Topic: Two Small skirmishes, same Company. Rupert and Eberecht

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    After a somewhat tiring ordeal, Rupert finally caught up to the old necromancer. Rupert was not slow by any means, not even with his heavy helmet and chainmail. Yet the fear of death, even in old men, make a man’s legs move much quicker. The old necromancer made the mistake of begging for his life after trying to kill him and his brothers. Rupert was furious and hit the old man with his mace, strong enough to draw blood, and even dent his skull, but somehow weak enough for him to be alive. Rupert gave a chuckle colder than death as the old man’s eyes began to well up and his lips quiver with pain. Rupert had felt remorse at watching young, brash militiamen charging to certain doom, and even to hopelessly outmatched bandits, but felt no such remorse here. Defiling the dead was something that his company didn’t take to very warmly, especially Aldemar the Warrior Priest. As blood ran down the necromancer’s face, into his eyes, and onto Rupert’s foot, he gave the necromancer a merciful killing blow. After kicking the body into a “grave”- which was really just a two foot deep ditch with some dirt and gravel over it to keep any would necromancers from getting any ideas- they left, enjoying the loot and crowns found at the battlefield.

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    Eberecht cut down another skeleton.
    “Damned old, dry bones.” he muttered under his breath, as he crushed the skull of another cadaver with his cleaver. Then he finally saw what was making this small army of undead walk- the old, shriveled figure in leathery, black robes. The necromancer saw him, and beat a hasty retreat. Unfortunately for him, he was a frail old man with bones about as old as his soldiers’. It wasn’t hard for Eberecht to catch up. The necromancer carried a small, wicked dagger, as well as terrified eyes glowing with fear, a characteristic that his army of undead lacked. At this Eberecht showed a wide grin, and in one easy movement ended the old man’s life. Spitting on the body and leaving it to the crows, the Iron Crowns went back to Windau to receive their reward.

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