The sun rose over the treetops, causing golden light to reveal the inhabitants of Thiris, or what should have been. Thiris was known as the human kingdom, the kingdom that sat between the dark forest and cliffs along the ocean. The architecture was dark and almost Gothic in nature, most houses were made from stone or wood depending on their political stature. In most cases, the moment the sun rose it was full of people rushing towards the merchants or starting their jobs to provide for their family, however as this day began, there was silence. It almost seemed as if it were a ghost town, but that wasn’t the case. After a moment, the sound of groaning began to echo through the streets and as horde of undead began to filter through the kingdom once more.
Thiris had become infested in undead for the last two days; all people either had taken refuge in a safe location or had succumb to the distraught. Guards were stationed near the castle’s closed gate and up in towers watching for the arrival of their hope. No one seemed to have the guts to go out and take care of the undead, even the guards hid behind iron gates and doors.
The door to the castle opened, showing the features of a fair maiden. Her hair was the darkest of shades; her eyes were a brilliant blue like the ocean itself. Her body was structure lean, yet fit and covered in obvious royal attire. Along her legs were thigh high armored boots with the symbol of the church along her shin, with a peekaboo of black stockings above the armor. Her gauntlets matched with the same symbol and rode up to her elbow. Along her mid-section was a bright blue dress that covered most of what it needing too, but allowing her more prominent feature to show. Hips swaying with her brisk pace, she stopped behind the guards and brought her sword off of her back and in front of her. “Open the gate” she stated simply.
The guards before her looked at her for a brief moment before one of them went to say something. “Open the gate, or I’ll go through you.” Her voice dropped a bit of an octave as most of the guards parted leaving only a few at the gate. Striding forward, she raised her chin and glared at them. “This is an order, open the gate.” Her tone took on a much more commanding voice causing the guards to immediately move to her will. “Very good, now then. Close it behind me, send word to the gate keepers to watch for the paladin.” With that, she made her way outside of the gate and smiled.
‘Are you finally going to let me have fun?’ a darker voice chimed in.
“A bit.” She chimed back with a bit of amusement before inhaling. Gripping her hilt, she swung her sword before her causing the air before her to cause quite a gust shoving the undead a good 50 feet back from the gate. Walking forward, she closed her eyes. “Let them burn.”
‘Gladly.’ The voice chimed in response. Her eyes opened glowing almost a blood red as the sword began to glow a bright orange. Slashing twice in front of her the air swarmed forward. The moment the air touched the undead they caught fire causing the rotting flesh to stink up the air. “That stench…” she growled in protest before rushing forward, allowing her boots to thunder along the ground. The moment she grew near the swarm she spun causing the bastard sword to throw out a wave of fire catching the nearby twenty or so zombies on fire.
Her eyes began to fade to blue as the wind around her shoved the undead horde back. “They’ll keep regenerating it looks like.” Her voice had return to normal it seemed. Her movements became fluid as she continued to push the horde back towards the main gates while buying time.
‘I wonder if paladin’s believe in being fashionably late.’ The voice growled.