The woman he had saved earlier came back with mounted knights who looked at Madakos and reluctantly nodded. One of the Knights piped up:
“Well done lad, you will get your due reward,” the knight said, with a hearty laugh over his bushy moustache.
The woman merely observed the adventurer who had saved her from defilement. They returned to the town, and disbelieving eyes examined him, many a whisper repeated the events. Madakos immediately used his 110 gold coin earnings to go the best inn. He got enough for a bath, a large wooden tub, before eating a large meal of broth with venison as well as various root vegetables, he then proceeded to brush his teeth. He smelt like soap and was sufficiently full. He slept for a full day, the innkeeper had taken the time to wash his clothes, and even gifted him another set. He had overspent, giving her 20 gold coins. The middle aged woman looked with keen interest at the adventurer, short hair done in a pixie cut and was a comfortable weight. Nonetheless Madakos left in the night, amicably saying goodbye to his host.
“I must make my journey now,” he said, “I have a long journey to the coast.”
He left the town, and the guards were a lot more polite now, simply nodding, and some even smiling at him.
“What a strange guy,” a villager said.
“He probably just did it for the money.”
“Still good though.”
The conversations could be all be heard if Madakos bothered to listen, but he had to travel now. His satchel now had relatively heavy bags of golden coins. 100 Iron coins were equal to a silver, and 10 silver were equal to a gold. The bandits had been a particular nuisance so he had been given a fairly large sum; 5 small bags of coins, each with 20 apart from one that had 10, 90 gold coins in total.
If they rattle it might attract bandits. Oh perhaps that might not matter. My goodness death is not something I should get so used to.
He was being stalked by the adventurer woman. Braided brunette with knives in her trousers and extra knives in her jacket. Tamura was an adventurer, but in truth was somewhat of an opportunist, she was curious about who this man was. She saw him seek out caves and crevices which made her glower at him.
Is he a Necromancer? No. Necromancer magic has a dark residue not purple. What the hell is he? I don’t think the Orcs or the Ogres have magic like that either? Perhaps… no I shouldn’t speculate.
Undulating hills, and grasslands gave way to a clearing of sorts. In a suitable cave 2 constructs were placed, giving to a total of 9. He went to another cave to increase his total to 11. 11 Zira a second. Returning to the clearing, he made a rudimentary campfire which initially was a purple flame, that soon blazed into a normal red coloured camp fire, turning around to see Tamura right behind him, and completely losing his balance.
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“For fucks sake!” Madakos said, falling over.
“Wait! I’m not going to hurt you, I saw you lay waste to those bandits and I want to see where you end up.”
“You want to travel with me?” Madakos asked wondering what this woman wanted, “I am going to the Continent of Sand.”
He dusted himself off, and stood back up.
“The shadow lands?” The woman said aghast, “what could you possibly want there?”
“Peace,” Madakos spat.
“There are giant ants and scorpions that could devour you? Peace?”
“If I trust you enough, I’ll divulge exactly what my situation is.”
“I see,” she said.
Another figure with red eyes and who wore a crazed expression, ran at them with an axe, Madakos shot the fellow in the face. The man now smelled of smouldering flesh, twitching muscles spasmed made Madakos not take his eyes off the corpse.
“These Necromancers are crazed,” Madakos whispered, “it’s not the first one I’ve met.”
“They don’t seem too friendly I have to admit,” she said with fear in her eyes.
She had a slim body, muscular to do her job properly. She cut a piece of pocket out, revealing some letters of the Necromancer ally. She tossed it into the fire.
“Who are you?” She asked, “I think we should make our way to town before resting.”
“You think?” Madakos said.
The forest might have had eyes glinting from the bushes. Bushes rustled, and the occasional twig broke, this made Madakos and Tamura get ready to dart away; their muscles tense, their toes crunched up, ready to spring up from the ground to sprint away.
“This does not seem like a good place to sleep after all, what was I thinking. I thought I was just unfortunate before…” Madakos said aloud.
“What?” Tamura demanded.
They continued in relative silence, the sound of stalkers in the distance. She was not that much shorter than him, looking backwards and seeing faces in among the trees, blood on some of their gums, nonetheless they continued ahead. The dirt on the ground was damp enough to get stuck on their boots as they continued fleeing away from the Dina agents.
“That note I burnt,” Tamura said, “it said something about killing ‘the threat.’”
“The threat?” Madakos repeated breathlessly, “let’s just continue.”
So it’s him? He’s a bit too transparent.
Skeletons and Zombies could be heard clashing with knights up ahead. A knight came thundering ahead looking at the two figures.
“For the light!” A knight said, “Die fiend!”
A friend of the Undead threw an axe that took out the knight, the Lin soldiers now thought of Tamura and Madakos as enemies, allies of the Undead. Madakos shot purple fiery tendrils at the Dina agents but it made no difference, they were enemies of both now. The flag of Lin could be seen fluttering, a white flag with a golden sun on the top with golden beaming rays down, a majestic flag befitting of a polity of light; now chasing them with pikes and archers.
“Hahaha! Our kill, their kill!” One friend of the Necromancer’s said.
“Dina will be happy if he is killed. But only when he is killed. The Lich council will not be pleased if he somehow survives,” the Necromancer seethed, “dissolve away from this pointless fight, maybe those fools will do our work for us.”
