Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

That day, when her entire crime empire was quite literally torn to pieces, when that amalgamations of twisted bones rose from beneath the earth before escaping, this had been her first encounter with an undead, this being had gone unseen since then but she had made certain inform her new employer, namely Agilulf Wanneck but ever since she had heard of the incident with the students and about the details concerning one of the two oddities present, she had been certain.

She had also spoken of it, about her doubts of the plague knight, even if not especially convincing.

This mysterious knight had used a battle art that seemed to be a derivation of one of the arts that she had been keeping in her old office, before it had been utterly cleared of everything inside.

The culprit of this theft was rather obvious, the other undead that had been present, the one that had seemingly disintegrated of its own will to summon a shade of another undead, a rather tough shade at that, not that it had posed a problem but it had made her question just how strong the actual being would be.

Usage of this battle art had made her believe that somehow, the undead that should have been eliminated by its own actions was still on and about, it was true that its destruction had always felt a bit odd.

"Antieeld, I do know of a similar battle art, and it's user should be an undead, but the arts do not match, so to be perfectly honest, the most logical assumption is that the plague knight is simply an undead that was taught the art and modificated it" in the end, she chose not to tell what she really believed, mostly because it was just her guts that told her the undead she had met and the plague knight were one and the same, she had no real concrete evidence to fall back upon.

The young girl did not ask any further questions about this subject, instead focusing on the training, and once it was time to stop, she left to continue this training even further.

"I can sense a great art brewing inside of her, the more she seems to anguish over her fallen knight, the more it takes on a firmer shape" Ohrn stepped up to his lady's side, coming back from a lengthy spar session with Griar.

"Seems like your eyes have learned to finally discern properly" receiving praise, the elder froze in place.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Where are my four disciples?" speaking aloud, four young women stepped inside, not very comfortable wearing the traditional Tochi clothes, but Syklon wouldn't have it any other way.

After officially becoming a part of the kingdom of Tamaris, Syklon agreed to train the students and als impart simple arts upon royal knights and also teach some people arts that they would then teach upon soldiers, but of course, she also wanted things of her own, Agilulf Wanneck was very generous with her, what she was asking for was not anything ridiculous however, when someone offered their hand to you, it was only natural not to grab their wrist.

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Syklon had always wished to impart arts upon others, have her very own disciples but she needed them to have the talent to learn her very own style, her three elites had been good, but not the kind of good she had been looking for.

Here in Tamaris, it had only required very little time, inviting various adventurers teams composed of fairly young members, but not children, Syklon despised the recently born, even if they were knowledge sponges, interacting with them was worth too much energy and patience.

The one that had passed with flying colours was a group of four that even after being washed and dressed properly, still looked like four unwashed peasants from the countryside, or more specifically, from the sides of roads, the sort that could come out of bushes, grab your ankle and spat out an unknown language reeking of novel diseases.

Tahnee, Eppie, Cassi and Lynn, denizens of the not famed town of Throdqdmond, which had lost quite a lot of its inhabitants as most of its people had decided to enlist into the army, no adventurers remained and it was pretty much nothing but farmlands by now.

Having become one of the places where food was being produced hastily with the assistance of some nature-aligned elves.

Coincidentally, they had also come into contact with an undead at one point, which was curious at least.

"Alright girls, time to show improvement, arm yourselves!"

"Oh gods…"

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"Halt" speaking without threat, a paladin fully decked out in highly reflective armour raised one hand, stepping forward, the bright rays of the sun bouncing off his chestplate, none blinding the people approaching the other way.

This faithful paladin was in charge of guarding one of the entrances into the holy lands of Millipolo, theocracy that rested upon faith, faith for the silent gods.

"I am a paladin of Aletheia, do not engage in deceit, answer truthfully" he said, asking a few questions to an old man, letting him through soon after.

He stayed where he had stepped up to, noticing two figures approaching in the distance, emerging from the bright light of the sun.

A young woman, hair arranged in a ponytail, dressed in a simple dark robe and red gloves, the paladin was quickly able to guess that she was a priestess from Pezerx, not only because of her tanned skin, but also because of her missing left ear, a clear sign that she engaged in combat, as was common with the worship of the nameless sand god that was said to have been the source of every grain of sand in the desertic nation.

Standing by her side, holding a mace sternly, a gigantic, an absolute mastodonte of a paladin, immediately, the paladin of truth felt that it would be best to not make any sudden movements, as he guessed that this fellow was guarding the priestess.

The fact that his armour design was not in accordance with Pezerx was a bit odd, but to a citizen of Millipolo it was just a sign that all the faiths could be brought together.

He repeated the same words as before, the armoured man did not budge, seemingly staring straight ahead rather than the gate guardian.

"Do not worry about him, he has taken a vow of no communications, not considering himself worthy still to engage in the gift of comprehension" she said, reassuring him that her companion was to be trusted.

"I see! That is rather extreme…" clearing his throat, asking the first question.

"Is your faith in your god genuine?"

"Yes"

The truth.

"Do you intend to commit any nefarious or otherwise unlawful activities in Millipolo?"

"I do not, neither does my friend, he is in search of a luminary of his order, nothing more"

"What do you intend to do here?"

"I am only accompanying my friend, and acting as his mouth"

"Nothing more?"

"Nothing more"