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"Well, what is this? It looks like the dog has one more trick to show before he rolls over for good." Erikur's lips pulled back in a predatory grin as more and more undead rose to their feet. "I'm glad; I do love a challenge every now and then. Come then, show me what you're capable of."
The raised dead charged.
As he skipped back from the first charge, the old vampire's face was just as calm as it had been before. However, as more foes surrounded him, as more blades and claws shot out from unexpected places to strike, his eyes began to narrow, his brows drawing together. The blade of a draugr grazed Erikur's arm, cutting the fabric and drawing blood, and though he lashed out with astonishing speed to bring the draugr down, at the same time, the claw of a vampire caught his thigh, bringing him to his knees.
Erikur continued to take down the dead left and right, but with his mobility hindered, he was soon swamped. Before long, all that could be seen was a writhing mass of limbs and bones. It seemed the fight was soon to be over when something strange happened. A rippling emanated from within the heaped forces of the recently reanimating, forcing them all a step back.
"Enough is enough. I tire of this farce."
It was Erikur speaking, and yet it was something... more, as if somehow another, deeper harmonic had entered the vampire's voice. Suddenly, a deep purple claw shot out from the melee, plunging straight through the armoured chest of the Keeper. The servant of the soulstone shrieked as it faded away into nothing. An instant later, chaos erupted. Suddenly the majority of Ennoc's remaining forces were sent scattered in all directions, smashing into the sides of the cave before collapsing.
Where Erikur had stood was a... thing. Though it was garbed in Erikur's tattered and torn finery, this is where the resemblance ended. All else was the topic of nightmares: a bestial, merciless face, long, distended arms and legs that strange deep purple hue; even strange, twisted wings had extended out from where Erikur's shoulders had been. This, this was a true monster.
"Now, necromancer, you die." Erikur strode towards Ennoc, murderous intent clear upon his monstrous face.
Sylette moved through the narrow tunnels as fast as she could without losing her way. It had been a long time since she had been in these caves, and they were confusing enough; the smaller path was even more difficult to negotiate than the more open route.
Fortunately, her memory did not fail her and she soon arrived at her destination: the throne room. Stepping out into the large cavern, which unlike all other caves she had seen was lit by candlelight. The room was empty, save for a shattered table and the large throne which dominated the view. Atop this throne was a vampire, but this vampire did not fit the mould. He was... ancient. And for once, it showed, in both his lined, sagging face and his slumped posture.
"Ah, Sylette." The vampire's voice was deep and strong, at odds to his frail appearance. "I had a feeling you'd turn up now. What devious timing. While all of my power is in another, you come to find me." His eyes narrowed in mock concern. "But you left your necromancer without protection against my General? Why, Sylette, you were the only one who could ever hold up against him, and you think that mortal will survive?"
"That is none of your concern," she said flatly as she strode towards the throne and began climbing the steps. Despite all the times she had imagined this scene, thought of all the things that she would say, none of it came out. Now that she was actually here, she just wanted to get it over with. "But I will say this: Ennoc is stronger than he appears. I have not seen one like him for quite some time." She arrived at the top step of the dais, staring into the other vampire's watering, pale eyes.
"You claimed this day would come." His lips trembled as they tried to form a smile. "But I never truly thought I would see the day." The old vampire bared his pale neck as he closed his eyes. "You have won, Sylette. Be done with it."
"Goodbye, father," she whispered as she leaned forward and bit into his neck.
Erikur had his hand raised to strike Ennoc down when a look of surprise crossed his twisted features. Without a word, the vampire dropped to his knees, his clawed arm dropping to his side. But already, that claw was beginning to recede into his body, a very human hand reappearing. As quickly as the transformation had happened, it was reversed, and there before Ennoc slumped a sliced, mangled, broken man. "I can't believe she actually did it..." Came the murmur through torn lips.
Still, the fire in those red eyes burned no less fiercely as they stared up Ennoc. "I may be beaten, but if you think one such as you can bring me down, even in this state..." Erikur spat, a bloody glob that landed wetly on the stone floor.
All around the cavern, the broken bodies of undead lay, unmoving. All save for one.
Behind Erikur, a lone draugr rose slowly to its feet.
The raised dead charged.
As he skipped back from the first charge, the old vampire's face was just as calm as it had been before. However, as more foes surrounded him, as more blades and claws shot out from unexpected places to strike, his eyes began to narrow, his brows drawing together. The blade of a draugr grazed Erikur's arm, cutting the fabric and drawing blood, and though he lashed out with astonishing speed to bring the draugr down, at the same time, the claw of a vampire caught his thigh, bringing him to his knees.
Erikur continued to take down the dead left and right, but with his mobility hindered, he was soon swamped. Before long, all that could be seen was a writhing mass of limbs and bones. It seemed the fight was soon to be over when something strange happened. A rippling emanated from within the heaped forces of the recently reanimating, forcing them all a step back.
"Enough is enough. I tire of this farce."
It was Erikur speaking, and yet it was something... more, as if somehow another, deeper harmonic had entered the vampire's voice. Suddenly, a deep purple claw shot out from the melee, plunging straight through the armoured chest of the Keeper. The servant of the soulstone shrieked as it faded away into nothing. An instant later, chaos erupted. Suddenly the majority of Ennoc's remaining forces were sent scattered in all directions, smashing into the sides of the cave before collapsing.
Where Erikur had stood was a... thing. Though it was garbed in Erikur's tattered and torn finery, this is where the resemblance ended. All else was the topic of nightmares: a bestial, merciless face, long, distended arms and legs that strange deep purple hue; even strange, twisted wings had extended out from where Erikur's shoulders had been. This, this was a true monster.
"Now, necromancer, you die." Erikur strode towards Ennoc, murderous intent clear upon his monstrous face.
Sylette moved through the narrow tunnels as fast as she could without losing her way. It had been a long time since she had been in these caves, and they were confusing enough; the smaller path was even more difficult to negotiate than the more open route.
Fortunately, her memory did not fail her and she soon arrived at her destination: the throne room. Stepping out into the large cavern, which unlike all other caves she had seen was lit by candlelight. The room was empty, save for a shattered table and the large throne which dominated the view. Atop this throne was a vampire, but this vampire did not fit the mould. He was... ancient. And for once, it showed, in both his lined, sagging face and his slumped posture.
"Ah, Sylette." The vampire's voice was deep and strong, at odds to his frail appearance. "I had a feeling you'd turn up now. What devious timing. While all of my power is in another, you come to find me." His eyes narrowed in mock concern. "But you left your necromancer without protection against my General? Why, Sylette, you were the only one who could ever hold up against him, and you think that mortal will survive?"
"That is none of your concern," she said flatly as she strode towards the throne and began climbing the steps. Despite all the times she had imagined this scene, thought of all the things that she would say, none of it came out. Now that she was actually here, she just wanted to get it over with. "But I will say this: Ennoc is stronger than he appears. I have not seen one like him for quite some time." She arrived at the top step of the dais, staring into the other vampire's watering, pale eyes.
"You claimed this day would come." His lips trembled as they tried to form a smile. "But I never truly thought I would see the day." The old vampire bared his pale neck as he closed his eyes. "You have won, Sylette. Be done with it."
"Goodbye, father," she whispered as she leaned forward and bit into his neck.
Erikur had his hand raised to strike Ennoc down when a look of surprise crossed his twisted features. Without a word, the vampire dropped to his knees, his clawed arm dropping to his side. But already, that claw was beginning to recede into his body, a very human hand reappearing. As quickly as the transformation had happened, it was reversed, and there before Ennoc slumped a sliced, mangled, broken man. "I can't believe she actually did it..." Came the murmur through torn lips.
Still, the fire in those red eyes burned no less fiercely as they stared up Ennoc. "I may be beaten, but if you think one such as you can bring me down, even in this state..." Erikur spat, a bloody glob that landed wetly on the stone floor.
All around the cavern, the broken bodies of undead lay, unmoving. All save for one.
Behind Erikur, a lone draugr rose slowly to its feet.
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