul and the Necromancer held the Staff. It was even more important to him now than it had ever been.

            The mayor couldn’t fight and even if he could he didn’t know how to kill a skeleton wizard with so much power. The Mayor stood up defiantly. He didn’t think he could win, but he had to try. He had to fight, even with his last breath. “Foolish Mortal. I have been reborn. I am the most powerful undead wizard of all time. I have been reborn as a Lich and my power surpasses all. I have power over death itself!!” The Lich Shouted. At that moment Death appeared. The Grim reaper wore a black cloak and carried a scythe, he floated in front of the Lich and his cloak seemed to fade into the shadows. “As a mortal you tried to bend the laws of life and death to your will, you twisted the laws of reality to match your selfish desires. I cannot take mortals before their time so I had to sit and watch as you sinned against nature. But you are no longer mortal, you are an abomination that claims to have powers over me. Alright then Abomination, do your worst” Death said, its voice came from the air and not its skeletal mouth. Each word that Death spoke echoed and sent chills down The Mayor’s spine.

            The Lich wasted no time and held out his staff sending his strongest spell at the Grim Reaper “Lord of Death, you shall bow to me!” Shouted the Lich as the magic of the staff blasted the Grim Reaper and surrounded him. Death spun his scythe through the air and the magic spell dissipated. “Fool” Death said then in a blink was next to the Lich, then in another blink the Grim Reaper had slashed his Scythe through the Lich.

            The Lich was thrown back and damaged but was not destroyed. His life force was safe within the Staff. The Lich was quite possibly immortal, but he was not stronger than Death itself. The Grim Reaper summoned a dark portal below the Lich. Shadowy hands rose up from the portal and grabbed onto the Lich, dragging him down into the ground. The Lich screamed as the shadow hands pulled him into his dark prison deep down into the earth. The ground shook and the Lich slowly disappeared underground.

            “Thank so much” the Mayor said as his voice quaked with fear. He knew Death was a natural force and not a villain like the Lich, but it was still terrifying to be in its presence. Death nodded to the Mayor “You have also contributed to this victory young Mayor. You and John Baines” Said Death. “What will happen to the Necromancer? Or the Lich or whatever he calls himself” Asked the Mayor “He will be sealed underground for eternity. But I fear he will regain his power one day and return. He will return but will need to use all of his energy to do so. Only then will he be able to be destroyed once and for all. So I hope that there will be mortals as brave as you when that happens” Death explained.

            “I want to be there when he comes back. I will do anything to make sure the Necromancer doesn’t come back to destroy the world” The Mayor said. The Grim Reaper was surprised “it is within my power to do this but there is a price. You will be immortal, free from dying of old age, but you can still be killed by other means. Also you will only be immortal while standing on these Hallowed grounds. You may leave the forest to see your family, but as you reach the end of your life you must never leave the forest or you will die the second your foot touches the outside world” Death explained.

            The Mayor was overjoyed to have a chance to protect his people and the people of the world. “Thank you so much for this chance, I will not let it go to waste. I promise. But these grounds are not hallowed or holy, are they?” Asked the Mayor. “Yes, this was once the burial site of many heroes of the ages. This was the site for the heroes of not just the Autumn Forest but of many lands as well. The Necromancer corrupted that energy and turned it to dark energy. The land and forest will be forever scarred, the Haunted forest will be free from demons but the spirits and creatures of the night still lurk within. The land will remain blackened and twisted but the dark energy has been removed and sealed within the staff. This land is once again a holy land, the burial site of heroes and many dead who lost their lives to the Necromancer” Death Explained.

            “Speaking of Heroes” Death said. Then appeared next to John’s body. “Arise John Baines, you have not left his world yet” Death said. The mayor watched a ghost of John appear and step back into his body. John’s eyes opened and he slowly stood up. “John you have done well. I know you have heard what the Mayor has asked of me. I ask you now, do you wish to join him in guarding this land or will you move on to the afterlife?” Asked Death.

            “I wanted to be free for so long. Now I am free from the Necromancer’s curse and I feel as though a weight has been lifted. I would very much like to go to the afterlife, but I cannot rest as long as the threat of the Lich is still present” John said. “Very well John. I will make you immortal as long as you stay within this land. Magical weapons and spells can still kill you but you have nothing to fear from mortal weapons. Since you have already used up your lifespan you cannot ever leave this forest and if you do, you will die. When you and the Mayor die you will go to afterlife and welcomed as heroes” Death explained. John and the Mayor nodded to show they understood.

            “Before I leave, I will bestow one more gift” Said Death. The Grim Reaper floated over to the ground where the Lich was buried and stuck his finger into the ground, pulled it out then dropped a small seed into the earth and buried it. “This plant will sap the Lich’s power, delaying his return and making him more vulnerable. The plant will grow over the years and it will transform the dark magic of the Lich and the land into the holy energy this land once had. After a time the land might actually recover and become a place of beauty again. What the plant grows into is entirely up to you. It will take any form you wish. But protect it with your lives” Death said. Then before John or the Mayor could say anything, the Grim Reaper vanished.

            John walked over to the seed and looked down at it. “It can grow to anything? What should we grow it into?” Asked John. “I have always been fond of Halloween, the people in the Autumn forest never get into it as much as I do. Maybe we can grow it into a symbol of our victor, a symbol of a new holy land of the dead, a symbol for Halloween. What do you think, John?” The Mayor asked. “It sounds like you want to grow a Jack-o-lantern” John said with a sigh then smiled. His smile was determined but a little frightening “If we are going to live in this hallowed end of the world and grow a Jack-o-lantern as a symbol, then I guess you can call me Jack” Said Jack, his broad smile and wide eyes combined with the scars on his face really did make him look like a pumpkin that was carved on Halloween.

“Alright Jack, consider this your new life. And if we are going to start a new life and actually have to live here, we might as well make it more comfortable” the Mayor said. “What like build a house?” Asked Jack. “No, we build a town” Replied the Mayor.      

Assault on the Dark Spire part 1

            Permanent night blanketed Haunted forest, the trees were black like burnt wood, the branches were bare and instead of sap, they had green slime oozing from any opening. The haunted forest was very large and deep within the forest was a large clearing. The ground was full of rocks and gray dirt. Nothing grew in the Haunted forest and the clearing looked even more barren. The only thing in the clearing was the Necromancer, his evil minions and the Dark spire that stood at the center of it all. The feeling of dread would wash over all who looked upon the spire.

 John Bones and the Mayor of honeydew village finally reached the Necromancers spire within the Haunted forest. John stepped out from the black and twisted trees into a clearing of gray, dead soil and stepped into a gloomy green mist that lingered through the air.  The mayor followed John into the clearing and looked up at the evil spire that loomed over them.

            John was technically a minion of the Necromancer but the Mayor was an intruder to the land and soon alerted the other minions. As soon as the Mayor stepped foot into the clearing the ground began to shake. Undead minions crawled up from the ground, ghouls, skeletons and zombies clawed their way from the earth with their skeletal hands. Eerie howling could be heard in the air, distant and echoed. John unsheathed his sword and walked forward on the uneasy ground.  Undead that guard the spire shambled forward toward John and new undead continued to rise up from the earth. The Mayor held up his broad sword as he prepared to fight. His sword was made of silver and blessed by a priest. He had it forged so that he could slay the Necromancer.

            The Mayor was brave and determined but his resolve wavered in the face of so many enemies. John saw this “Do not waiver, victory is at hand!” John said then charged forward to meet the enemy. John ran as fast as he could, his feet slammed against the ground, if he had a heartbeat it would have been pounding out of his chest. Most of the undead were nothing more than skeletons and walking suits of armor, but some had partial human faces, newer undead still seemed like people. This made John think of himself, how he was no better than these shambling undead. He began to wonder how he retained so much of his independence when the others were mindless even when the Necromancer wasn’t present. John began to doubt himself and his mind became clouded.

            “John!” Shouted the Mayor. John looked up and realized he had reached the undead horde but was so distracted that he didn’t keep his guard up. An armored skeleton brought a sword down and slashed Johns arm. John escaped with only a cut on his arm thanks to the warning from the Mayor. John’s arm began to feel pain and green blood oozed from his wound. John realized that all of the undead must carry cursed blades. Which meant any undead carrying a blade of any kind could permanently kill John. John’s first thought was “That could be a way out” If he had a way to die then he would no longer be bound to his undead body and maybe he would find peace. This thought was quickly pushed out. If John died now he wouldn’t be able to take his revenge out on the Necromancer. Many would suffer at the hands of the dark wizard if he wasn’t stopped. John knew that he wouldn’t be able to face Captain Mohardy in the afterlife if John took the easy way out.

            The Mayor slashed undead as he ran forward to meet up with John. There were so many zombies, skeletons and undead knights that he couldn’t stand and fight each one without being overwhelmed. “We need to run to the spire” The Mayor called ahead.

            John was fighting two Skeleton knights, both with jagged broad swords and covered in armor. John found it difficult to dodge the attacks and find the weak points in his opponent’s armor. John ducked one sword slash then stabbed his sword upward as he stood back up. His sword stabbed into the helmet slots of the first undead knight. John pulled his sword out and the undead knight crumbled to the ground. The second knight swung it’s sword at John but just then the Mayor ran up and cut the skeletons head off. He slashed and perfectly hit the space between the Skeletons chest armor and the bottom of the helmet.

            John and the Mayor ran forward and reached the Spire gates. John touched the gate and the door opened. The tower reacted to dark magic and John used his curse to their advantage. John and the Mayor ran into the spire and closed the door behind them. The undead didn’t understand how to open the door and just stood next to the spire with vacant expressions.

            John and the Mayor ran up the stairs as fast as they could. The twisting staircase seemed to go on for miles. John did not tire but the Mayor was starting to fatigue. He was a muscular man and very fit but he had been running since they stepped foot in the clearing and now they had to run to the top of a giant spire. “Keep going, I will catch up” The Mayor said as he slowed. John continued to run forward. He knew he couldn’t face the Necromancer alone, but he couldn’t wait either. He was too determined to seek revenge and couldn’t bear waiting another moment.

            John reached the top of the spire and kicked open the door. The Necromancer turned with surprise but then smiled when he saw whom it was. “Ah my lovely Jack pumpkin head, pumpkin Jack. Jack-o-lantern Jack…well you get the idea. Your face is a disaster and that’s coming from a Necromancer who has seen all kinds of faces” The Necromancer said with a cocky smile. The Necromancer wore all black robes with a small symbol on his chest. The symbol was dark purple and looked like an eye with a cross through it. The Necromancer had long black hair and a trimmed goatee. He looked young for such a powerful wizard, late forties at most.

            The Necromancer lifted his hand up and stopped John just as he tried to pull his sword. “This is getting tiresome. I noticed you caused quite a disturbance on the ground. It was amusing but now it has become bothersome” Said the Necromancer. He closed his hand into a fist and John felt shooting pain through his body and crumpled to the ground. The Necromancer smiled but his victory was short lived as an axe came hurling through the air and hit the Necromancer in the chest. His eyes went wide and he stumbled backward. “W-who was that?” He muttered as blood dripped from his mouth. He pulled the axe from his chest and threw it to the ground. The Mayor stood in the doorway behind John. The Mayor was brandishing his silver sword and had a row of hand axes strapped to his belt. With the Necromancer distracted John was able to rise up and took his opportunity to strike.

            The Necromancer tried to stop John but was stabbed through the chest before he could react.  John pulled his sword out and glared at the Necromancer as he fell to the ground. “That was for the tradewind, its crew and anyone else you killed” John said.

            The Necromancer began to laugh and then stood back up. “I cannot be killed so easily” He said. Then held his hand out to summon the source of his powers, a magical staff of the undead. This ancient artifact boosted the Necromancers power from his average dark magic abilities to the skill of a one hundred year old wizard.

            The Necromancer shot a beam of dark energy from his staff. The beam cooked the air as it shot forward at the Mayor. John jumped in front of the blast and was struck in the chest. Green energy burst from John’s eyes and mouth then he went limp and hit the ground. The Mayor threw another axe then charged forward. The Necromancer blasted the axe mid air and then turned and shot at the Mayor again, but the Mayor was gone. “Where have you gone coward?” Shouted the evil wizard. The Mayor did not hid or run away but instead jumped straight into the air. The Mayor came down with his sword pointed at the Necromancer’s head. The Dark wizard held up his staff as a reflex to defend against the strike. The Mayor’s sword slashed and broke the ancient staff, releasing all of the magical energy at once. Dark energy exploded from the staff sending The Necromancer, the Mayor and John’s body to the ground below. The top of the spire was destroyed and it was a miracle that the Mayor even survived.

Clash of Reality part 3

            Torchlight flickered off of the green stone wall of the ancient catacombs.  The sound of battle echoed through the otherwise empty tunnels. Green flames exploded against a warriors golden shield. Upon impact with the shield the fire burst and split off, causing a splash effect. Ayla the Warrior jumped backward with her shield raised as she tried to avoid the scattering flames.

            A group of adventurers including Soul Shadow and Ayla were fighting the Ancient undead wizard known as the Lich. The Lich’s bone jaw rattled against its skull as The Lich moved around the room. The Lich could float and his movements were strange and unpredictable.

            Ayla charged in with her short sword and struck the Lich, then immediately had to block any incoming attacks with her shield. Green flames exploded against Ayla’s shield causing her to stumble backward. Every time the Lich threw his green fire the flames would explode on impact and send smaller flames in every direction. Even though they were in a stone room the green fire stayed burning for a few seconds before dying out. This meant that even if a single flame attack was dodged or blocked the heroes would still have to watch their step for any remaining fire still burning. The longer the battle dragged on the more dangerous the room became.

            Since Ayla was focused on fighting the ancient, powerful, undead wizard in front of her, Soul helped by watching her back. He used his ice sword to extinguish any flames around Ayla so she didn’t have to take her eyes off of the Lich. Whenever the area was clear of flames Soul would help attack. His speed was as amazing as ever and often was able to strike the Lich with his swords before the Lich even realized he was being attacked. Soul couldn’t stay in one spot and attack though because the Lich was even more dangerous up close.

            Red flames sizzled and burned the Lich ever time Soul attacked with his sword of Ember. The Lich swiped his skeleton hand at Soul ever time Soul got close. The Hands of the Lich glowed in a dark purple energy and every swipe of his hands left an energy trail similar to Soul’s swords.

            The rest of the group was helping too. As Ayla blocked the Lich and tried to keep him distracted other players would attack when they were able. There were five members all together. Ayla, Soul, Orx a fighter with a two handed axe, Simon an archer who specialized in using a magical gun instead of a bow and Fina the only spellcaster in the group. 

            Simon fired an freezing round at the Lich. The Lich was hit but didn’t seem to notice. Usually this would freeze the unit solid, instead it only slowed the Lich down. Fina was a charging a spell in the back of the room. When it was ready she let out a barrage of lighting bolts that struck the Lich in rapid succession. The Lich was jolted and stopped fighting for a second also bits of the Lich’s cloak ripped and had burns on it from the lighting. Ayla, Soul and Orx charged in when they saw an opening. Orx jumped in the air and slashed his battle-axe down on the Lich, the impact of the strike caused the ground to shake. Soul moved in and slashed with all of his strength. Soul unleashed a flurry of freezing and burning strikes. Ayla finished the attack with a precision strike into the Lich’s chest.

            The Lich took massive damage in the brief one second opening where he couldn’t move. This wasn’t enough to stop him though and he reached out his long arm and grabbed Orx with his large skeleton hand. The Lich lifted Orx into the air with ease. The other party members gasped and began attacking with everything they had. Orx screamed and the Lich began to laugh. A haunting laugh echoed through the stone halls. Dark energy swirled around Orx as the Lich was draining away his health. Soul jumped and tried to slash the Lich’s arm to free Orx but the Lich’s second arm came up and swatted Soul. Dark energy engulfed the hero as he flew across the room. Soul hit the wall with a sickening thud and crumpled to the ground. Ayla couldn’t stand it she charged with her shield and using all of her strength slammed into the Lich with her shield. The Lich, who was still floating, was knocked off balance and was sent into the wall on the other side of the room. The Lich dropped Orx and then hit the wall. Bones broke free and fell off of the Lich.

Fina repeated caste her healing spells on Soul and then Orx. Soul was able to stand but was weakened. Dark energy still clung to him and sapped his strength. Fina began charging a large spell. Soul and Ayla nodded to eachother and charge the Lich. Simon began firing every kind of special bullet he had. Explosive, fire, ice, acid and frag ammo were all fired as quickly as he could reload. The Lich was standing and no longer floating. His hands began to glow even brighter as he charged up a spell. Soul ran at the Lich head on. The Lich caste his spell and threw a giant green fireball at Soul. Soul threw his swords and jumped into the air at the last minute. The fireball barely missed Soul and it continued to fly forward, now at Ayla. Soul’s swords flew straight and both hit the Lich in the chest.

The green fireball was about to hit Ayla but Fina cast a reflective spell on Ayla’s shield. The Green fireball stuck Ayla’s shield and Ayla pushed back against it with all of her might. The Green fire was not blocked but reflected and sent back at the Lich.

The Lich was being shot with all sorts of elemental ammo and had two of the games most powerful swords sticking out of his chest. He was too weak to float or teleport and his own giant fireball was headed right at him. The green fire struck the Lich and he let out an unholy scream as he was burned to dust.

The battle was over and the fight was won. The heroes sighed with relief. They had beaten the legendary Lich. There were no words that could express how happy they were with their victory.

Orx: GG guys. GG.

Soul:…You just had to ruin it. yeah, good game to you  too Orx.

            Ayla laughed and Soul smiled. The rest of the party signed off and their characters were sent out of the dungeon. “So I think the hero of the day deserves a kiss, don’t you?” Said Ayla with a sly smile. “Y-yeah that would be great!” Soul said. “I was talking about me!” Ayla said and then started to laugh.

Soul: So Sarah…

Ayla: Ayla is fine.

Soul: I know we talked about meeting. Things have been going so well so I figured I could take a bus to your town.

Ayla: Wow, that would be great! This is kind of sudden. Did you just decide on this?

Soul: No, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Besides then I could give the hero of the day a kiss…

 

            Weeks passed from that day. The day Jacob and Sarah beat the Ancient Lich. It was a great accomplishment for them and meant even more because they did it together as team.

            In the small town of Lindberry at the local bus station a pale twenty two year old girl with red hair waits for the bus. She wore jeans and a t-shirt with a warrior crest on it from the game she plays. She was also wearing a red cloak made of thin material. It seemed a little out of place but She wore it with pride. The bus pulled up to the station and passengers all file out of the bus. The passengers all looked travel weary. They lug their bags and backpacks, each person matches up with someone waiting for their arrival. The redheaded girl looked around but didn’t see anyone for her. She watched happy reunions and smiles as strangers left the station.

            Then she saw him. The boy she was waiting for, Jacob. Jacob was twenty three, average looking with brown hair, jeans and a black t-shirt. He dragged a green suitcase behind him. He looked at the ground as he made his way past all of the strangers. Then he saw her, Sarah. She was more beautiful than in her pictures and she even found a red cloak that looked like the cloak from the game. His heart raced as he walked toward her. They were both smiling like idiots as they drew closer. Jacob went to call her name, “Sarah!” He thinks, but stops and instead says “Ayla!”

            Sarah’s smile widened even more, despite being almost physically impossible. She grabbed his arm and looked up at him “Soul, you made it” She said so only he could hear her. Jacob leaned down and kissed her. “My hero” Said Jacob.