By C. L. Werner
Bloodthirsty vampire lord the crimson Duke is resurrected from his old shut eye to terrorise the lands of Bretonnia.
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Too few and too sluggish, Maraulf made up our minds. lots of the villagers had by no means even been in a tavern brawl, less a true life-and-death struggle. He may see numerous paralysed with worry, clinging to the partitions in their ditches like babes at their mother’s breast. If in basic terms the neighborhood lords had heeded him. If merely that they had despatched him a number of dozen men-at-arms and a handful of knights. Maraulf chided himself for his recommendations. there has been little need wishing for issues that will no longer be and there has been no experience berating scared males for his or her worry. All used to be within the arms of the gods. The crimson Duke’s assault got here in silent suddenness. certainly one of Jeanot’s conflict pilgrims observed them first. the guy had quitted the ditch to alleviate himself and are available scrambling again in the back of the defences, muttering a few corporation of lifeless males marching out of Mercal village. A minute later, the 1st of the zombies had seemed in the flickering ring of sunshine forged by way of their torches. Arrows introduced down a number of of the rotting creatures, yet even the way in which they fell, soundlessly and with a unusual movement extra like a damaged puppet than a demise guy, evoked a feeling of horror within the peasant bowmen. With every one volley, their taking pictures grew to become extra erratic and vague. in the beginning admirably actual, their archery grew to become as sloppy as that of any guffawing goblin lunatic. Maraulf and Jeanot have been forced to keep up a gradual movement of orders simply to retain the bowmen loosing arrows into the oncoming horde. regardless of the slovenly archery, the ranks of zombies have been thinned out significantly by the point they reached the earthen partitions. The undead scrabbled clumsily on the barrier, attempting to climb over the unfastened earth. Peasants and pilgrims crouching within the trenches rose up, using spears into them, transfixing the decayed creatures in order that pilgrims armed with golf equipment and maces may possibly spoil of their rotting skulls. Maraulf had dared to think they could carry the placement until eventually a moment wave of attackers seemed in the back of the zombies. those have been the fleshless husks of guys, residing skeletons drawn out from their historical graves. They bore heavier armour than the rags and scraps worn via the zombies and in each one bony fist used to be a sword of metal or a spear of iron. In numbers and armament, the skeletons a ways excelled Maraulf’s males. The knight’s blood ran chilly whilst he appeared prior the marching skeletons and spied their grotesque common. Seated atop a spectral steed barded in purple, his crimson armour glowing within the torchlight, the vampire’s face was once contorted right into a masks of vicious excitement as he watched his enormous host converge upon the peasants. Maraulf was once no stranger to the undead. throughout Bretonnia and past he had fought their foul variety within the identify of his god. He had penetrated the hidden crypts of a number of vampires and taken to them Morr’s justice. yet this creature was once various – this used to be a monster whose exploits had haunted Aquitaine for hundreds of years. This used to be no anonymous fiend of the evening, this used to be the crimson Duke, a black legend lower back to go to his revenge upon the dwelling.