Keeping his calm, yet growing frustrated with the unbearable heat drawing closer to the group, Tilika started searching some of the bodies for whatever supplies he could carry with him.
From a walking dead's decaying corpse he removed a somewhat torn leather tunic. Putting it on, it fit him remarkably well. He continued to search through the still corpses on the ground..
"If it truly is a form of demonic resurrection then perhaps Anagra or I could detect the source?" Algranon said.
"Dark arts have never been on my good side, but you are growing on me, dark sorcerer." Tilika said to Algranon casually. "Concentrate on the source and be sure to call me forth when you find it. Whatever 'tis that rules these demons trapped here is bound to be strong. We have to make sure their numbers are greatly inferior to ours." He added with a grin on his face.
As soon as he had spoken, he picked up his axe, holding it steady, and ran towards a group of two red-skinned fallen. The first one was knocked down on his back with a kick from Tilika's mighty boot. Tilika raised his axe, all the while he managed to kick another back away from him with his boot. His axe fell down swiftly into the chest of the demon struggling to get back onto his feet. A gargling echoed through the cave as blood trickled from the wound of the fallen on the ground. Still alive, the ruffled second fallen charged back in towards Tilika, club held in one hand and a sharpened blade in the other. Again, the barbarian picked up his axe. He looked at the oncoming fallen with fire in his eyes and prepared himself.
Tilika groaned in agony as a club hit him in the back and he fell to his knees. He took a quick look behind his back to see what had hit him. There stood yet another red-skinned demon who had too easily snuck behind him. His lungs filled up, almost looking about to burst, and he howled loudly with a barbaric roar forcing the demon behind him to drop his weapons and stumble over his feet as he started backing away from Tilika. The demon in front of him had paused in his rush when he heard the barbaric roar.
"Now is my chance." Tilika thought, and jumped back up on his feet.
The ground around Tilika had risen to flames for a short moment and lowered the numbers of the attacking fiends. Shortly after the paladin had yelled he suddenly felt refreshed with energy and life rushing through his body. With what could be called ease, but what was actually far from it, the band of heroes had withstood a severe attack by the foul demons.
Bodies lie spread across the camp, the fog seemed to have almost eased out and not even a handful fallen could be seen. Algranon had already risen from the ground, and Tilika the same. With the refueled energy that now flowed through his veins, Tilika plunged forward to the nearest fallen, avoiding his quickly striking dagger, rapidly lifting a fatal blow to the demon's side with his knee. As the demon fell to the ground like a sack of wood, Tilika bashed its head open with a precise strike with his now crimson axe.
Scouring the field, he noticed the 3 other fallen fleeing for their lives. He pointed in their direction. "I don't mind staining my axe with the blood of those, but if anyone else wants to join in on the fun, this is the time." Tilika said with a grin on his face.
As Tilika came back into sight, he noticed the others fending off fallen and rotting, walking dead coming from every direction. He heard a thud and a crackling noise. Turning his head, from seeing one of the friendly, reanimated skeletons drop to the ground in a hundred or so pieces, he saw Algranon had hit the ground and coughed up blood. "Where are you wounded?" Tilika yelled at the necromancer who was pressing his hands against his head in agony.
Not getting an answer, he plunged forward to where the necromancer had dropped. The barbarian crouched down and grabbed hold of Algranon by his robe and searched for where he had been hit. He could see no trace of a wound or even a scratch on the necromancer's body. The barbarian realized Algranon was not hurt physically and instead focused closely on his face. "Is this the corruption's doing, or is the darkness merely tearing you to shreds, dark sorcerer?" He asked in a calm voice.
Completely lost in figuring out what was going on with Algranon, Tilika did not hear what was coming from behind him.
The skeleton stood fast fighting what came at it, as Tilika reached his bloodstained axe, which had forced open a gruesome wound in the now literally fallen demon. The distant moans had been closing in far quicker than he had assumed, and swift footsteps could be heard coming from every direction. "We have not even come close to this Den we so carefully must purge, yet we are overrun each turn we take in these woods. Whatever awaits us in the depths of that forsaken cave, we cannot allow it to birth these hellish creatures no more."Tilika thought as he pulled his axe out from the dead body beneath his foot.
Sudden guttural chants broke the hideous creatures' obsessive snarling. As Tilika turned to head back to the others he felt something grab hold of his tunic from behind. Startled, he quickly turned his head to the left to see what had caught onto him. Soon before he realized a walking dead had grabbed him, another one came from the other side and grabbed hold of his right arm. Still able to move, Tilika flinged his right arm, and the reanimated corpse, down on the ground. With a thud the zombie landed on it's back on the bloodsoaked ground, and with his arm now free, Tilika put it around the other walking dead's neck, grabbing hold with his hand over it's face, and pulling with such brute force it's neck snapped and he could easily remove what was supposed to be a severly rotted head. The other zombie, still lying on the ground, trying get to a standing position, without the slighest sensation of fear or anger saw a gigantic foot coming down towards it's head, stomping it wide open with a gory splash.
The others could be heard swinging their weapons, cursing at the oncoming demons, fighting for their lives. Now soaked in blood, reeking of decay and death, Tilika clutched his axe hard and unlocked the small, round metal shield from his back. "I'm coming back in, be sure to watch your backs!" Tilika shouted, fearing this attack would last them all weary. "Magician of the dark arts, prepare what spell you cast on the demons before or this battle won't soon be over!" He added as he went back through the fog to the band of brave travelers.
Relieved that the information proved to be correct and that the rogue was indeed friendly, Tilika still felt a tension in the air.
"Your party may be the first that has any hope of cleansing the den, and if Akara has sent you, then I will show you the way to the Den of Evil." The rogue said, followed by some crackling noises deep inside the creeping fog.
"They're here. To arms!" Tilika yelled and drew his axe from his side. They all heard moans surrounding their position. Something with quick footsteps started to near where Tilika was standing.
Tilika fastpaced turn around and with a beastlike roar threw down his axe from above his head down into what he thought to be one of the demons. "BEGONE!" He yelled, his axe plunging down into the ground, with a defeaning sound from the impact, he had actually hit plain ground.
"Fast on your feet, they're coming in greater numbers!" Raising his axe once again above his head, listening to what could be distinguished as some sort of conversation between the demons at hand, Tilika threw his axe forward into the fog, followed by a horrid, fearsome scream of death. As soon as the screaming stopped, what sounded like 20 feet started rushing at them from afront, yet no one in the group was not aware of what was happening behind them. "I will not wash the blood from my axe with only one dead demon!" Tilika stated loudly and started pacing in the direction where he had thrown his axe.
Tilika had reached the gate and found a spot where he leaned against the wooden fence surrounding the camp. "Thick is the air with disgust for each other. To overcome what lures in these woods, and to push beyond these monsters' defensive lines, we have to be able to put trust in one-another and not wish harm to your next in battle." Tilika said as he looked out over the plains. "This corruption is right now forcing its way into our very souls, stirring our anger to the point of boiling over. Had we not seen war in our days before this, surely we would not have been able to control ourselves to this extent." He continued, swallowing quickly thereafter. Leaning his head back against the boards, he searched one of his bags hanging around his waist, shortly pulling his hand up along with a pear-like fruit. He started eating it slowly, savoring each bite of the delicious piece he held in his hand.
As Tilika looks back at the site where the party at first was gathered, it seemed people were already moving up to the northern gate. Having his supplies packed down already, and his axe sharpened to the point of being able to shave the thickest of beards, he walks towards the gate where he'd begin his new adventure with the other fellow travelers.
As he passes where he had crouched down before, in front of the fire, he suddenly stops. Feeling the eyes of the others upon his curved back, certain they all await of him a spoken word, he opens his mouth. "Tilika Vyieturn, cunning yet ferocious warrior of the north." the barbarian says loudly.
Another smirk appears on his face as he resumes his way to the northern gate, relieved of what he just announced.
Stopping fast, not turning his back, he considered the words spoken to him recently. "Hold off, brother Grogbaargh. Despite the use of filthy words, the holy warrior simply ephasizes our cause here", Tilika said out loudly, "We need not shed human blood on account of this journey we're setting out on. The vile creatures we face have done this thoroughly already". Tilika lowered his head and went yet ahead towards the sound of hammer against an anvil.
"Greetings, stranger!", the woman hollered as he approached the sound of steel in the making. Pausing what she was doing, holding a steelblade in her hand, "This demonic plague must've reached far, seeing the likes of you in this area. Might I ask where you're from?".
Intrigued by the steel- and leatherworks, Tilika smiles at the woman "Greetings! Such finely crafted swords and armors I have not laid eyes on for a long time. I heed from a small village not far from the mount Arreat upnorth. Primarily hunting food in my younger years, I've switched course to hunting demons now",he said with a jestful tone.
"Don't hesitate to ask if you want to try any of the blades, having a fully trained barbarian wield my crafts would be an honor."
The blonde-haired man smiled. "I'm Charsi, just call me if you need something", she added and went on with her business.
Grasping a handful of dirt with his left hand from the ground, standing up from his previously crouching position, Tilika holds his head high and closes his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he pours the dirt into the palm of his right hand, lightly widening his fingers letting the dirt run through them. As soon as the last dirt hit the ground he opens his eyes and speaks loudly. "This quest is not to be taken lightly. Whatever forces are thriving in that den has its roots burrowed deep within these peoples' homelands", he said, "and more likely even deeper than so."
Brushing off the dirt on his already dirtstained tunic, he looks eagerly at the others, albeit not knowing their true motives for coming here. "Add me to your ranks if you want some thinking to go along with these brutes, 'ere", he said mockingly, "more cunning a barbarian you have never laid eyes on."
With a smirk on his face, gently pushing aside those standing in his way, Tilika makes his way to the blacksmith.
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From a walking dead's decaying corpse he removed a somewhat torn leather tunic. Putting it on, it fit him remarkably well. He continued to search through the still corpses on the ground..
"Dark arts have never been on my good side, but you are growing on me, dark sorcerer." Tilika said to Algranon casually. "Concentrate on the source and be sure to call me forth when you find it. Whatever 'tis that rules these demons trapped here is bound to be strong. We have to make sure their numbers are greatly inferior to ours." He added with a grin on his face.
As soon as he had spoken, he picked up his axe, holding it steady, and ran towards a group of two red-skinned fallen. The first one was knocked down on his back with a kick from Tilika's mighty boot. Tilika raised his axe, all the while he managed to kick another back away from him with his boot. His axe fell down swiftly into the chest of the demon struggling to get back onto his feet. A gargling echoed through the cave as blood trickled from the wound of the fallen on the ground. Still alive, the ruffled second fallen charged back in towards Tilika, club held in one hand and a sharpened blade in the other. Again, the barbarian picked up his axe. He looked at the oncoming fallen with fire in his eyes and prepared himself.
Tilika groaned in agony as a club hit him in the back and he fell to his knees. He took a quick look behind his back to see what had hit him. There stood yet another red-skinned demon who had too easily snuck behind him. His lungs filled up, almost looking about to burst, and he howled loudly with a barbaric roar forcing the demon behind him to drop his weapons and stumble over his feet as he started backing away from Tilika. The demon in front of him had paused in his rush when he heard the barbaric roar.
"Now is my chance." Tilika thought, and jumped back up on his feet.
Bodies lie spread across the camp, the fog seemed to have almost eased out and not even a handful fallen could be seen. Algranon had already risen from the ground, and Tilika the same. With the refueled energy that now flowed through his veins, Tilika plunged forward to the nearest fallen, avoiding his quickly striking dagger, rapidly lifting a fatal blow to the demon's side with his knee. As the demon fell to the ground like a sack of wood, Tilika bashed its head open with a precise strike with his now crimson axe.
Scouring the field, he noticed the 3 other fallen fleeing for their lives. He pointed in their direction. "I don't mind staining my axe with the blood of those, but if anyone else wants to join in on the fun, this is the time." Tilika said with a grin on his face.
"Where are you wounded?" Tilika yelled at the necromancer who was pressing his hands against his head in agony.
Not getting an answer, he plunged forward to where the necromancer had dropped. The barbarian crouched down and grabbed hold of Algranon by his robe and searched for where he had been hit. He could see no trace of a wound or even a scratch on the necromancer's body. The barbarian realized Algranon was not hurt physically and instead focused closely on his face. "Is this the corruption's doing, or is the darkness merely tearing you to shreds, dark sorcerer?" He asked in a calm voice.
Completely lost in figuring out what was going on with Algranon, Tilika did not hear what was coming from behind him.
"We have not even come close to this Den we so carefully must purge, yet we are overrun each turn we take in these woods. Whatever awaits us in the depths of that forsaken cave, we cannot allow it to birth these hellish creatures no more." Tilika thought as he pulled his axe out from the dead body beneath his foot.
Sudden guttural chants broke the hideous creatures' obsessive snarling. As Tilika turned to head back to the others he felt something grab hold of his tunic from behind. Startled, he quickly turned his head to the left to see what had caught onto him. Soon before he realized a walking dead had grabbed him, another one came from the other side and grabbed hold of his right arm. Still able to move, Tilika flinged his right arm, and the reanimated corpse, down on the ground. With a thud the zombie landed on it's back on the bloodsoaked ground, and with his arm now free, Tilika put it around the other walking dead's neck, grabbing hold with his hand over it's face, and pulling with such brute force it's neck snapped and he could easily remove what was supposed to be a severly rotted head. The other zombie, still lying on the ground, trying get to a standing position, without the slighest sensation of fear or anger saw a gigantic foot coming down towards it's head, stomping it wide open with a gory splash.
The others could be heard swinging their weapons, cursing at the oncoming demons, fighting for their lives. Now soaked in blood, reeking of decay and death, Tilika clutched his axe hard and unlocked the small, round metal shield from his back.
"I'm coming back in, be sure to watch your backs!" Tilika shouted, fearing this attack would last them all weary. "Magician of the dark arts, prepare what spell you cast on the demons before or this battle won't soon be over!" He added as he went back through the fog to the band of brave travelers.
"Your party may be the first that has any hope of cleansing the den, and if Akara has sent you, then I will show you the way to the Den of Evil." The rogue said, followed by some crackling noises deep inside the creeping fog.
"They're here. To arms!" Tilika yelled and drew his axe from his side. They all heard moans surrounding their position. Something with quick footsteps started to near where Tilika was standing.
Tilika fastpaced turn around and with a beastlike roar threw down his axe from above his head down into what he thought to be one of the demons. "BEGONE!" He yelled, his axe plunging down into the ground, with a defeaning sound from the impact, he had actually hit plain ground.
"Fast on your feet, they're coming in greater numbers!" Raising his axe once again above his head, listening to what could be distinguished as some sort of conversation between the demons at hand, Tilika threw his axe forward into the fog, followed by a horrid, fearsome scream of death. As soon as the screaming stopped, what sounded like 20 feet started rushing at them from afront, yet no one in the group was not aware of what was happening behind them.
"I will not wash the blood from my axe with only one dead demon!" Tilika stated loudly and started pacing in the direction where he had thrown his axe.
As he passes where he had crouched down before, in front of the fire, he suddenly stops. Feeling the eyes of the others upon his curved back, certain they all await of him a spoken word, he opens his mouth. "Tilika Vyieturn, cunning yet ferocious warrior of the north." the barbarian says loudly.
Another smirk appears on his face as he resumes his way to the northern gate, relieved of what he just announced.
"Greetings, stranger!", the woman hollered as he approached the sound of steel in the making. Pausing what she was doing, holding a steelblade in her hand, "This demonic plague must've reached far, seeing the likes of you in this area. Might I ask where you're from?".
Intrigued by the steel- and leatherworks, Tilika smiles at the woman "Greetings! Such finely crafted swords and armors I have not laid eyes on for a long time. I heed from a small village not far from the mount Arreat upnorth. Primarily hunting food in my younger years, I've switched course to hunting demons now", he said with a jestful tone.
"Don't hesitate to ask if you want to try any of the blades, having a fully trained barbarian wield my crafts would be an honor."
The blonde-haired man smiled. "I'm Charsi, just call me if you need something", she added and went on with her business.
Brushing off the dirt on his already dirtstained tunic, he looks eagerly at the others, albeit not knowing their true motives for coming here. "Add me to your ranks if you want some thinking to go along with these brutes, 'ere", he said mockingly, "more cunning a barbarian you have never laid eyes on."
With a smirk on his face, gently pushing aside those standing in his way, Tilika makes his way to the blacksmith.