Dimyr's+Quest

Brief Description: On this Cold morning, Dimyr has recieved a letter from one of His Holiness's Zealots. They are going on a quest to exorcise one of Anarchintia's many tombs and want Dimyr to join. But this Tomb has been taken over and is a hot spot for necromancy. Little does Dimyr know this tomb has holds the treasures of fallen warriors......

Story: I jolt awake, the thought of a Geist on my mind. Damn, I can not shake this nightmare. I stretch my left arm out behind me and let my fingers wander until I feel the cold cuirass of my pet automaton Rhys. I draw my arm back and turn over onto my back throwing the covers off me. I swing my legs over the bed and walk out into the kitchen. Our house is middle class, paid for by the grand church. If it wasn't for them we would be living in the Underbelly... or worse the sewers. I see father making breakfast for the Twerp and I. I refer to my brother as Twerp because he is the troublemaker of the family, I remember one time I saved him from a pack of Hexon crabs down in the underbelly. "Hey, sleepy head" Arphos babbles munching on a piece of buttered toast. I hear clanking behind me and see Rhys walk into the kitchen. " =D <3" Rhys's screen flashes. I look at walk over to him and crouch getting to eye level. I rub the top of his head and check all of his vitals and servos taking gentle time to scim over them another time. " This came for you" Sonya says handing me a letter. I snatch at the letter. I notice the seal and immediately notice it is from one of His Holiness's Zealots. The letter reads:

//Dear Dimyr,//

//Greetings Dimyr, you have been selected by His Holiness to attend this journey with us. Your current standing as a Acolyte, will be promoted to// Inquisitor //after this journey. Take this into consideration, you might not come back. As you know Anarchintia is a hold your own place. We will have a native guide with us from a near by town, and will be traveling in with a Trade caravan. You will be expected to be in Aoex by tomorrow's sunrise. We leave at dawn.// //Sincerely,// //Royal Zealot Mox//

As I finish the letter father scoops a trio of Hexon crab eggs onto a medium sized plate. Then he places 3 slices of Esperian Yak bacon and a butter milk pancake next to the eggs and hands it to me. I hand father the letter to read as I eat. Rhys goes back into his charging station in my room. When father is finished reading the letter he sets it down, takes a deep breath. " Well we need to go to the market and get some supplies for you" He notifies. " I'm taking Rhys with me" I wiping my mouth and standing up. " Give me some money, i'll do the shopping my self" I say walking into my room. I write down a few things to get when i'm out. I take my backpack and a small crate filled with assorted bolts, old scraps of metal, my old Arc welder, my welding mask ,one of Rhy's spare arms and some other unneeded junk. I put on my Acolyte robe, grab my short sword, then my backpack I pick up the box. " Rhys stay here, you know how dangerous the Underbelly is" I whisper looking at him, I rub the top of his head and wipe dirt off his facial screen. I use my leg to open the sliding door that opens to the kitchen. " Dad i'm going out," I exclaim flipping my hood up with the motion of my head. It's raining, great the metal will get rusted if I don't hurry. I step out onto the cobblestone street letting my mind wander for a second. I look out at sea and see many boats of all purposes. In the distance I can see the sun peeking over the barren wastes called the Numidian Steppes, I shudder at the thought of it. I begin to walk down the street and then I duck into a covered alley way. There are ripped cardboard boxes, trash bags, dented trashcans, and old matresses stacked up against the sides of the alley. I see the elevator to the Underbelly and pick up the pace as I see more and more people getting on the elevator. Steam builds in the pipes and the lift starts to descend, I start to sprint, jumping over the occasional box. I slide into the compartment just as the doors close, HA what luck. The elevator descends by releasing the pressure that builds up when it is inactive. The elevator reaching my destination and I step off the elevator with a crowd of people. The flashing lights of the underbelly divert my attention from one sign to another. The signs read Bar, Fight club, XXX, Live girls, Clanky bolts repair, and much more. I walk towards the Clanky bolts repair hoping I can sell these parts for a few Dimos. There is a band of kids who are playing lutes, drums and Piccolo. Smiling I open the door and a bell rings. The goblin at the counter looks up, the store smells of grease, rotting fruit and Decay-a-way ( a spray that dissolves rust buildup). There is goblin totems and banners hanging off the walls and ceiling. He must be from the kalikki ( Ka-licky) tribe, they are masters at machinery. The Dwarves and them have a strong relationship, the dwarves shelter them in there mountain, the goblins repair and forge all of there equipment. " What you want fleshy? I don't got all day" He growls spitting on the floor. His voice is deeper than normal goblins, he must be a denleader. " I'm looking to sell these extra parts, they have been sitting in my room for a while and I find no use for them. There also is a Arc welder in there and my welding mask." I reply. Goblins are masters of haggling tourists out of there money. He takes a part that is 5 Dimos and sells it for 20, so I have to be careful with this one. " I paid 300 for the mask and the arc welder, i'm expecting to get atleast 275 out of it" I say just as I get the final word out of my mouth he shoots a reply. " 250" He scoffs picking up what looks to be a cup-link holder for a horse drawn buggy and starts to wipe the combination of grease, rust and Kos knows what else is on it. " 260 and ill throw in one of my rings," I smile flashing one of my rings. " No my price stay same, buy something or get out." The goblin's opinion stays the same. I shrug and accept his deal walking over to the counter and handing the parts over. He hands me a red pouch ties at the top with a bronze rope. I set down the rest of the stuff and propose a offer he would be crazy to resist. " The rest of the stuff in this crate is for sale too." I say, the goblin's eyes scim around the room. " But you can make the prices." His eyes light up, and a smile exposes his chipped, broken and yellow teeth. He gives a hearty laugh and picks through the of pile of assorted parts, sorting them into piles based on the price. " This pile 100, this pile 200, this pile 150" The goblins says while pointing to each pile. I think for a second and accept his offer. We shake hands and he gives me two more pouches filled with Dimos. I smile and walk out of the store, my pockets jingling. I pick up the supplies on my list and go back home. In my haste I almost forgot to get a worthy blade. I go to the blacksmiths and buy a Steel beamsword. I step out of the alley way near my house and I see a royal chariot parked outside of the house. I tilt my head as I walk up the stairs to the door.

I open the door and walk into the kitchen, setting down my supplies on the table. I hear voices and walk into the den where my father and two Royal Zealots are sitting and enjoying some of Sonya's homemade Tea. " Hello Dimyr" Father says after putting down his cup, I look at both Zealots and back at my father. " Who are these men?" I say puzzled my hand instantly goes to my sword hilt. " Ah, i'm sorry, I am Royal Zealot Mox, and that is Zealot Grol" The tallest and most decorated Zealot says bowing he uses his head to point to the other, smaller and rookie Zealot. His head is concealed by a Helmet that seems to be customized with drawings and quotes. Mox has a beard and long straight black hair. I place my clenched hand over my heart and bow. He does the same and He takes me out into the Kitchen. " Listen Dimyr, and listen closely, this is a dangerous mission. You might not come back say your goodbye check your gear, we are leaving soon." " Can I take Rhys?" I say looking in my room. Rhys is sitting in the fetal position in his charging station. Mox looks at me and then at Rhys. He nods and a smile explodes onto my face. With a hop skip and a jump I leap into my room, wake Rhys up and tell him we are leaving. He gives a tilt of his head and nods, I grab my bandolier with holsters for folding stake, holy water and a bible. I take the special goggles that have magnifying properties and hang them around my neck. I walk back out into the kitchen Rhys following behind me. " Rhys and I are ready, lets go" I say fixing my acolyte robe. Mox nods and motions Grol to form in. " Are you ready boy?" Mox says, I nod and Rhys gives a squeak of excitement. " Grol get over here we are leaving!" Mox snaps raising his voice as he opens the opens the door. I see a horse drawn buggy clopping down the street. " Thats our ride. Nows your last chance to change your mind" " I'm not backing down" I say standing up straight, brushing the hair out of my face. Mox nods and opens the door of the buggy, having me take the window seat. Grol and Mox take the seats seats infront of me. Rhys goes into the fetal position and goes to sleep. I swing me legs onto the seats beside me and lean against the window. I close my eyes and I'm asleep before we even get off the street. I wake to Grol and Mox talking about the situation in Anarchintia.

" We are going to a desolate tomb that is purposed as a training ground for Necromancers. The people of a near by village have contacted the trade caravan that goes to each and every town. Now we have been assigned to clear it out and lay these corpses to rest. We will get paid extra if we bring a Necromancer back for interrogation." Mox says, polishing his deactivated short beamsword. Grol is also cleaning his sword for the battle. I open my eyes and swing my legs off of the seats. I sit up, rubbing my eyes and fixing my hair, I move my arm and I feel the cold metal of my runic seal rub against my shoulder. " Where are we" I manage to say before I yawn. " We are just entering Aeox, we should be at the Caravan center in about 5 minutes." Grol replies holstering his sword. Rhys is clanking around the hull of the buggy. The buggy comes to a halt and Mox stands up and tells us to stay in the buggy. He opens the door and walks out to a group of local militia. " I take you are Royal Zealot Mox" The tallest man in the group booms. His voice sounds like when you throw a rock down a dark cavern to see how deep it is, and the rock bounces off the sides and makes deep echos. " Yes, I take you are the Militia that is escorting us to the Tomb." Mox says his hands at his sides. " That's right, and the deal is we "escort" you to the tomb, not go in and have your back. As soon as you step out of the coach, we resume our trade route." The tall man repeats. " Seems about right" Mox says shaking the mans hands. "Lets get going" Mox climbs back into the coach and shuts the door. I look straight and see a bunch of armored coaches and horses, crates of arrows and weapons, and much much more. The caravan leader motions the caravan to get ready, as the gate rises the archers on the watch towers load one arrow into their bows. The lead buggy motions to us to take position behind them, the gates open and we lurch forward. I close my eyes again and it takes a while for me to fall asleep but I eventually do.

I wake up coughing, smoke clouds the cabin of the buggy and I wake up, eyes and lungs burning. I stumble onto the floor and gaze at Mox and Grol, who are also coughing and wheezing. " What in... Kos' name happened!" I curse " Hold your to Tongue boy!" Mox snaps " The Village we were being dropped of at was attacked by a company of undead legionares. The militia have broken off and started to help the citizens. The tomb isin't that far away, we can make a dead line sprint to the tomb." Mox says raising his head up to look out the window. Grol opens the door and we all stumble out. Rhys follows behind me and Mox looks at all of us. We nod and I pick Rhys up and put him on my back, he extends his arms and legs and turns into a portable mana amplifier before we run. " GO!" Mox bellows. I'm gone before Mox even gets two steps in. When Grol and Mox catch up we are about 20 feet from the tomb. I quickly gaze at the burning town and I see two legionares stabbing the guide and militant guarding him to death. I draw in magic through my runic seal and into the palm of my hand. I fire a small arrow head made of fire towards them. It hits them and explodes into a pillar, annihilating them flesh and all. A sharp pain emerges in my right calf, causing me to stumble. We get to the doors of the tomb panting and tired, Grol tried to open the door but its to heavy to move. " Its Stuck!" Grol grunts. " Move!" I say pushing him aside. I brace and kick the door in the center as hard as I can. The door on the right buckles and falls onto the ground. Mox taps my shoulder and I turn my head, a squad of fully armed Legionares are charging at us. " GET INSIDE!" I scream shoving them inside. I put up a magical barrier that crumbles undead just as Grol leaps in. Panting we turn around and face the hallway that descends into darkness. I create a ball of light and suspend it above the group. Mox and Grol take unlit torches from the walls, I summon a spark from my fingers placing the fallen sparks onto their torches. We descend down the dark, cold and mortifying hallway. The hall leads to a huge lobby, with opened and unopened coffins stacked along the walls. " Monsters, they have no respect for the dead" Mox spits. " Agreed" Grol and I both say. Rhys gives a nervous squeak, I spy two more doors that lead to different corridors. " Grol and I will take the door on the left." Mox says putting out his torch. He sticks the remainder onto his belt and Grol does the same. " Then Rhys and I will take the door on the right" I say clenching my hand into a fist. The orb of light above us shatters like glass and falls onto the floor quickly vanishing. Mox nods and we go our different ways, I open the door with ease trying not to make them creak. I draw my shortsword and twist the cap at the end of the hilt, energy shoots into the blade and the fiber that outlines the blade causing it to give a faint glow. I creep down the stairs to what appears to be a dimly lit chapel. Banners with necromancer clan crests are hung from every rafter and there is a low hum of chatter. I go into a crouch and slide behind pile of overturned coffins. " What is going on?" I whisper to my self. I peek my head up and see there is a whole group of necromancers and there meat puppets here. I hear a whistle, I look up above to the rafters, Mox and Grol are there waiting for my signal. I take a deep breath, heart pounding I stand and draw my sword. "B-By the name of the grand church I order you to halt" I stutter holding my sword out straight, my hands shaking. I feel Rhys retract his head into his body like a mechanic turtle. " Lookie what we got here fellows, a priest of Kos. I'm gonna enjoy killing you." The head necromancer laughs. His followers all rise and turn to face me as one huge wave. " Crap" I grunt hopping over the overturned coffins. I sent a bolt of fire at the center of the group, it explodes and sends body parts of the dead and living into the air, I charge into the huge group alone. I see two figures drop from the rafters, knowing I have help takes a huge toll on me. I drive my sword into the torso of a zombie. The zombie moans and grabs my shoulders, thinking fast I jab my pointer and middle finger into its sunken eyes. It gives a howl as I retract my sword from its torso, I charge it full of light magic till the point its about to burst. I place my foot just below where my sword was and kick it into a small group of necromancers. The Zombie explodes into blinding light that fries anyone within a 5 foot radius of it, sending magic infused body parts through the air. I wipe my fingers off on my acolytes robe. Two necromancers charge at me with necrotic maces, I skillfully dodge them and dispatch my attackers with a counter balance attack. The first necromancer swings his heavy mace at me slamming into the ground beside me, I place my foot on the shaft of the mace keeping it down then I lunge my Blade into his chest, the second necromancer conjures a fireball and fires it at me. With quick thinking I remember my deflection training, with a flick of the wrist the fireball is redirected back at him with double the power it slams into him and turns him into a human marshmallow. Mox and Grol are standing back to back slashing and hacking away, out of the corner of my eye I see a flash, a lightning bolt wizzes by my head cracking into the coffin behind me. I see the grand Necromancer go to escape and I fire a surge of water at him it misses him by the skin of his teeth, I push my way through the crowd and tackle him. " Mox, give me your handcuffs!" I nag holding the Necromancer down. He squirms some more and I slam his head into the ground, Mox throws the enchanted handcuffs at me. I catch them and in one motion I cuff the necromancer. I pick him up and he tried to

break free. I grab him by the back of the collar and smash him against the wall face first knocking him out. He falls to the floor, and I turn to Mox and Grol joining there formation. " Hows it going?" Mox asks slashing at a necromancer. " I've been better" Grol awnsers kicking a crawling zombie away from him. " How the wife and kids?" Mox chuckles slugging a necromancer in the face. " You guys are idiots" I sigh hacking at a necromancer. When the dust, blood, and guts clear every necromancer in the room is dead. " We need to bury these bodies" I say panting. " No these monsters dont need a burial. They can all burn for what they have done" Grol spits, fire in his voice. Mox says nothing and walks to the podium and grabs what appears to be a ritual book. " Mox, what is that?" Grol says kicking a dead corpse. " It seems to be a scripture book... we need to bring this back to the lab priests for further research, it seems to be in the necromancer language of El-Dar." Mox says puzzled putting it into his knapsack. I walk to the podium and push the tomb open, dust erupts from the decaying body. " I know this man... this is the mighty warrior Tholma he helped repel the once mighty group of necromancers called the scarlet enclave from invading Esperia." I inquire observing the heavily armed skeleton. His mighty sword Gutwrench lies at his side, on his finger there lies his legendary rings, Rockskull which is a onyx atop of a golden mold that used his opponents strength against them. His other ring Banefury which is a Opal that sits atop a Iron mold that enhanced his magical abilities. I reach down and take Banefury from his skeletal fingers. " Many blessing friend" I say placing my pointer finger on his head. I stroll over to where the knocked out necromancer resides, curled over onto his side. I pick him up and throw him over my shoulder. All the bodies are stacked in a pile located at the center of the chapel. Mox sprinkles the bodies with holy water to "Cleanse" the soul, he grab the torch from his satchel and lights it, throwing it onto the bodies. " May your life be burdened little in the afterlife." Mox prays. He motions me to start walking, I follow his orders and start to walk up the stairs, Grol comes to my side and walks with me. " You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you see something gruesome?" Grol asks. " Yea, why?" I reply. " Well, I just got it... and it feels weird like butterflies, and I got a feeling in my throat when you dry swallow a pill I don't think I can do this anymore..." Grol says, the hint of remorse heavy in his voice. " Well get used to it, your gonna see it alot. Just learn how to shut it out." Mox says from the bottom of the stair case. I observe the ring as it glistens in the torch light. Grol reaches the surface and the light floods in like a tsunami. The Anarchintians have repelled the Army of legionar

es, but with a heavy toll. There are piles of dead bodies, and even more wounded, Mox reaches the top of the stairs looking onto the warzone. " Grol watch him" I order putting the necromancer down. Grol looks at me and sits down right next to him and looks at him. Mox and I stroll into the crippled town pockets full of dimos and willing to spend every one in good nature. There are stalls that have dried fish, swords, some strange looking herbs and other random stuff. I walk up to the stall with vials and jars labeled Medicine and curiously I take some and ask "what is it?" " It's a blend between two common herbs. It helps neutralize bacteria and infection in a wound, it is very helpful for people in this land." She replies her Esperian and Anarchintian accents clashing, taking out a Pestle & Mortar, some colored herbs, a bottle of water and a greyish liquid. She begins to crush the red-ish leaf into dust, when that is done she takes a extra empty bowl onto the tabletop. She pours the greyish liquid into the bowl and puts the other herb onto the bowl to soak. After a few minutes of letting the herb soak she takes it, rings it out into the bottle. She puts the cap on and swishes the compounds inside around, then up and down to insure that all the ingredients are equal. I see a Caravan of royal Zealots pull into the front gates, medics and priests flood out of the troop carriers tending to the sick and wounded. I see Mox and Grol talking to what appears to be the commanding officer of the small force. I take the potion, laying down a 5 dollar dimo, leaving the stall I walk over to confront the commanding officer. " - and they necromancers have been exterminated." Mox finishes. I tuck the potion in my knapsack, I fix my robe and greet the commanding officer with a firm handshake, I bow after finishing the hand shake. " Helma ( Hello in Esperian) Acolyte, I am Grand Abolisher Valax" The man in the Guilded greenwich armor introduces taking a 45 degree angle bow. " Helma, we have done what you have asked. The necromancers have been removed from the tomb, but a evil presence still lingers around. I suggest you bring all of your priests to exorcise this Tomb..." I preach. " I will bring this up to the Grand Justicar." Valax says stroking his goatee. " We were thinking to fortify this cluster of towns near the Esperian border... we can run it by the council of the towns." " Are you sure they will listen" I say taking a sip of my canteen.

" For all we've done? They have to repay us some how" Valax smiles. More troop transports pour into the village, some passing through, there courses journey elsewhere. " It's getting dark, we should start to head back." Valax says opening the hatch out back of the Troop transport. Grol, Mox and I step in. Rhys crawls off my back and sits in the fetal position going into rest mode. I stretch out onto the bunks in the hull, pulling the blanket over me. My eyes shutter shut and the graceful bliss of sleep over comes me. I'm awoken by Mox shaking me gently. " Wake up, we are at your house. It's midnight" Mox says. I stretch and pull the blanket off me. Rhys is waiting in the bunk under me I hop down and rub my eyes. Grol and Valax are still asleep, I silently sneak out of the hull with Rhys in my arms. I wish Mox farwell until next time, the hatch closes and I open my door. I kick off my shoes and silently sneak into my room. I let Rhys down he goes into his charging station. I take my robe off and change into my night attire. I clear my throat and notice it is bone dry. I go to the kitchen to get a glass of water when I see fine wine. My eyes dart about trying to resist the temptation of drinking. " Meh, what's the worst that could happen" I smile grabbing the wine bottle. I strut into the Living room and turn on the T.V. the volume is blasting. It startles me a bit but I manage to get the volume down before anyone is awoken. I kick my feet up, open the bottle and begin to drink laughing every now and then at the corny jokes on T.V. I hear the fridge open in the kitchen and my heart stops beating for a second. I place the bottle on the table and " Fake" sleeping. The pitter patter of little feet slowly come into the living room. I feel someones eyes watching over me, someone takes a breath and says " I know your awake" My eyes crack open to see Arphos standing at the foot of the couch. I sit up, knowing i'm caught. " Don't tell Dad or Sonya, Please" I burp, taking another drink of the Wine. Arphos gives a cheeky grin and in one slick motion I have him by the back of the neck. " Remember the time I saved your sorry ass in the underbelly? You still owe me" I snarl, by the smell of my breath it looks like hes getting contact drunk too. "This is some strong stuff" I chuckle, Arphos struggles and I hold tighter. " Fine.." He wines. " Thank Kos" I say sitting down on the couch and taking another sip. " I'll keep my mouth shut... for 50 dimos" He chuckles. " You drive a hard price kid" I say fetching a 50 dollar Dimo from my money pouch. I flick the coin into his palm, his smile looks as if its going to tear his face in half. " Now go to bed!" I say finshing off the bottle. " Oh, Dimyr... I got you this" Arphos squeaks tossing me a weird looking piece of machinery. " I found it in a old warehouse in the industrial district... it's payback for all of the things you've done for me" he stands in the doorway for a few more minutes watching T.V. he goes back into his room after the commercial is over. I observe the part with the eyes of a hawk looking for clues, until I see a label with dirt smudged over it. I wipe the dirt off and almost drop it when I see the title. The title reads //Communication Mod.// There is a seal in the top right corner that reads Maxxus corp, I get off the couch and walk into my room. I see Rhys in his charging station, I walk over and shake him awake. " Hey buddy.. look what Arphos got you" I smile holding out the Mod. He tilts his head and scans the module. " You can talk english instead of those emoticons" I say. He looks up at me and a Emoticon of a smile comes onto his screen, but the smile keeps getting wider and wider. " In the morning i'll install it, I'm to drunk to try... I can't risk tampering with your internal systems." I chuckle. He is shaking with enjoyment at this point. I reach out behind his head and flip the power switch, His gears and motors stop running and his head relaxes into my hand. I slowly lean it back into the charging station, I close the door to the pod. I walk out into the living room and throw the bottle away. I lay down onto the couch and I quickly pass out because of my Intoxication.

//In the interrogation room// //precinct 29, Smith street Esperia 0678// //25:20 Southern time//

Mox and Grol are sitting at the interrogation table, locked eyes with the Necromancer named is Cornelius. " Now i'm not gonna tell you again why were you in the Tomb of Tholma?" Mox says giving a interesting look. Cornelius remains silent. " This isin't going to work Mox" Grol groans putting his head on the table. Mox looks over to the lab-mage in the corner writing down each and everything. " You Zealots are all the same" Cornelius smirks, no hope in his voice. " So he speaks" Mox says standing up and pushing his chair in. " The evidence is clear, how can you not see it you fool!" Cornelius says. Grol raises his head " They were trying to reanimate Tholma!" Grol gasps. Cornelius gives a cold hearty laugh. " You were going to have him as your slave" Grol continues, his voice trembling. " He would be nearly invincible, thankfully Dimyr put a holy seal on the tomb" Grol finishes. " And we would bring unholy wrath on the people Esperia" Cornelius scoffs darkly, he shuffles his legs causing the chains around his legs to rattle. Mox leaves the room and comes back with two cups of coffee. He sets one on the table for Grol. Just then Head Detective Saph walks in. " Sorry to interupt, but this is urgent" Saph said handing Mox a file full of information on Cornelius. Mox flips through the papers until he sees his execution notice. " We have enough information, take him away" Saph orders, shortly after two Cadets walk into the room and grab one of Cornelius' arms and lead him out of the room to execution. " Head Detective you can not do this!" Mox begs slamming the file onto the table causing the papers spread out along the table. " Watch me" Saph says shutting the door. " Give me ten more minutes with him, thats all I need... please" Mox pleads, holding the door open. " Fine, if you take one second more you will be stripped of your rank and started to rank one!" Saph shouts pushing Cornelius back into the interrogation room. He walks over to his seat and sits back down. The Lab-mage in charge of decoding the necromancer codex bursts in, handing Mox a translated version of the codex. " There is a necromancer stronghold in Kispa, underground there are hundreds of rot farms. The south entrance is the least guarded, it is near a graveyard in the woods. There is a drainage pipe that leads to a section of the stronghold that is strictly rot farms. It's best you attack from all sides to eliminate the risk of them escaping and shutting down other operations in Catha and Anarchintia." Cornelius sighs, knowing it's over. " Thank you, friend. You have restored your honor" Mox says placing a hand on Cornelius' shoulder. Saph opens the door and the cadets grab his arms and lead him to the execution room. Mox begins to read the translated codex, " Saph, alert His Holiness and Grand Justicar Elizabeth." Mox says turning the page. " Why?" Saph jeers puzzled Mox stands up and fixes his Zealot outfit " We are going to raid a Necromancer stronghold" Mox replies.

//The following day//: A small fraction of the Esperian army marches into Kispa and having the information of Cornelius they are able to find the entrance with ease. The assault happens around noon and the necromancers are caught off guard. The operation goes with little causalities for the Esperians, the necromancers on the other hand didn't do so well. Out of 500 necromancers stationed at the strong hold, 95% of them have been killed. 5% has been taken into custody and is being questioned, the court date is the following week.