“The damn hostage escaped, yes I know. He’ll die later then.” Neronin muttered as Noth reappeared. The mage was feeling the edges of overstepping as he stumbled over to the wagon and climbed in. He turned and made a lazy gesture with his arm. The dead soldiers lurched to their feet and shambled off the road into the cover of tree and bush. The huge, dead form of Bradok stood as well, shambling over and clambering up next to him in the wagon. Neronin caught Mongrel’s eye and grinned. “I’m keeping this one for later, I’ve got a special purpose in mind for him.”
The necromancer leaned back and sighed, happy to finally be relaxing as the wagons lurched into motion. He decided to let the dead wagon guards stay behind with the dead soldiers, to ambush anyone else who came after them. He let his mind control the undead husks of guard and soldier but abandoned his control of Bradok. The large corpse slumped back on the wagon as it returned to a mundane state.
“Mongrel, I’m stretched pretty thin, but I’ve got those bodies back there waiting to surprise anyone who comes around. Did you manage to kill the rest of them?” He yelled to where Noth was. As they lurched through the woods Neronin fought down the sense of losing himself to the spark. The woodlands around them moved and Neronin hardly paid them and heed, pushing his mind into a hard place of discipline.
Neronin let his mind drift back to the undead he had left animated at the site of the ambush. He slid his mind into one of the soldiers. He felt at the husk’s side and drew the sword there. The necromancer made the fresh body run the blade across his palm and clenched the fist there. The hand glistened with the still bright blood of the freshly dead. He smeared the hand print onto the tree nearby and stepped out into the road at Neronin’s command. He let the thing fall there, pretending death. It would attract the enemy for investigation and the rest would jump out in ambush. He decided to keep them under his control until he was a suitable distance away, and safe. The necromancer had arranged the undead in the road to be about fifty yards further down the road than all the bodies in the woods so as to lure the enemy further into the trap. Neronin let his mind drift back into his body, but maintained the continued animation.
They were distancing themselves from the ambush, but he still felt strong in his animation. He had been able to maintain the animation at much longer distances in the past few seasons and he felt his power growing. Even now, at the edge of overstepping, he still roared with a depth of power he hadn’t been able to maintain beforehand. The necromancer glanced at Bradok’s dead, massive form. Yes, he would do nicely for the first in a new era of minion.
The necromancer leaned back and sighed, happy to finally be relaxing as the wagons lurched into motion. He decided to let the dead wagon guards stay behind with the dead soldiers, to ambush anyone else who came after them. He let his mind control the undead husks of guard and soldier but abandoned his control of Bradok. The large corpse slumped back on the wagon as it returned to a mundane state.
“Mongrel, I’m stretched pretty thin, but I’ve got those bodies back there waiting to surprise anyone who comes around. Did you manage to kill the rest of them?” He yelled to where Noth was. As they lurched through the woods Neronin fought down the sense of losing himself to the spark. The woodlands around them moved and Neronin hardly paid them and heed, pushing his mind into a hard place of discipline.
Neronin let his mind drift back to the undead he had left animated at the site of the ambush. He slid his mind into one of the soldiers. He felt at the husk’s side and drew the sword there. The necromancer made the fresh body run the blade across his palm and clenched the fist there. The hand glistened with the still bright blood of the freshly dead. He smeared the hand print onto the tree nearby and stepped out into the road at Neronin’s command. He let the thing fall there, pretending death. It would attract the enemy for investigation and the rest would jump out in ambush. He decided to keep them under his control until he was a suitable distance away, and safe. The necromancer had arranged the undead in the road to be about fifty yards further down the road than all the bodies in the woods so as to lure the enemy further into the trap. Neronin let his mind drift back into his body, but maintained the continued animation.
They were distancing themselves from the ambush, but he still felt strong in his animation. He had been able to maintain the animation at much longer distances in the past few seasons and he felt his power growing. Even now, at the edge of overstepping, he still roared with a depth of power he hadn’t been able to maintain beforehand. The necromancer glanced at Bradok’s dead, massive form. Yes, he would do nicely for the first in a new era of minion.