Level 01 ~ Feanthar cont’d

The stillness was suddenly split by an unearthly wailing, closely followed by the very earthly and terrified screams of the faithful in the temple below. Shocked from his reverie, Feanthar ran to the north edge of the Illuminated Courtyard to look down into the temple below. The air itself seemed to be burning and crackled with the unholy energies now choking him like smoke. Disarrayed clerics tried to mount a defense against the groaning army of the walking dead that now swarmed through the halls and courtyards.

Feanthar stumbled back toward the Miracle Worker in the center of the courtyard. How could this be happening? The Stellan Temple was warded, no undead should be able to enter or even approach the outer walls. Then Feanthar heard the thunder of the door to the Illuminated Courtyard shattering and was enveloped in a cloying cold as even the most sacred site in the Temple was penetrated. Before him stood a massive misshapen collection of flesh and body-parts that gurgled a command to the six armored skeletons with cleavers accompanying it. “Get the Staff!”

Instinctively Feanthar held his palms facing each other in front of his chest. “Heaven, grant us a miracle of eternal rest.”

The light of heaven rushed from Feanthar’s hands and destroyed the first two skeletons, whose armor and weapons clattered to the ground. But in a second the thing commanding them had moved with unnatural speed to knock Feanthar from his feet to a sprawled and bleeding heap at the foot of the Miracle Worker. Feanthar’s eyes were watering and everything sounded like he was under water. Was he going to die? It was faint, but he could feel a comforting presence. The Grand High Priest was there, and struck down the remaining skeletons with a single high level miracle. As the remaining monstrosity turned its attention to the elderly priest, Feanthar could hear Heaven’s Staff again.

He shouldn’t have been able to hear it with all the noise, not that he was actually hearing much of the noise at the moment. He just knew it was there. Feanthar tried to push Heaven’s Staff to the back of his mind until he was sure the Grand High Priest had defeated the monster. The old priest appeared unfazed even by the appearance of such monstrosities deep inside the Temple. But somehow Feanthar could feel the old man was afraid. He wanted to help, to comfort him in his battle, but Feanthar knew his power was far too weak to make any difference here. Feanthar couldn’t hear himself laugh when the priest enveloped the monster in holy flames. But he could hear his breath catch when from out of the flames the creature’s hand came agonizingly slowly to pierce the Grand High Priest’s chest.

Feanthar could hear the creature’s gurgling laugh, and the old man’s body hitting the stone. As he rose shakily to his feet though he also heard the grinding stone of the Miracle Worker’s sculpted hands releasing Heaven’s Staff. As the burning creature turned back to Feanthar, Heaven’s Staff descended into Feanthar’s hands, fortifying him with divine power and raising its holy chorus up in a single cry for retribution. Tears in his eyes Feanthar lent his voice to the staff as he pointed the illuminated crystal at the monster that had struck down his master.

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6 Responses

  1. Chelsea says:

    Exciting! I like your drawings.

  2. J.T. says:

    Frankenstein’s monster is leading skeletons to steal a holy staff? Don’t they know that holy magic and undead do not mix well?

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  4. I was wondering if you ever thought of changing the page layout of your blog? Its very well written; I love what youve got to say. But maybe you could a little more in the way of content so people could connect with it better. Youve got an awful lot of text for only having one or two pictures. Maybe you could space it out better?

    • davidludwig says:

      I wouldn’t mind some ideas along the lines of better visual presentation–heck if I could make it a webcomic or something that’d be sweet. But the problem is that the writing is where my ability is, and I don’t even want to go into the time investment it’s taken on my part just to get the current balance of pictures.

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