(OOC: Sorry to shoot your idea to hell abe's son, but...)
It had been three days since drake left Pyke, fully provisioned for the trip. He was now eating half rations so his food would last. But he was close, so close twice he had barely hidden from scout patrols leading 'Raptors(OOC
icture 2'tall raptors from Jurassic Park), a vicious thing the gods had given to his people. He had dropped some meat at each escape, to distract them. Now, though, he needed to run into a patrol. Just then he heard a voice.
Scarback: Die!
The patrol member was on him just in time to hit him and disrupt his spell, a fireball. Drake's sword hit out at the attacker, and drake, seeing it was one of his own race, suddenly ducked out of the way of whatever trick was planed. Two throwing knives whistled over his head, missing by inches. He knew who threw them. His cousin, Marbul.
Marbul: Scarback, back off. It's Drake!
Drake spun up and turned to his cousin, but then he heard a voice.
Sligit: put down that sword, boy, or your ass is parchment thin.
Both drake and Scarback dropped their weapons. Then they heard the slig say something again.
Sligit: you, the one who's bleedin' from the back. You can take your sword. It was this other moron here who just tried to cut your head off that gotta leave it where it is.
Suddenly, a movement behind him alerted Drake to Scarback attacking. Spinning around, he was just in time to see the slig open up three rounds out of a fletcher attatched to his wrist, while with the other hand taking it to Scarback with a shotgun. Before he could blink, the old Scarback fell in ribbons to the ground, shot to death.
Marbul: Drake, what happened to ya!?
Drake: Long story.
Marbul: whatever possessed you to take your mentor's spell book without taking the bells?
Drake: I suppose the torturers are pining for me.
Marbul: pining is an understatement. As soon as you escaped a warrant went out for your arrest, and if you were ever caught, you were to be tortured until you died. Scarback wanted that bounty really bad too.
Drake: try to turn me in. Just try.
Marbul: no, i... Wait, who is your friend
Sligit: I aint his friend, never seen him before. Just don't like folks who attack other folks back. Cowardly, crummy thing to do. Name's Sligit.
Marbul: well i...*trumpet sound in backround* god, the war call!
Marbul rushed away, Drake and Sligit hot on his heels. When they came upon the village, they were horrified to find the whole place in ruins, and Marbul running through the city crying:
Marbul: Prepare for war! Amass the dead, the armies, the raptors! The God-Brothers attack!
Drake suddenly rushed forward, Sligit following. Right behind them walls as thick as any brick, but made of mud and bone powder, so that the necromancers could control them, sprang up behind them. Suddenly there was a crash, and giant creatures, made of pure magma, were scaling the walls. Then Marbul came running up.
Marbul: here, take these. They were your mentor's. *gives Drake a belt with seven bell-bandoliers.* You need never use your spellbook again, for these give you all the power of necromancy you need, and more. The bells can imitate any spell, make new ones. And you know the Spread-Marks for all the other spells. They were imprinted in you when you were born.
Drake: I remember. Let us face the onslaught together.
(OOC: DO NOT FINISH THIS TOPIC OR THIS BATTLE! I WANT FEEDBACK, NOT ENDINGS!)