Verza Juno's Story

Verza looked around him at the baron land, it was like a huge cavern under the crust of the earth. He was glad he had his Honor Guard around him, twelve to be exact. If he was alone in this place he would be scared witless. It was like an endless abyss that went on forever, and as the light fades, the beasts come out to play. And not in a good way. As Verza and his Guard scaled a hill of stone he saw pools of lava around. they were getting close.

About an hour later They arrived at the top of a cliff, the wind blew, it was odd it was like the wind was a supernatural force. Seemingly impossible since it was underground in the Underworld. Verza had concluded that it was probably a supernatural force like a school of fish would swim by, except it was souls floating by that caused the chill like the effect of wind. He looked out over the cliff and saw it. THe Necropolis.

It was like an ancient Greek city, it was carved out of the side of a mountain, lava flowed through a river beside the city. The buildings were Obsidian (Pure black stone) and like an Ancient Greek temple, except every building was like one. Pillars held the roofs up and there were carvings of beasts and chained humans on the buildings.

"We're here." Verza said.

Hans watched in relief as the High Priest hit his hammer with a blast of magic, halting its progress and making it fall to the ground. "Good. You are dexterous and smart." Hans blinked in surprise when he heard the compliment. He guessed he was dexterous for someone his size, but he couldn't remember the last time anyone had called him smart. He could remember at various times in the past being called an idiot or stupid, especially due to his inability to master all but the most basic spells, but never smart.

"I believe I will call you tiny. Make myself feel bigger." Hans couldn't help but laugh loudly at the joke as he took the High Priest's hand in his own and following his example in taking off his helm as well. The sharp, Elven-like features like features were met buy plain and blunt features, the blonde hair cut short. "How would you like to be my apprentice Hans?"

Hans went slack jawed as he was caught by surprise once again. "M-me M'lord? I... I mean... It... It would be an honor and a pleasure sir." Hans managed to stutter. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that he would ever be talking to the High Priest in person, and that he would even give him a nickname. For all he knew Tieva Elysium might come walking over to join the conversation. At this point Hans would have much rather have been on the field of battle fighting a legion of demons than trying to hold a conversation with the greatest man who had walked the planet. Unfortunately for Hans this unexpected turn of events had left his brain addled enough that he forgot to let go of Verza's hand.

Voult felt a commotion on the mid-levels and saw a few shattered dragon eggs. "Damn! You have better have a good excuse for harming my brood!" He roared while crawling up one of the large tunnels that lead to the dragon hatchery. Voult was very protective of the unborn fledglings because he was the oldest living dragon in the Necropolis, even tho none of the eggs were related to him by blood.

"Sir wait!" An adolescent dragon warned and then informed him of the situation that was happening in the Necropolis. "No, they aren't monster's. What you have described to me youngling are human Templar's." The wise Voult growled and then turned into his humanoid form so it would catch the necromancer off guard. "Ready the other youngling's for guard duty." He patted the dragon's head with his wing and flew up to the Necromancer's tower to see if a group of soldier's were protecting her.

"Hello? Anyone here, damn that's a lot a paladins." Voult looked at the army of soldiers that commit genocide in the name of an ideal know as 'good and evil'. "Impossible! That creature can't still be alive! No, just the next version of her." Voult saw a Templar, who resembled the former high priestess, talking to a younger knight. "No human, by any magic, could live that long without becoming a lich or change their gender." He gave a tiny chuckle and leaned back to watch the human's prepare for an attack.

That high priest is quiet something. Jikal thought to himself. He was commanding the soldiers from his base and saw all that his scouts did. The Templar army was...Impressive. His own forces were at the front, 120 of them at least. He began to mentaly command his soldiers.

Second platoon to the right flank. Third to the left. Push the Templars into a closed triangle to leave room for the raiders. Raiders will rush for the tents, armories, and food storage. Grab and run! Destroy anything you cannot carry quickly. Main forces will retreat when the raiders have done there job. Failure is not an option. He commanded them to do. 30 to the left flank, 30 to the right flank, and 20 raiders set to burn the camp to the ground. If that high priest expected to hold a seige he was crazy. One week costs tremendous amounts of resources just to hold. Surely the Templar knew that?