The tentacle creature has almost killed all your troops, you’re too dizzy to cast a spell, you need to just bum rush this fool.
You run towards the front of the class where he sits and just narrowly dodge another tentacle beast appearing suddenly in front of you.
“…stop…stop it…you must stop…”
You tackle Quayle and something completely unexpected and disgusting happens. His body literally breaks like a fragile glass vase and all manner of insects and maggots come crawling out, mostly on you.
“EEEEYEEECAAAGH!” you yell trying to get them all off of you, completely ignoring anything else. Fortunately for you, whatever you did has stopped the temporal disturbance. The creatures disappear and everything else seems to go back to normal.
After stomping on some centipedes you notice Quayle’s head has rolled into a corner. Surprisingly it’s still alive.
“Thank you…you are the future…perhaps…” his head says before it just simply disappears.
You shake your own head at all of this. As much as you’ve seen during your time in the Dark Order, you’ve never seen anything like this! And you hope never to again. You’re still a little shaken. You take a breather while your few remaining troops wander about, but still obediently awaiting your orders.
You can’t hear anymore explosions; you wonder if Mr. Demar has won, you hope he has, considering you’ve been doing a lot for the “cause” so to speak. You exit the building and begin to walk over to the other side of the campus where the explosions were coming from.
You’re a little tired, but you feel like you might have to be ready for anything, so you raise more of the dead to protect you for possible battle. It’s almost so easy now; you barely need to concentrate even in this fatigued state.
You arrive to burning buildings and ruins of towers. Once again you see Catalina standing outside talking to a demonologist. After they leave, Catalina sees you and once again seems unimpressed by you. You think you’re warming up to her.
“Huh, took you long enough. You missed all the major battle while you were playing around with Quayle.”
“Playing around? You don’t even want to know what I’ve been through, and I’ll wager it wasn’t nearly as…disturbing as what you went through.”
“Doubt it, by the time I got here Mr. Demar had already lost Felsa, Trelik had betrayed him, and Sebastian was killed. Luckily I was here to provide back up for the final battle with the Dean. We’ve won, but Mr. Demar is very weak right now, I dunno if he’s going to survive his wounds.”
“Shit, sounds like I did miss a lot, so is Trelik dead?”
“Nope, the coward ran off when he realized he couldn’t beat Mr. Demar.”
“Can I see him?”
“Sure I guess, he’s in library, or what’s left of it.”
You enter the library briefly remembering when you came in here to seek more necromantic knowledge. Now you have more than you could’ve ever imagined. You see Mr. Demar sitting at a table looking through a book while he winces in pain while clutching his stomach. He’s bloody, as well as burned. He’s a mess.
“(Sigh) This didn’t turn out the way I planned at all. Of course those that follow the dark path never seem to get their way. I wonder why. Is it simple arrogance or is it just the cosmos balancing things out?” he says not looking up.
“Mr. Demar, those wounds, you really should…”
“I know what my mistake was, I was thinking too big. I should’ve concentrated on one dark art. Spread my attention too thin, and this mess was the result. (Cough) Thought I was going to rule it all…”
“Your wounds are…”
“Ah fuck it; I knew what I was getting into when I started along this path. I have no regrets other than trusting Trelik. Treacherous bastard. Heed my words, this path is not one of trust. You are truly alone. No matter how powerful you get, there’s always someone seeking to topple you and steal what you have.”
“Mr…”
Mr. Demar now addresses you directly.
“Listen to me; this is your last lesson. At least from me, because for what lies ahead of you will be the greatest test of all. You’re obviously a powerful necromancer, and you’re only going to become more so. You must take advantage of your powers, and do everything you can to survive and crush those who oppose you. If that means war so be it, but if you can achieve this through peace do not be so quick to dismiss it. Chances are this will not be an option for you, but anything is possible. Just never back down. You are a ruler, not a subject. The city is yours if you can hold on to it. The entire world is yours…if you can hold on to it…”
Mr. Demar collapses on the table. Strange that someone so powerful chose to die, since you get the impression his death could’ve been prevented with some strong healing magic. Did he feel that he failed and death was what he deserved? Was he deep down too cowardly to handle the hardship ahead? Or was he just tired?
You’ll never know for certain you suppose. You exit the library, where Catalina meets you.
“So what’s going on?” she asks.
“I’m in charge, that’s what’s going on.” You reply.
Catalina looks surprised at the bluntness and simplicity of your answer.
“Well, I suppose we could do worse…so what’s next fearless leader?”
“Good question.”
You run towards the front of the class where he sits and just narrowly dodge another tentacle beast appearing suddenly in front of you.
“…stop…stop it…you must stop…”
You tackle Quayle and something completely unexpected and disgusting happens. His body literally breaks like a fragile glass vase and all manner of insects and maggots come crawling out, mostly on you.
“EEEEYEEECAAAGH!” you yell trying to get them all off of you, completely ignoring anything else. Fortunately for you, whatever you did has stopped the temporal disturbance. The creatures disappear and everything else seems to go back to normal.
After stomping on some centipedes you notice Quayle’s head has rolled into a corner. Surprisingly it’s still alive.
“Thank you…you are the future…perhaps…” his head says before it just simply disappears.
You shake your own head at all of this. As much as you’ve seen during your time in the Dark Order, you’ve never seen anything like this! And you hope never to again. You’re still a little shaken. You take a breather while your few remaining troops wander about, but still obediently awaiting your orders.
You can’t hear anymore explosions; you wonder if Mr. Demar has won, you hope he has, considering you’ve been doing a lot for the “cause” so to speak. You exit the building and begin to walk over to the other side of the campus where the explosions were coming from.
You’re a little tired, but you feel like you might have to be ready for anything, so you raise more of the dead to protect you for possible battle. It’s almost so easy now; you barely need to concentrate even in this fatigued state.
You arrive to burning buildings and ruins of towers. Once again you see Catalina standing outside talking to a demonologist. After they leave, Catalina sees you and once again seems unimpressed by you. You think you’re warming up to her.
“Huh, took you long enough. You missed all the major battle while you were playing around with Quayle.”
“Playing around? You don’t even want to know what I’ve been through, and I’ll wager it wasn’t nearly as…disturbing as what you went through.”
“Doubt it, by the time I got here Mr. Demar had already lost Felsa, Trelik had betrayed him, and Sebastian was killed. Luckily I was here to provide back up for the final battle with the Dean. We’ve won, but Mr. Demar is very weak right now, I dunno if he’s going to survive his wounds.”
“Shit, sounds like I did miss a lot, so is Trelik dead?”
“Nope, the coward ran off when he realized he couldn’t beat Mr. Demar.”
“Can I see him?”
“Sure I guess, he’s in library, or what’s left of it.”
You enter the library briefly remembering when you came in here to seek more necromantic knowledge. Now you have more than you could’ve ever imagined. You see Mr. Demar sitting at a table looking through a book while he winces in pain while clutching his stomach. He’s bloody, as well as burned. He’s a mess.
“(Sigh) This didn’t turn out the way I planned at all. Of course those that follow the dark path never seem to get their way. I wonder why. Is it simple arrogance or is it just the cosmos balancing things out?” he says not looking up.
“Mr. Demar, those wounds, you really should…”
“I know what my mistake was, I was thinking too big. I should’ve concentrated on one dark art. Spread my attention too thin, and this mess was the result. (Cough) Thought I was going to rule it all…”
“Your wounds are…”
“Ah fuck it; I knew what I was getting into when I started along this path. I have no regrets other than trusting Trelik. Treacherous bastard. Heed my words, this path is not one of trust. You are truly alone. No matter how powerful you get, there’s always someone seeking to topple you and steal what you have.”
“Mr…”
Mr. Demar now addresses you directly.
“Listen to me; this is your last lesson. At least from me, because for what lies ahead of you will be the greatest test of all. You’re obviously a powerful necromancer, and you’re only going to become more so. You must take advantage of your powers, and do everything you can to survive and crush those who oppose you. If that means war so be it, but if you can achieve this through peace do not be so quick to dismiss it. Chances are this will not be an option for you, but anything is possible. Just never back down. You are a ruler, not a subject. The city is yours if you can hold on to it. The entire world is yours…if you can hold on to it…”
Mr. Demar collapses on the table. Strange that someone so powerful chose to die, since you get the impression his death could’ve been prevented with some strong healing magic. Did he feel that he failed and death was what he deserved? Was he deep down too cowardly to handle the hardship ahead? Or was he just tired?
You’ll never know for certain you suppose. You exit the library, where Catalina meets you.
“So what’s going on?” she asks.
“I’m in charge, that’s what’s going on.” You reply.
Catalina looks surprised at the bluntness and simplicity of your answer.
“Well, I suppose we could do worse…so what’s next fearless leader?”
“Good question.”
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