RP:Hostile take over

Summary: Banto mercilessly hunts down a group of bandits down the beaches of Cenril to a broken down castle. (Bandits played by Xzavior)

A lone man stands along the beach looking around expectantly until two others come from the shadows. Walking forward to meet them he gives them both a nod and quickly asks in a hushed tone, "Were you followed?" the first new arrival, another man adorned in armor shakes his head, "No, I don't think so." The second, neither wearing armor or robes grunted, "If someone was I would have caught their scent by now." the same man gave a sharp toothed grin, "And they'd have to be an idiot to try! No one would be able to stand against us and live." The other two give a small laugh in agreement. The first one looks back towards their camp for a moment. "We're on guard duty tonight, sit for a sec and we'll take a quick patrol." The one in armor groaned and sat down, "Again? Can't I ever get an early night?" The robed one shook his head and gave him a small kick. "Just keep an eye out and don't fall asleep. you'll be fine."

High above the cliffs an undead crow slowly twisted its head eying down the group so far below him. With a caw of success it shot into the sky a cascade of half rotten feathers the only sign of presence. At the same moment Banto slowly rose from his meditive position his consiouness returning from the crow. It wouldn't take the necromancer long at all to stalk down the streets intent to destroy this group before moving on to the rest of them. Arriving at the edge of the sand the blackness of the night gave him ample cover as the drow fell back into the training he was gifted early in his life. Before anything he checked the stance of the wind ensuring he attacked from up wind .Once this was checked he stalked across the sand as silent as a wraith the necromancer grinned as he spotted the ship not too terribly far from the shore line. Reaching out with the dark arts the necromancer slowly awakened the long dead crew of the ship. It would take a few minutes but all too soon, at least for this particular group , the hoard of the undead crew started to shamble from the shore line. Their was a pause as Banto's control waivered from controlling so many at once, But delving deeply into the arts the connection solidified the undead crew started to run towards the group of men, Broken and rusty weapons held high over head ready to cleave cut and murder all on Banto's order.

The warrior sat bored staring out at the ocean completely oblivious to the sudden awakening of the dead but the crows call caused him to jump with a curse, "Damn birds... always so noise..." The mage just chuckled at him earning him a glare from the warrior, "What? You're the one jumping after birds!" The lycan on the other hand went rigid as he twisted his head in the direction of the ship, "I smell death. And a lot of it." The mage gave him a questioning look and the warrior shook his head, "Are you sure you're not just losing your sense of smell? What could possibly be dead out here?" As soon as he said that the undead warriors came into sight causing the warrior to curse a lot louder then the first time as he stumbled for his axe. The mage was the first to launch an attack. A fire ball right into the crowd as the lycan started to go feral.

Banto gave a cold cruel smile as he started to walk towards their backs. Settling his stance in the sand Banto would draw deeply upon the magics of death. His hands lashed out as the death magic formed a curse for the lycan. A dehydration curse designed to torture prisoners of war by draining them of all their fluids while at the same time the more they drank the faster it would kill them. The mage's fire ball erupted in the ranks of the undead causing the smirk to only grow. Reaching out once more the necro let the magics of death flow through him to the shards of skeletal remains, forming knives , arrows, and a few spears from the remains of the shattered skeletons. A clenched fist sent the wave of pointy death towards the trio . While the few remaining skeletons continued forth the fastest of the undead slashing its rusty cutlass at the warrior. Already Banto could feel his control slipping from doing too many things at one time. A few of the skeletons in the back row crumbled a more than half of the constructs of bone simply stopped flying smashing into the sand a few scant feet from the trio. Though the rest continued on and for that Banto was ecstatic.

The lycan was the first to drop as the curse took effect. Gripping at his chest as he was rapidly dehydrated the mage turned his attention to give a distressed shout as he watched his comrade fall, "No!! You bastard! Show yourself!" He followed the trace of magic back to its owner and gave Banto a snarl only to have the arsenal of projectiles protrude from his back and out his chest. With a single cough of blood he fell face first and failed to stir again. The warrior was a bit luckier, at the swing of the cutlass he brought up a gauntlet to protect himself. The cutlass, having been as rusty as it was shattered on impact but with enough force to most likely fracture the mans arm. With a cry of pain he brought his axe up to swing at the skeletons and called for help. But nobody came. As he looked at his dead friends he gave a distressed cry and tried to run away holding his injured arm.

Banto let the connection to the skeletons drop even as the man started to turn to see his companions already dead. A twist of his hand had the two corpses of the group rising. The mage was mostly to scare the male, but the mummified lycan was simply bueatiful in the necromancer's opinion. Standing seven foot tall, flesh flaking off the skeletal frame as it dashed across the sand, the necro's own personal hunting hound. Turning his back to the fire the drow switched his vision to the thermal tracking all drow had devoloped from living in the darkness of the underdark for so long. " Run run little rat, my dog needs a chew toy." Giving a small mental command to the mage the new duo started to follow the tracks and the thermal image of a man fleeing for his life.

The man was more then terrified as he saw his once friends and comrades rise from the dead and give chase. He needed to get back and warn the others. NOW! Unbeknownst to him, he lead the hunting party further and further down the beach nearing the shambles of the castle only to stop and look back to check to see if he was being followed. Most likely too late as the camp fires and other lights could be seen in the distance by now. He saw his mage and lycan and stumbled. Most likely being his undoing. His axe was dropped a while back already so he was free to bring both hands in front of his face as he started to crawl backwards kicking up sand, "Please! Please! Leave me be! I-I'll give you anything you want! The camp is right over there just spare me!"

Banto continued forward as the mummified lycan snapped its massive maw onto the man's leg dragging him bodily back towards the necromancer. It would only be a few seconds as Banto just shook his head at the man's antics. As the necromancer grew closer the unearthly glowing green eyes hidden deeply inside the hood of his cloak seemed to intisify." Oh of that I have no doubt. " The undead construct crunched down the satisfing feel of shattering bones and fresh blood spilled around its mummified maw. " Unless you want the other leg to be in the same shape... How many are in your gang?" The moment the warrior answered Banto would give the man a wicked smile as he took the axe, that the man had dropped earlier on the beach , and sunk it into his skull . He'd yank the weapon free the sudden spurt of blood and brains on the sand was a rather invigorating aroma. He bent down to inspect the man. " A little damaged but he will do..." Banto placed his hand onto the corpses chest a hard pulse of magic lifting the man to his feet once more as he became the newest member of the group. Banto gifted his pet the axe back strolling further down the beach intent on taking care of a gang that thought to encroach on his racket.

The man gave a cry of pain as he was dragged by his leg but ultimately didn't struggle. He coward in fear under the menacingly green gaze his face was moistened by tears as he screamed in pain after the lycan he once called friend shattered his leg. between panicked and pained hyperventilating he gave the necromancer his answer, "Twelve! There's twelve more of us! Now please let me li-" his cries cut off as the blade sunk home. As he was resurrected the shell of a man took the axe and shambled after his new master. Farther down the beach a different, more sharp looking warrior stared in the direction where the patrol last was and growled, "I know I saw something. I heard someone too. This isn't right. We need to set up defences." Sadly, like the last groups folly they took no heed tot he wise mans word. "Sit down ya nut. No one is out there. It was probably the wind or some poor sap having a run in with some sirens." The man in return ignored them to jump off the broken battlements and grab his gear.

Banto calmly let his eyes map out each and every heat signature inside the depapilated castle. Turning to the zombie mage Banto started to cast several spells on the walking weapon. Once he was satisfied he sent the mage in first. The bone weapons protruding from its chest to, hopefully, confuse the gang into getting closer in an attempt to assist the mage. With a slow count to ten Banto detonated the spells inside the corpse. The first was a simple corpse explosion, the body of the mage expanded almost comically before it ruptured sending deadly bone projectiles around the area once more. The lycan burst into the camp moments after the explosion of gore its massive form launching itself into the air for a classic lycan pounce on the closest surviving member of the gang. The warrior Banto kept beside him just incase he was forced on the defensive it was always nice to have something in reserve.

The undead mage did exactly as commanded in shambling right up into the camp and coming to a stop. The few that saw came to the man's aid seeing the mortal wounds surprised that he was even standing at all. There was some who stayed away either to avoid the sight or out of distrust. The sharp eyed warrior because he knew the man was already dead. The man gave a shout as he saw the mage bloat but it came too late as he exploded ripping to shreds every tent, human, and lycan within range. And by his count that would make five. eight casualties in one night. What the hell were they even fighting? Apparently themselves. As the lycan burst past the gore a more grizzled and grey looking lycan returned with his own and went to pin the mummified thing while snapping at its throat. Another mage stepped forward and scanned the beachside for their attackers and once catching sight called to the warrior and waved a hand. Water from the ocean spat out in letal liquid projectiles as the warrior went to run Banto down with a claymore.

Banto remained calm even as the grey lycan tore the throat from his mummy lycan. But even missing a throat the monster continued to try and claw , bite and maul the other. Taking advantage of the chaos and the other dead bodies Banto would let his magic race into the corpses rising them as well allowing the newly risen dead to fall upon the living. Having used the time to cast a spell instead of dodge the drow took the bolt of water to the left shoulder. The ripping, instantly slack feeling from his arm let him know that the thing would be useless for the remainder of the fuck. Luck for him the first bolt spun him out of the way of the second unluckally the drow was sent to the sand.

The lycan would continue to rip at the one beneath him until finding himself surrounded by the risen dead. With a quick curse he kicked away from his target and went to dash away from the horde. He was unable to however thanks to the sheer numbers so he resorted to slashing at any who got close until he was finally over took. The mage however was fortunate to have the height advantage to avoid the attention of the zombies below him but shifted his assault from Banto to any that got smart and tried to climb to him. The warrior continued to hack and slash at his opponent with a snarl plastered on his face, "You damned dark elf! How dare you attack us! How dare you use my men against me! How dare you not fight me yourself!" He gave a mighty swing in hopes to cleave the undead warrior in half so that he may get to his real target.

Banto just slowly stood up looking towards the head gang member as well as his zombie as they traded attacks for a moment. Until his zombie was cleaved clean in twain, and Banto couldn't have been happier as he clenched his still able fist. From inside the zombie its bones erupted forth, Each side of the undead monster creating two spears that where lauched at point blank range at the warrior. Turning his attention towards the mage he lifted his still useful hand towards its back , one more minor curse should be more then enough to finish this confrontation as he let loose the bone shattering curse aimed for the broad back of the mage. The undead below him did exactly as their basic commands would allows trying everything they could to get to the mage that was easily blasting them away one at a time. Banto was tired, on his last leg magically speaking and praying to whatever dark gods that would listen to let his curse hit true.

And the gods listened. The mage lurched forwards and fell in a screech of pain as the curse took affect and continued to do so for a while longer until finally the noise died out. Whether because he tore his vocal cords, fainted, or died Banto wouldn't know unless he checked. Either way the man was completely useless in most any way. The warrior shouted in satisfaction as he slashed his once comrade in half and made his advance on Banto only to stop as he saw the bones protrude from his chest. Gripping one with a hand he dropped his sword and fell to his knees. The man's eyes bore into Banto never losing its fire even as the blood flowed freely and his eyes slowly glazed over. "May you burn in a hell worse than the one you crawled from." Was the last thing he spat before slumping forwards and laid unmoving.

Banto slowly and shakily took a breath as he stalked closer towards the castle. Entering the doorway he couldn't help but smile as he saw the destruction that had been wrought by his undead minions. Letting the connection die between him and his last zombie he watched with a stoic indifference as the i creature fell over no longer being supported by his magics. Turning he'd animate the grey lycan, the massive beast lumbering to its feet trotting after its master. A mental command and the lycan tossed the leader of the gang onto his shoulders. The unlikely duo then started the long slow walk to the church of Cenril if anyone would be happy to see this particular gang gone it would be the church.