RP:After the zombies

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Part of the A Different Halloween Arc


Ranok leans against the barrier. He was covered in blood, yes, but his sensible approach to fighting spared him damage. Lone wolfing in a horde of zombies wasn't exactly a bright idea, hence why he stuck with the group, holy blade or not. "De horde uf zombies vill keep pourink forth. Ve'll need to go into de gap to hit de heart vile it's laeed open." All around him, villagers were sagging in varying states of fatigue. Some were hurt, most were just sore and bruised.

Mayumi frowned slightly at Ranok ignoring her, and she trned to Leifantiel. "Right. I'll stay with Mister Ranok. ...Leifantiel, you must stay here and help out in any way you can. IF some the villagers start to turn into zombies... you know what to do." She looked at Ranok again, her hand gripping her sword tight enough to make her knuckles turn white. "And Lei... see if you can find a healer for the villagers who have been wounded."

Hanan , calmly useless, quietly turned her horse and trotted back to the tavern, shoulders hunched.

Ranok points a finger at Mayumi, "Gurl, hyu'll learn de process uf subtlety vun day. Doink vat hyu deed vas schtupeed. Alone und no support, hyu kould hef been drug to de ground. Fire or no. Hyu schtay behind to heal de vounded. Dat iz a direck order as you kommundink ufficer." Of course he wasn't going to ask the farmers to fight. He needed a little more fire power. Something like, say, perhaps, 10 foot tall things of metal.

Leifantiel slowed to a trot as he approached the maw from whence the zombies had first come forth. Now blocked off, and with barely-armed villagers strewn about in various states of exhaustion, the elf stalked up to Ranok with a cluster of severed undead heads. "What information have you gathered from the City of the Dead? Surely they have sent word, yes? Where is this point of origin of which you speak?" His masked visage turned to inspect the gathered militia. "So much death... no matter where I turn."

Mayumi glowers at Ranok, but otherwise gives no retort. "If I'm healing the wounded, then," she said, "perhaps I should tend to you, first?" She sheathed her sword, her fingers already started to glow with bluish light as she tapped into her healing magic. She then turned to Leifantiel. "Such is th price of war,, especially against undead such as these." The child eyed him a moment, and asked, "Are you harmed in any way, Leifantiel?"

Klaie always seemed to stumble onto the strangest things, but this bloody battle field would be by far the most gruesome. The coppery tang of blood set in her mouth for the stench was so strong, long before she had even cleared the path well enough to see the carnage, and the young elfin girl lost her supper at the sight. Doe eyed and instantly pale when she looked up again she assessed the clearing, iridescent gaze scanning for injured first, trying hard to ignore the lifeless eyes of the dead. She began pulling back waist length locks of chestnut hued tresses with sure and swift movements then pulled the worn leather satchel from her shoulder as well. She walked swiftly to the nearest injured group of villagers while removing a few worn rags and a canteen from her bag. She was kneeling on the ground before them while making quick introductions and skipping on the hellos, "I'm a healer," was all the girl seemed to be inclined to mutter as she went about setting up her supplies with quick hands. Heal first, questions later.

Leifantiel 's emerald gaze immediately shifted to Mayumi. For just an instant, a thread of malice was hurled the girl's way. "You could have been killed, easily. You were reckless... and when I came to stand beside you, you ran further on ahead. Master Ranok is right to scold you. Either you have a death wish... or you are too arrogant for your own skill. These corpses were weak, but many. What will you do when a bit of fire is no longer enough to kill them?" His eyes narrowed, his mask burning brighter still. And then, he shifted his attention back to Ranok... hoping the man had an answer for him that didn't resemble their first conversation.

Ranok slides his sword into its sheath with a whisper of oiled metal, "Vailkrin iz Vailkrin, Dog. Only, it's schlightly more chock full uf ondead. It's full to de brim as far as Hy know. De path dat Kasyr kut iz fillink as ve schpeak. Ve're gunna need firepower. Luckily...Hy hef access to such tinks. Dey're on der vay as ve schpeak. Hy sent out vord hours ago." And he had. Within minutes, a shadow would fall over the area. Then more. There was an aerial division in Rynvale that he had command of, a gift from Satoshi of the Eyrie. Griffons, carrying armaments. And an airship, which silently sweeps in, sails in full bellow. Ranok reaches and literally plucks his duster out of nowhere, too, putting it on. "Prepare now. Vatever ve do, ve do quickly."

Mayumi nods to Ranok. "Very well," she said, raising her glowing hands. "Leifantiel, let me heal you. The sooner we can leave, the better." She smiled a little. "And to answer your question... no, I am not arrogant, nor do I have a death wish. And when fire isn't enough to kill them..." she chuckled, "I have other things up my sleeve. You needn't worry about me."

Xzarren had finished with helping the last of the wounded, his body and arms aching. He glanced indifferently at Ranok and his sky barge, vowing to find his own way. The vampyre steps out, reclaiming his bloodied sword in hand and disappearing to once more huff it alone, and take on the undergrounds of Vailkrin by himself.

Mayumi looks up at the newcomer. "Ah... yes, we could use your help." She gestured to the injured villagers. "Tend to them, I will be joining in a moment..."

Leifantiel 's lips quirked into a grin, which became visible as he raised his mask to look Ranok in the eye. "You may call me whatever you like, Master Ranok... but for this battle, I am a Dog in service to you. Give me an order." Those eyes narrowed, sharply, even before the sudden shriek of terror erupted from one of the groups of wounded survivors. A farmer, sickle still in hand, slowly shambled up to his feet. In the blink of an eye, Leifantiel went from standing before Ranok... to standing behind the now-turned farmer. He took the poor soul off at the head, kicking his body back onto the pile of the dead it had risen off of. "You..." he hissed at a passing woman, "... pass the word to the others. Burn the dead. Immediately."

Klaie was moving quickly, looking at the worst injuries first and using her canteen of water and limited supply of rags to clean off the most bloodied of them to get a better look before she began healing. She sent a distracted nod in the direction to the child who had addressed her. The elf's magic glowed soft green around the tips of her fingers as she poured its energy into the wounds, mending flesh and muscle with supernatural speed, setting bones with snaps and screams from the afflicted quickly and skillfully, and using her earthy magic to speed that healing process as well. She looked up just long enough to ask a bystander that was significantly less injured to find others who were able and to help gather the more gravely injured. A light sweat beaded at Klaie's forehead as she worked, and she pressed the back of her hand to swipe it away as she worked on her third patient, her eyes taking on a stormy grey hue as she worked through her energy.

Mayumi raised her eyebrows as a farmer suddenly turned. "Lei... will you just listen to me?" she snapped. But a another nearby farmer was raising.... Mayumi shot it a glare, and it caught on fire, disentigrating into ash. "...damnit," the child cursed under her breath, shaking her head with a sigh. She glanced at Ranok, and frowned. "...don't die, Mister Ranok," was all the child said before wandering off to tend to the wounded.

The airship sways slightly. The shadow overhead bobs. And then a second shadow would appear. Something was shoved off the airship rather unceremoniously. Ranok watches impassively. But he does take a step back. The thing was heading right at him. With the heavy impact of metal, a 12 foot tall monstrosity of metal hits the ground in front of Ranok. What he called a Doorknocker. It was, functionally, a golem powered by glowing stones set into every joint and directed by a man that piloted it. It was a zombie slaying machine. No amount of mindless undead would bring halt to it, save for sheer press of numbers. The thing was so heavy, and its impact so profound that there was a small crater where its feet hit. Ranok sets to working at the latch to an armored hatch that would allow access to the interior, and thus allow him to pilot the engine of destruction, "Burn de bodies uf de ondead. Dig a pit. Saves time. Don' vorry about pipple raisink. Dese are animated by necromancy, not disease. It'd need a necromancer to kome und raise de dead bodies demselves. Everyone, prepare veapons. Ve're movink in ten." Two more shadows, two more thuds. The backup. Three monstrosities of metal all told. The other two already had men waiting to pilot them, trained in their use. As for armaments, the Doorknockers had sheer weight. And, if that wasn't enough, a sword several feet long that was more heavy then it was sharp. But it would chop easily due to sheer force of impact. Ranok busies himself with prepping the machine.

Mayumi said to you, "There are necromancers out there who can raise the dead while being in a different area entirly."

Ranok just shoots a withering glare at Mayumi. Why the girl continued to insist upon contradicting the man when he'd been right about damn near everything on any advice he'd ever given her, he doesn't know.

Ranok clambers into the Doorknocker, closing the hatch. "Let's moff. Kome on." Heavy set feet thud, and then a three fingered hand with digits as large around as the average fist pulled the barrier apart. The other two machines thud in behind Ranok's. Even if it was just the three, they could piledrive through the horde in a similar, albeit less spectacular, method as Kas. Without further ado, into the breech the machines and men would go. Anyone that followed would have to keep close to take advantage of the wide spread of destruction those three machines were about to unleash.

Mayumi salutes Ranok as he leaves, five farmers already up and running around. She glanced at Leifantiel. "...you'd better come back," she said to him, then walked over to the other healer. "Hi. Sorry for the delayed introduction," the child said, "I am Mayumi." She eyed the pile of dead that was laying nearby. "...keep healing, I'll get the hole to burn the dead ready."

As those things of metal stomped away, Mayumi and Klaie attended to the wounded, treating, bandaging, and tending where needed.