The Fury of Evil

[Winky Willis]

The three figures skulked through the shadows of the tall trees the taller a gaunt old looking bearded human his left arm was skeletal the ivory white bone contrasted with his jet black robes Kerracan Amen lurked behind the two heavily armoured dwarves. Kasur the dwarf and priest of Nergal rubbed a large lump on his skull he scowled as he touched it “Even mi damn healing hasn’t got rid of it… that paladin is gona pay for this.” Ebenezer the other dwarf and third figure didn’t say a thing he just growled under his breath and then quick as a flash hurled a throwing axe at a passing bird in anger, hacking it from the sky it slumped to the floor the pale dwarf stomped on it as he passed twisting is boot as it squelched into a messy pulp. Kerracan tried lightening the mood “If only paladins were so easy to crush” The dwarves turned simultaneously and scowled their anger at the human, these dwarves weren’t known for their mirth.

The trio marched on deeper into the wilderness Kerracan all the time watching the rear checking they hadn’t been followed. The dwarves carried on the spite filled grumbling Kasur spoke “ His god blesses him and he has help from the villagers.. We need a plan and a good one.” Ebenezer replied through gritted teeth one chipped as he ground his jaw together he spat the slither out ignoring the pain. “ He fights like a damn drow, sneakin up on us invisible.. He has no honour.. And worst of all I can’t hit him.. If I could just get a blow to land he’d feel my fury tenfold he’d crumple like a leprous goblin.” Kasur nodded and mumbled “Rati was always fighting him.. But the Paladin was younger then and not as crafty or wily ... Rati would taunt him into making mistakes..but that was Rati‘s way. Damn goblin kisser!” Ebenezer held his axe up dried caked blood still caked to its blade “I might as well be using a damn blade a grass ..” his black bearded face twisted into a what some might say was a grin but would scare children enough to flee in horror. “What I be needin is a better damn axe… an axe for smiting me a Paladin.” Kasur nodded in agreement “Aye… something blessed with our gods magics like his damn hammer…” Kasur rubbed the lump on his head as he finished his sentence.

Kerracan stood a safe distance from the dwarves he knew they were volatile and best left to their hate filled grumbling it was fine when they had something to hit but at present he was the only viable moving target. Kasur spoke again “What of your old kin that built the temple did they have any weapons?” Ebenezer’s mood went darker still as his thoughts drifted to his dead and molested kinsman “ My old kin… hmm.. No we had no weapons better than my axe.. Not with us anyway.. But the Engineer, my old boss he had lots of papers and books I think Lord Namtar put them in his temple perhaps in the there you might find something.. I dunno.. You check it out no one will be suspicious of you looking in books and stuff.” Kasur nodded then asked “Why would I not tell em about our idea….” Ebenezer looked at Kasur in amazement and signalled for him to think harder “ Hmm… yeah Loki or even Kell… we not be trustin them are we?..” Ebenezer added “ An Judas.. And Jacob for that matter…none of the snatchers or the drow…. Or the talking undead..” Kasur grumbled and coughed “ I be trusting the blessed of Nergal the undead…. I told ya not to be talkin like that Eb.. Ya need to keep them thoughts to ya self.” Ebenezer grumbled a reply “Whatever… but they don’t need to know. Remember we been told to look for anyone givin away secrets… lets just keep it to ourselves.. And we tell Lord Romar and Lord Namtar.” At the mention of Lord Namtar, Kasur’s immediate superior “Aye yes.. I will tell the High Priest.. It is only right you speak wi Lord Romar.”

[Loki]

(with bottom lip all a quiver) w..w..what.. you don't trust me?!

Nice story.. looking forward to the rest!