Some story thing!

Pro-log

The heavy rain was cold. The Necromancer ensured that no one was following him. The streets was empty. He was alone. A lightning showed on the sky, only to disappear after one second, but a great clap of thunder followed. Two blue eyes was suddenly glowing in the dark. A skull came forth, and soon the entire body of a Lich appeared. "Ul´fardur." the Lich said. "Welcome." The cold voice of the Lich was making every single rat, spider and other creeps running away. "We have been waiting for you," said the Lich. Behind it, more Necromancers was showing up. "You´re late." "I...I´am sorry, master... It was those damned City Guards who..." "Silence!" the Lich cried. "We can´t take mistakes here." The Lich stretched his hand. "No, master, no!" Ul´fardur cried. The fear striked down in him. "I repeat: We don´t take mistakes here," hissed the Lich. A blue light beam shot from the hand of the Lich. It hit the Necromancer and all his body exploded. All except his skeleton was destroyed. "He will now serve us as a warrior," the Lich said. He turned around. "Let the meeting begin," said the Lich.

More to come later.

Next chapter:


Chapter 1
Magius the Witch Hunter was choked. The Medics was trying to find out what was happened the the rest of the Necromancer. All his body, except the skeleton, was half destroyed. "I believe it was some kind of magic," said Fairé, a young Medic Initiate. "It chould have been," said Magius. "Paladin Lord Ethal wants an explanation of what is going on," said Rutoth the Great Healer. "Ethal can check it himself," answered Magius. "I am going to hunt down those damned Undead."

Re-kar´dur, High Necromancer, was smiling. His hand left the Crystall Ball. "The´re fools," he said to his mindless Zombies. "Arkur!" he cryid. Instantly a young Necromancer appeared. "Yes, master?" "Stop those fools from discovering our plans. Kill them if needed." The young Necromancer turn around and walked into the dark. Then he disappeared.

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Thanks. Here comes the next one:


Chapter 3
It would be hard to hunt down those necro-freaks. Magius´ close combat weapon was longsword. Then he used the crossbow. Fairé, the Medic Initiate, was eager to follow him. "If you become hurt, I can heal you!" he said. "Necromancer-hunting is´t for younglings," Magius answered. But after a long discussion, it was decided that Fairé should go with Magius.

Arkur´s Zombies was right. The Witch Hunter and the youngling was out of town. There was on the way to Andorhal. "They shall die," he said. Then he rided, all that the horse chould.

a lot of the grammer is off, but its a really cool story so far :D