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  1. Sigismond Varoche cackled, "You ******* heretics, YOU WILL BURN IN HELL!" the Roach violently shook his head, "You would demand secular investure? You demand the defrauding of the church from true righteous holymen? Shame on you, this is beyond evil."

  2. Vanquishing of the Pale Undead

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    13th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1899

     


     

    Sigismond had made his way down the coastal road from Eastfleet, quickly coming into Camp Baltas, his back ached from a wound sustained the previous month. An undead had infiltrated their humble camp, and had tried to kill his duke-to-be. In the battle that ensued the lich had stuck a dagger into the Roach’s back, and now it was beginning to feel quite awful. Sigismond looked to the sea, taking his mind from the present for a bit as he took in the vastness of the great body of cerulean blue… he almost found himself lost in it, however something quickly brought him back to reality…

     

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    As he came upon the door to his camp his singular eye spotted a reviled group of undead, he cursed under his breath having also spotted the lich from the previous month. The undead group had started to enter through the door, one lingered through having spotted him as he held up a crossbow, aiming at Sigismond, the Roach quickly stepped to the side behind a pillar, biding his time. And it seemed he did not have to bide long, for his friend Stefan Euler had returned from hunting rabbits out in the woods, the Euler looked dumbfounded for a moment as he held a stick with number of rabbits over his back, with haste he had dropped them and joined Sigismond behind the pillar, out of aim of the lingering undead who guarded the door. Though the undead soon closed the door, obviously lying in wait for them to enter.

     

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    Sigismond spoke quietly to Stefan, as he began to sneak to one side of the door, “Come Stef, we must save our brothers.” he looked to the door, “Let’s switch sides,” the Euler nodded, they quickly switched and the Roach spoke, “I’ll open the door and you’ll stab at it,” Stefan had already drawn his slayer steel greatsword, the sword pointed at the door he held a knowing look upon his visage. As the Roach yanked the door open and Stefan lunged forward, the undead menace evaded the strike, stabbing the poor Euler with a dagger causing him to stumble back as the creature moved forward. Thinking swiftly, Sigismond slammed the door into the skeletal being, trapping it. By this time a number of different Adrians had returned to the camp and a few travelers had stopped at the commotion joining in on the battle, they began to attack the undead at the door, pushing it back and onto the floor several feet from the entrance the living began pouring in, soon surrounding the evil closest to the door.

     

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    Quickly a storm of sounds fell one of the undead who had been surrounded, while the brother of Sigismond, Quintus, and also the Euler Stefan wrestled with the one that had been at the door. It was the last one though that was the greatest threat. The Adrians lined up, marching towards him, Sigismond had flanked about the flag pole having drawn his aurum longsword, though he held it rather awkwardly with his left hand.

     

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    The Pale Lich had begun to charge a massive spell, one of quite powerful proportion. The being was off by some distance, with the main body of the group still quite the distance and only just beginning to prepare its own assault against the creature. They were not fast enough however as the undead raised his staff and began to power a massive spell, one strong enough to knock the descendant forces off their feet and to even break a few of their bones! And break bones it did as it was cast forth, sending the huddled group sprawling, most laid upon the ground far now from the last trouble. A few lay out of the blast though, one most notable the Roach Sigismond, whom held a slayer steel blade, rather awkwardly as he was injured but nonetheless he pushed the opening he had and plunged the sword into the lich’s head. Green energy began to seep from the lich, as it decayed in an almost magnificent array of green, the creatures vanquishing resulting in the land it stood being tainted… Sigismond looked upon the remains of the creature for but a moment before he fell to the ground, writhing in pain having exhausted his little strength.

     

    Most importantly though, the Adrians were victorious that day, even though they were battered and injured they prevailed against true evil.

     


  3. Demetrio looked through his memories, his visage aged and decrepit as he thought of his time in Adria as the golden years of his life, from his short time in Belvitz, and longer time spent in the golden city of Ves. He shook his head, pondering to himself, "Why-a did those damned-a Pertinaxi have to ruin a good thing, truly-a evil si si, if only their aiim was worse,his gaze looked for his twin, though he knew his soul was certainly doomed to the deepest depths of the Nether.

  4. Sigismond Varoche shook his head, placing a hand upon his his forehead, "Dio mio, must these warmongers and tyrants plot against Aaun at every step? Surely they will burn in hell for these trangressions against their faithful brothers of the faith," the Roach patted a beagle that sat in his tent before once more pondering to himself, "Alas all they care for is blood like brutes, they would rather slaughter their brothers then the true enemies of Humanity."

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