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B4C49 - Nothing Runs Rampant
🕑 Added 2024-09-24 02:00:03 +0000 UTCHerath Jorlin stirred in his sleep. Something tickled at the edge of his awareness, a touch as light as the fluttering wings of a butterfly brushing against his cheek. He would never have noticed at all, left to his wine-induced slumber, if only it hadn’t persisted.
His brow furrowed in his sleep as the subtle feeling of wrongness continued to grow, to poke against his magickally sensitive mind.
Restless, he began to toss and turn, until finally he started awake, bolting upright in his bed, silk sheets spilling loose.
“What in the Divines’…” he mumbled as he blearily grasped at the strange feeling that had roused him.
His head hurt, his mouth was dry as a bone and he felt vaguely ill. Just how much had he drunk before bed? Fumbling for the nightstand, he conjured a globe of soft light with a flick of his wrist and took hold of the glass of chilled water the staff had left for him.
Halfway to his lips, the glass slipped from suddenly numb fingers as the Magister realised just what he was sensing.
“No!” he cried, leaping from the bed, all thought of his poor condition driven from his head.
He barely had the presence of mind to throw on his night robe before he burst out into the corridor, wild-eyed and shouting.
“Attack! We’re under attack! Someone is casting a ritual in the estate!”
Where were the family wards? They should be screaming right about now!
As if conjured by his thoughts, light bloomed throughout the manor house and the wider estate, followed by a loud, sustained trumpet call. What had taken them so long?
The previously dark and deserted corridor of the family wing transformed in a matter of seconds. Doors flew open as cousins, aunts and uncles burst from their rooms, each demanding answers or shouting for help. The staff arrived moments later, followed by the guards, who stormed in, weapons drawn, only relaxing a hair when they saw the Jorlins were unharmed.
“What is the danger?” the officer, easily identified by the red plume rising from their helmet, demanded.
“You tell us!” Aunt Patricia shrieked, white-faced, her two young children clutched in her grasp. His two young cousins managed to hold themselves together, though both appeared on the edge of tears.
“There’s a ritual being conducted on the grounds!” Herath exclaimed.
“Impossible! The wards–”
“Well they aren’t bloody working,” Herath said. “It’s… that way!”
“Do you know the form of the spell?” the officer demanded even as he directed his troops to rush toward the ritual site.
“Yes, it’s—”
Like scissors snapping shut on a thread, Herath could hear the moment the veil was torn open, and he could sense the endless hunger that dwelt upon the other side.
“—too late…” he groaned. “They tore the veil. An abyssal is going to come through!”
He had to give it to the officers, they were calm under pressure. A slight widening of the eyes was the only sign he had that this Soldier knew exactly what Herath was talking about.
“How long?” the officer demanded.
“No time,” Herath shook his head, “it’s already coming through.”
Expression grim, the Soldier turned and rattled off more orders, his followers racing off to get their tasks done, then he turned back to Herath.
“Are you able to reassure the family and get them moving to the bunker, my lord?”
“I’m a high level mage, you need me,” Herath refused. “Let me grab my items and I’ll be back.”
“We have our own mages, my lord. My lord!”
But Herath wasn’t listening. He raced back to his rooms and ripped into his wardrobe, flinging the various shirts and state-robes onto the floor until he found his enchanted Magister robes and staff, pulling them on as quickly as he could. It took a little longer to get his jewellery on. Insidious, unintelligible whispers had started to nibble at the edge of his awareness, and his hands were shaking by the time he managed to get his rings and amulet in place.
When he emerged again, the family was beginning to fall into some sort of order. Guards were busy escorting them out of the corridor and down into the secure bunker using the emergency staircase concealed in this wing. They tried to get him to go as well, but he refused, pushing his way past and then took off running toward the site of the ritual.
That’s when he heard it. An Abyssal didn’t make sound, not really, they weren’t made in a way that let them interact with the world the way even the kin were. Even so, he heard it.
A scream of utter wrongness reverberated through the estate, shivering in the air and twisting in Herath’s gut. He staggered, but quickly righted himself, and continued to run.
The scream didn’t end. It merely grew more intense, along with the whispers.
With his enchantments in place alongside his mental training, Herath was able to resist the worst of the effects, but many in his family weren’t. If the children didn’t make it to the bunker soon...
He grit his teeth and forced such considerations out of mind. If the creature wasn't contained, and soon, it could do unbelievable damage.
It’s in the barracks!
How in the world had someone managed to summon an abyssal while surrounded by the Jorlin family Soldiers?! It beggared belief! Adjusting course, he rounded a corner, and there it was.
The room in which it had been summoned was no more, the walls, the roof, even chunks of the stone foundation had been unmade, eaten out of existence by the abyssal. The creature itself was a nightmare vision, despite there being nothing to look at. Despite the grounds being fully illuminated by the wards, the abyssal was a creature of pure darkness, like ink. It pooled and writhed, lashing out with thousands upon thousands of limbs, some as thick as a tree trunk, others as thin as a wire. The scream rang out as the creature tried to consume the hated stuff that surrounded it, even as it was unmade in the act.
Soldiers had already begun to form ranks around it, combining their Skills to form a wall of light that tried to ward off the abyssal and keep it back. Orders were being barked, men shouted and screamed, some had already collapsed to their knees, blood streaming from their noses, while others clawed at their ears, wailing as the whispers drove into their minds.
Armoured mages had gathered two dozen metres from the beast, chanting in unison as they launched fire and bolts of magickal energy at the writhing monstrosity.
Herath rushed towards them.
“Spread out!” he yelled. “Spread out now! It can sense your magick!”
Some turned to stare at him, clearly unsure as to who he was, while others recognised him immediately and began to put some distance between each other.
Not a moment too soon, as a blotch of darkness arced overhead and stabbed down amongst them. One mage, too slow to react, was caught as thin limbs spidered out from the blotch and latched onto his leg. He barely had time to scream before the black stuff of unreality raced up his body and wrapped itself around him. In moments, he was unmade, armour and all, vanished from the face of the realm.
“Cast and move! Cast and move!” Herath shouted at the other mages. “If it touches you, cut off the limb immediately. You have a second or two maximum.”
Then he turned and raised his staff, uttering the words of power. Red light manifested at the tip of his staff before he thrust it forward, sending a sizzling beam of dark light into the abyssal. Sticking to his own advice, he immediately ran to a new location, ignoring the screams all around him.
The thing continued to chew through the barracks, latching globs of itself on the walls and dissolving them, but more and more it was reaching out, trying to find the people around it in order to consume them. The Soldiers had formed a half-circle, hemming the creature in and trying to press it into the barracks, content to let it eat the stone building and keep it away from the manor, but the footmen and women, despite their exhaustive training, were still more vulnerable to the mental attacks of an abyssal than the mages were.
As he blasted the monster with his next spell, he saw one soldier go down, screaming and holding her hands to her ears. For a moment, the wall of light flickered in that area as a gap was formed in the line. A moment was all the abyssal needed, stabbing out with a limb and catching a few soldiers around their arms.
One was fast enough, bringing their blade around in a glittering arc and severing their hand at the wrist; the other was not.
More and more of the remaining Soldiers arrived, throwing themselves into the battle against the creature. If only the full garrison still remained, they would have been able to deal with this so much more easily.
Herath cursed the summoner, cursed the heretics and cursed the Duke while he was at it. They must have known that the best of their Soldiers had been sent out of the estate, why else would they attack now?
Gritting his teeth, he took a risk and planted his feet, raising his hands and beginning a longer cast. He watched closely as the magick built, each word giving shape and purpose to the power that dwelt within him. An orb of ominous, dark red light began to form above his head, growing brighter with each passing moment.
Sweat poured down his face as he continued the spell, expecting a lance of pure darkness to stab out towards him at any moment. As he reached the final words, he was almost shouting, his voice shaking from the strain.
He directed the orb forward before he turned and dove to the side. Springing up, he broke into a sprint, looking over his shoulder to see a puddle of darkness connected by the finest of strings back to the main body. The orb floated forward, coming to a stop just above the writhing monster and discharging a beam of destruction straight down.
If possible, the scream emanating from the unthing grew more intense, rattling against Herath’s mind. Dozens of soldiers cried out in pain, and several were lost as they slipped in the deployment of their Skills.
“Wear it down!” Herath shouted above the fray, using magick to enhance his voice. “It can’t be injured, only diminished! Keep striking until there is nothing left!”
An Abyssal would rampage until it was no longer able to hold itself together, at which point it would collapse and dissolve, its body eaten away by the material realm.
All they could do was hasten the process by battering it with whatever they had. More mages were starting to follow Herath’s lead. Moving further away from the creature and taking time to launch more powerful spells.
Time and time again, the abyssal hurled itself at the shield wall, trying to get closer to the mages and the magick it could sense coming off them, but was repelled. In rage, it struck and screamed, lashing against the wall of light, which flared and rippled with power every time it was struck.
“Hold the line, damn you!” their officer bellowed. “Fall back and let someone else take your place if you can no longer stand!”
That was someone Herath recognised: Janus, co-captain of the Soldiers and the highest ranking officer left in the estate. At least he was still alive. As one of the highest levelled soldiers, he projected an aura of surety and confidence. Everywhere he walked, the troops stood taller, their minds hardening against the whispers.
At least the break in the weave was no longer of their concern. The Abyssal had obliterated the remains of the ritual in the act of coming through, removing the magick that had opened a path for it in the first place.
When he judged it to be safe, Herath measured his distance and raised his hands again. This time, he cast the orb from a safe distance. Though it tried, the Abyssal wasn’t able to get to him before he completed the spell. Once again, the orb flew forward and discharged its light directly into the inky centre of the creature.
With a shuddering scream, the creature shrank in on itself before once more starting to lash out.
“It’s starting to break apart!” Herath yelled. “Don’t relent!”
His words rallied the Soldiers, and a rain of magick began to arc overhead before pouring down on the beast, who railed and writhed, smashing itself into the shield wall again and again but failed to break through.
In desperation, the Abyssal whipped its limbs around, slipping past the edges of the shield wall and catching the outer footmen off guard. Several were lost in a few seconds, but that was all it took before Captain Janus was in position, planting his tower shield and bellowing defiance at the beast.
With one final barrage, the Abyssal collapsed yet again. It gave one final screeching wail, forcing Herath to clench his teeth against the pain, then began to dissolve, drifting into the sky like ash from a bonfire.
The moment it no longer held itself together, the scream and the whispers finally ceased, causing many to collapse from sheer relief. All around the courtyard, Soldiers stood, knelt or had collapsed entirely. Herath took a deep breath, then another, letting his jangled nerves settle a little.
Captain Janus strode through his men, offering a word of encouragement here, a tap on the shoulder there, but quickly found his way to Herath.
“You shouldn’t have been out here, my lord,” the Captain groused.
“I’m a Magister, Janus. I can fight a nightmare creature from beyond the veil if I want to. If my brother Nostas were out here, then you’d have something to complain about.”
“We are here to protect the Jorlins, not let them fight alongside us,” Janus said, eyes steady. “You are not to risk yourself unnecessarily.”
“Alright, fine,” Herath said, holding up his hands. “I’ll head to the bunker like a good little lord. I’ll leave the glory of catching the villian to you.”
“As it should be,” the Captain grunted. “Though we may need your help afterwards. The family wards should have blocked any ritual taking place within the estate.”
“You’re right, they should have,” Herath nodded, looking up to the peak of the manor.
A dome atop the house contained the many powerful arrays that could be deployed in the defence of the estate. The magick suppression should have kicked into effect the moment the ritual had begun.
He opened his mouth to say something, then froze halfway.
“Another ritual,” he whispered.
“What? Where?” barked the Captain.
“Inside the manor! Follow me!” Herath yelled, taking off at a sprint.
“Get in the bunker, you fool!” Janus shouted from behind, but quickly turned to roar at his troops.
Much faster than he, the Soldiers were on his heels in an instant, but all Herath could think of was how. How had someone managed to defeat the wards, not once, but twice? Even he had barely managed to sense the rituals until they were almost completed!
Inside the building, past weeping maids and white-faced pageboys, Herath ran until he came to a skidding halt just outside the ballroom.
Janus and another officer crashed into the grand doorway with their shoulders lowered.
The doors blasted open to reveal an arch of bone occupying the centre of the floor, a door lodged in the middle.
And a man, lowering his hands.
“Herath Jorlin?” the unknown mage said, turning towards them. “Your friend Poranus told me about you. I’ve been wanting to speak with you for some time.”
Then he reached out and opened the door.
From within emerged a skeleton, but not just any skeleton. It was enormous, as if the bones of a giant had been used to craft it. Twice as tall as a man, it had to hunch low to squeeze itself through the door. Silent as a tomb, it stepped toward the soldiers, a black blade that trailed dark smoke clutched in one hand.
“Let’s chat, shall we?” the mage said.
Comments
DrDankness
Aww yes. Tyron the careful is FINALLY after hundreds of chapters starting to flex his power. Hes almost at gold rank. Its time for some exp and material farming.
Suastes Jiménez Miguel Angel
Tyron is definitely becoming bolder than recommended... again.
alt31415
"They tortured his family to death." "Okay but he should just get over it and let them get away with it."
Macronomicon
goddamn, you're good at getting me pumped for the next chappie!
John goode
I can’t wait to see what his new undead can do. I almost feel bad for those guards. Almost lol
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter!
Gopard
@ Dan K Actually I think that really doesn't apply here... If anything it would be pleasing an abyssal by giving it the opportunities to devour souls inside their realm. Because after an abyssal tore through their ranks and obliterated the souls and bodies completely is I think pretty much the worst possible baseline for "new materials". So I agree with everyone thinking this was a targeted strike at Herath and the information in his mind!
Buck
At this point in the story, Ty is really starting to live the old saying, “When seeking revenge, dig two graves.”
Nathan Patrick
Kinda late in the chapters to post this but I've been thinking about Dove and his growth. Please let his "python" be somehow tied to his new summons. That would be hilarious.
Runaway_Cactuar
If he wants to complete his revenge and kill the Duke and beyond, he should care.
Gabus Deux
Go go power rangers
CentaureHeart
It's a construct, unless it's later specified that it's a revenant or a Wight then it has no soul just like the basic skeletons. This construct is more complex though.
ImYou
Whatever the vampires did to him made him more ruthless
Brandon14754
@Runaway_Cactuar while that is true tyron doesn't actually seem to care about how the war is going for the rebellion so unless the three gave him a direct order I doubt he thought of that too much
Sean Hibbitt
That depends on if it's a wight or something. Id bet it's just a larger skeleton with some changes
Sean Hibbitt
Ooooos love this
Buck
So true! 😂😂😂
Buck
Outstanding! Always wondered why Tyron did not take advantage of summoned Abyssals more often. Very ominous final line, “Let’s chat, shall we?”
Bernhard Höhmann
Love the bone giant, but when do we see it fight lol
Dan K
That and the many soldier/mage bodies and souls he can use to make more powerful skeletons.
PlumBum
Epic!!!
Runaway_Cactuar
Ty blew past the "Are we the baddies" character development and went straight into "Anakin Skywalker at Jedi Temple"
Runaway_Cactuar
I mean, it's not like the gruesome slaughter of a Noble family is nothing- you think Noble families are going to keep sending their best troops to the Duke when news of this gets out? This is a massive psychological blow to the enemy war effort.
Dan K
Likely several weaker ones bound to a more powerful one. Weaker souls to power and move the limbs with a stronger soul to control them. That’s my theory at least.
Rahsheem Reid
I wonder if it’s one soul in there or many fused together.
Ignacio Fuentes Álvarez
yeah, as I was reading I couldn't think of a motivation for Tyrion to infiltrating the state, even the mass slaughter of a noble family seemed a little out of character, it just too much for little gain, but in the final scene it becomes clear, Tyrion is aiming for Herath himself since he knows of him when Tyrion manipulated the mind of Poranus, plus the combat test of the giant skeleton is a nice bonus for Tyrion, two birds, heck even three with the abyssal summoning, with one move.
Andrew
Thank you!
Brandon14754
I looked up the name Poranus and found out he and Herath were magisters in the tower at the start of the purge, this guy's soul is filled with recent insider knowledge of the tower and how brands work, I know think him or maybe just his soul is the single target of this raid
Ignacio Fuentes Álvarez
At first I thought that Herath caught Tyrion early, but then an abyssal was the thing Herath sensed and all I could think was where is Tyrion? and then it dawn on me, the bunker, the abyssal was a diversion and Tyrion is massacring the Jorlin family
Brandon14754
if he could somehow make it so he could write the rituals in one spot and then activate them from other places that could be huge as he could activate multiple of these first before anyone notices
Wensber
Thanks for the chapter!
Rahsheem Reid
Wow… wayyy beyond my expectations. Summoning the door in the last bit was a nice touch.
Patrick
Damn cliffhanger.............
Conspirant
Lfg
Ian Levy
Ooo it’s going down
Taylor
The wait for a bone giant throughout this series has been indescribable. I am so happy that we finally get to see one!
braeden winstead
Let's goo finally some interaction with the last faction, thanks for the chapter!
