1.42

Erin sat in her inn, staring at the table. She didn’t have anything better to do. Normally she served customers, chatted, or played chess, but she couldn’t today.

They were all gone. Pawn had left for the city with the other Workers, promising to come back tomorrow.

He—still couldn’t move right. But the other Workers helped him walk and move and—

“Something’s different about him.”

Toren looked up from his table at Erin. He paused, waiting for an instruction and then went back to scrubbing.

“I mean, he seems different. He acts different. More confident, y’know?”

Toren carefully picked up a small beetle that had wandered into the building and squished it between his fingers.

Ew! Don’t do that! Just get rid of them outside!”

Obediently, the skeleton walked out the door. Erin tried not to let her stomach remember the sight of the orange insides of the insect oozing—

“Not many bugs around. But it’s winter. Apparently.”

It wasn’t very cold. Toren opened the door and walked back in, fingers clean, but Erin barely shivered.

“Am I near the equator?”

The skeleton shrugged at her. At least that was something. He generally didn’t respond to questions aimed at him, but he was far more useful than he had been.

Erin leaned over the table. She had no one else to talk to and at least Toren looked confused when she spoke, which was better than nothing.

“It was the chess. Pawn was totally on the offense this morning! Did you notice that? He was better—I mean, he’s still learning, but he’s taking chances. I can’t wait to see what happens if he and Rags play a game. It’s like he had a massive confidence boost or something. Do you think it was what happened with Ksmvr?”

Toren stared at Erin and then picked up the rag and dipped it into the bucket. Erin sighed. She leaned back on her chair, wondering how much it would hurt if she fell over. It would hurt more if Toren dove to catch her like he had twice before. Landing on floorboards? Ouch. Landing on bony skeleton bits? Double ouch.

Erin closed her eyes, and then her eyes opened wide. She lost her balance and tipped forwards, smacking her face on the table. But she didn’t even process that.

An alarm. It sounded—no, it felt like a tornado warning siren blasting in her head at full volume. But that wasn’t sound, it was the feeling, a high-pitched whine that told her she was in danger.

Erin looked around. Toren stared at her, holding the dripping rag in one hand. Erin knocked her chair over as she ran into the kitchen and grabbed the frying pan and a jar of acid. Toren looked up and dropped the rag when he saw Erin was armed.

“Something’s out there.”

He immediately dashed into the kitchen and came out with the sword he’d taken from one of the adventurers. Erin knelt next to one of the tables, heart beating out of her chest. The alarm was still going off in her head, and she felt scared.

Toren was behind her. He lifted the sword as he peered around the inn. He stared at Erin expectantly and pointed to the door.

“I don’t know where it is. But there’s something. Something bad.”

It didn’t sound like something was outside. Erin opened the door cautiously and peered out. She gestured, and Toren ran upstairs and returned in a few moments, shaking his head. She looked out her windows, and then threw caution to the wind.

She ran outside, standing at the top of the hill, staring around at the grasslands. Nothing. She ran around the other side of the inn and stared in the other direction. Then she had Toren boost her up and stared from the top of the roof.

After a while Erin jumped down and Toren collapsed as he tried to catch her.

Ow! Get out of the way next time!”

He helped her up and Erin stared around the empty grasslands. Nothing. The sun was still lowering in the sky, and it wasn’t even night yet. She couldn’t see anything. But she had felt it, with a certainty that didn’t go away.

“What was that, then?”

For ten more minutes Erin walked around, listening hard, eyes scanning the horizon. But she couldn’t see anything. And being out in the open was starting to bother her more than anything else.

Perhaps—perhaps it was a false alarm? Or whatever was happening was far away. Like…

“Maybe someone dropped a nuke? Or a magical nuke?”

Erin shook her head as Toren stared at her. No good.

“It might be nothing. Just—keep an eye out, okay?”

He nodded. Erin sighed and shook her head. She went back into her inn. But she kept the frying pan, the jar of acid, and one of the kitchen knives on the table.

Just in case.

 

—-

 

The dead poured out of the ruins, howling. They ran through the grass, the evening sun at their backs. They ran towards the city, arms outstretched, eyes glowing as they hunted for the living. To add them to their ranks.

The small shantytown that had sprung up around the ruins was gone. Broken timber and dead bodies were all that remained of the adventurers and merchants that had lived there. They had been cut down trying to flee in the first few minutes of the attack.

So many dead. Hundreds, all moving as one. This wasn’t just a horde of random undead monsters that had come together, or even a group under control of a Lich or Crypt Lord. This was an invasion, led by a single creature.

The dead ran towards Liscor even as the gates began to close. But they halted as the guards manning the gates suddenly threw down their weapons and ran, screaming. Something had touched them. Something invisible.

Skinner’s eyes shifted away from the gates and Rags ducked down and pulled the Goblin next to her into the grass. She and her followers flattened themselves into the earth, making themselves as small as possible.

Fear touched them, making their hearts pound wildly. It was a familiar thing. The Goblins peeked out of the grass while Rags whisper-shouted insults at them and made them keep their heads down.

Only after a few minutes did they dare look again. Far below, the creature known as Skinner had focused its attention back on the city. The undead were already pouring through the gates, and they could hear screaming even from this distance.

From their hilltop the group of armed Goblins watched the carnage. Rags touched the sheathed short sword at her side, but only to make sure it was there. She had no intention of moving from this spot.

Skinner was moving slowly. He had to pull himself through the grass, while even the Crypt Lords outpaced him. But he was the most dangerous thing down there by far, Rags was sure.

She saw the twisted, grotesque thing made of dead flesh twist its head towards her again and immediately crouched to hide in the grass. The Goblins around her shivered and held their weapons more firmly. Rags shook her head as she watched Skinner slowly drag himself towards the city.

It was intelligent. And it was deadly. She knew it in her bones. But more deadly than the city full of Drakes and Gnolls? She sat on the hill and watched as death poured into Liscor. Watching. Waiting.

Calculating.

After a few minutes, her belly rumbled.

 

—-

 

“Hm. Rags should be here by now.”

Erin checked the position of the sun in the sky, shading her eyes as Toren laid out plates and utensils. Well, one utensil to be specific. All Goblins needed was a fork, and that was only because Erin insisted.

She’d cooked a fine meal of pasta and sausage, or perhaps it was sausage and pasta. Goblins liked meat, so she’d made the pot mostly that, with some spiral noodles thrown in just to add color.

Erin hesitated. The food was warm, but she didn’t want to eat alone—or with Toren as the case may be. She could wait. Besides, Rags and her crew never missed a meal. They were probably running from Rock Crabs, or attacking helpless travelers. She should really talk to them about that.

Still. Erin glanced towards the window. It would be night in an hour or less. And the Goblins quite sensibly hated travelling at night.

“Do you think she forgot?”

Toren shrugged. He raised his head and stared in the direction of Liscor. He felt…something. A voice? A calling. But it was faint. He shrugged and continued setting the table. But Erin’s earlier warning combined with this decided the skeleton. She was right.

Something was out there.

 

—-

 

Close the gates!

The streets of Liscor were filled with the dead. Civilians screamed and fled or barricaded themselves in their homes as zombies, skeletons and other lurching forms ran through the streets. But they ran up against a wall of blades before they made it far down the streets.

The city Watch stood shoulder-to-shoulder, firing arrows into the crowd while armed Gnolls and Drakes held the front ranks back. The Captain of the Watch, a tall Drake named Zevara, shouted up towards the walls as she cut down another zombie.

“Where the hell are the other guardsmen? Why aren’t those gates closing?”

She bellowed as she chopped down on a skeleton’s arm, severing the bones. The guardsmen in front of her closed ranks and threw the undead back. A Gnoll ran towards Zevara and she turned towards him.

“Tkrn. What’s happening out there?”

He grinned, the fur on his chest matted with blood and gore.

“Fighting, Captain. We’ve closed off the streets like you said. That’s stopping them, but there are larger creatures out there.”

“Crypt Lords. They’re extremely dangerous. Shoot them down if you can. But what about the Southern gates? If they’ve fallen—”

Tkrn shook his head and Zevara shielded her face as bits of flesh flew everywhere.

“Sorry Captain. The Southern Gates are closed and we’ve got archers shooting down any undead that try to climb up. But all our guards on the north walls have fled!”

“That doesn’t make sense. I saw those gates closing! What could have…?”

A zombie shoved aside a Drake and lunged for Zevara, jaw gaping wide. She stepped back and Tkrn’s hand axe buried itself in his exposed brain.

“Close ranks!”

Zevara’s voice cracked like a whip and the guardsmen around her flinched. She pointed and more warriors ran forwards to fill in the weak spot in the line. Not all of the Watch was fighting. Zevara had kept several groups back, spread around the city to fill in weak spots.

Now she raised her voice as more undead ran down the streets and hit the ranks of armed warriors hard.

“Are you human cowards or guardsmen? Put your tails into it!”

The Drakes and Gnolls heard her and answered with a roar. They pushed the undead back several feet and Zevara turned back to Tkrn as he wiped the hand axe on his fur.

“What else?”

He grinned at her, showing his teeth.

“The adventurers are asking what they can do. They’re fighting with our people—but poorly. There aren’t many good teams around.”

“Have them pick off any stragglers that break through. We’ll hold the line here and push forwards. Now, where’s Relc?”

“He’s holding them off down Tessaract Street.”

Zevara grunted.

“Good. They won’t get through that way, then. But this is insane.”

She pointed to the massive gates, visible from where she and Tkrn stood.

“We shouldn’t be fighting in the streets! If we can get close to those gates and close them these undead will die outside the city. Why the hell are they still open?

Tkrn growled.

“Many of those large things are standing next to the entrance. We cannot kill them and more keep coming.”

“Crypt Lords standing guard? That’s…”

Zevara trailed off. She glanced at the undead and suddenly a cold bit of fear wormed its way into her heart. She had a thought.

“The Necromancer?”

Tkrn raised his axe.

“I saw him in the city earlier today. I could track and kill him—”

“Not that idiot. I mean the Necromancer.”

“Oh.”

Tkrn looked worried. Zevara shook her head.

“If it was him, we’d be dead already. There aren’t any giants, or wights or ghosts or any of the other horrors he brings. No—this is something else.”

She pointed down the street.

“This area is secure. I’ve got civilians holding bows and a few mages are catching any Crypt Lords they see. You go and organize the adventurers. Tell Relc I want to see him, and find Olesm! We need his Skills!”

“No one has seen him this day. They saw him leaving the city, but—”

“If he’s here, find him! I’ve got to go. The east streets need help.”

Tkrn nodded and loped off. Zevara exchanged a few curt words with a large Drake sergeant and ran through the streets.

The undead had caught the city by surprise, but the city militia wasn’t like a human one. Nor were the citizens. The undead had overrun the first few streets, but their momentum had halted once the Watch and groups of combat-capable citizens had formed barricades and halted their advance.

The problem was that the undead weren’t sticking to the streets. They went through houses, over rooftops—attacking the beleaguered defenders from behind. They were hunted down, but it added another layer of complexity to Zevara’s nightmare.

And the eastern streets were furthest from the guardsmen’s barracks. They needed reinforcements or else—

Zevara ran out of the alleyway just in time to see a Crypt Lord smash her way into a group of guardsmen and civlians, sending them flying. The bloated Drake’s corpse was immediately attacked from all sides and pushed back by a pillar of stone, but while everyone was concentrated on her, a pack of zombies ran past the line and towards the civilian archers.

The fifteen or so Drakes and Gnolls froze up in fear with one exception. Krshia calmly took down one zombie, shooting an arrow through its eye. She drew a wickedly long dagger and grabbed a second zombie while Zevara crashed onto two more.

The last zombie ran past the two and opened up a male Drake’s scales with a devastating strike. He had a piece of sword buried in his hand, making all of his wild swings deadly.

The Drake fell down, screaming, and his companion backed away in horror. Selys raised her bow, but the zombie split it in two with a single blow. She screamed for help, but the corpse of the Gnoll ran at her, mouth opened wide to bite.

“Begone, pest.”

Selys screamed in horror as the zombie’s neck suddenly twisted around. The undead Gnoll collapsed to the ground, twitching.

“Just so we’re clear: I didn’t raise them.”

Pisces appeared out of the air next to Selys and Zevara, hands glowing with purple energy. Selys gaped at him, scales nearly white.

“You!”

“Ah. Hello to you, receptionist. Don’t wait to thank me for saving your life.”

Pisces gave Selys a mocking bow and then turned. He pointed, and two more zombies and a skeleton fell to the ground, necks broken.

Krshia bared her teeth as she hammered her zombie’s head into the cobblestones, breaking its bones until what she held wasn’t so much a head as bits of one.

She stood up as Zevara beheaded her opponent. The Drake turned to Pisces as Selys backed away from him. He raised his hands protectively, and a wall of wind swirled around him.

“I mean you no harm. And this wasn’t my fault! I was in the city all day, and I knew nothing of this—this event.”

The Drake eyed him. She shook her head and shouted to the guardsmen as they wavered, trying to form their line.

Another group of eight armed Drakes ran into the street. They rushed into battle with a roar as Pisces pointed and another zombie that had gotten past fell down, dead.

“Believe me, ah, Captain. I would never jeopardize my good standing with your city. In fact, I am helping to prove my innocence. I—”

“I believe you.”

Pisces blinked. So did Selys. Krshia was firing into the crowd of the dead already.

“We have countless witnesses who saw the undead emerge from the ruins. Besides, I doubt a [Necromancer] of your level could reanimate more than five bodies, let alone a horde like this.”

Pisces scowled.

“I—”

He hesitated and glanced at Zevara.

“Um, that is correct. But this is rather inconvenient, is it not?”

She glared at him.

“Are all you humans as damn crazy as this? Liscor is under attack!

He shrugged.

“They’re just the undead. Quite easy to subdue. I have every confidence your Watch will safeguard innocent civilians like myself.”

He turned.

“If you’ll excuse me—”

“Oh no you don’t!”

Selys stomped on the hem of Pisces’s robe and the mage stumbled. His arms wind milled frantically as he tried to keep his balance. He turned and glared at Selys, but she advanced on him, tail thrashing.

“You stay here and help! If this wasn’t your fault, then help us!”

Pisces hesitated. Zevara hesitated. She didn’t like the mage, but she needed all the help she could get.

“Can do you do that neck-snapping thing many times?”

He sniffed and clicked his fingers. Three skeletons fell down like dolls that had their strings cut.

“It’s spine snapping, and I have ample mana reserve. I suppose if it means exonerating myself…”

“Good. Do it!”

The Crypt Lord finally fell to the ground, splashing those nearby with toxic blood. Zevara cursed as those hit cried out and retreated to be cured. She ran towards the line of guardsmen, already shouting. Selys stared at Pisces, finger raised. He raised his hands.

“I understand. I will help. Stay here and ah, try not to put an arrow in my back.”

She spluttered, but Pisces was already striding forwards. He kept a safe distance between the struggling fighters and the dead as he stared at the masses of the undead running through the streets.

“I assume I will be remunerated appropriately for this?”

Zevara turned her head and snarled at Pisces.

“Kill these things and I’ll give you a medal. Now start casting or I’ll slice your damn hands off!”

Pisces sniffed and conjured a flaming sphere into existence. He aimed it at a crowd of the dead as they surged down the street.

“I prefer gold, myself.”

He threw the orb, and fire consumed the dead bodies.

 

—-

 

“Something is wrong.”

Toren looked up from the floorboards. He was using an old knife to lever up bits of food from between the floorboards. Erin stared out the window.

“Can’t you feel it? Something is wrong.”

She pointed out the window. It was dark now, but there was a faint speck of light coming from outside.

“That’s Liscor. Why is it red over there? Is something burning?”

Toren walked over and saw the skies around Liscor were indeed glowing. And there was smoke, rising and barely visible in the moonlight.

Erin stared out the window worriedly. The pot of meat and noodles sat untouched on a table. She leaned over the windowsill and then grabbed at her stomach. The anxiety was getting to her in a physical way.

“I feel—bathroom.”

She pointed at Toren.

“Keep an eye on that, okay? If you see anything—”

Her stomach gurbled and Erin ran out the door, leaving the skeleton by himself.

Toren hesitated. He looked at the knife and the floorboards. Then he carefully put the knife on one of the tables and reached for the sword he’d leaned against one wall. He opened the door and walked outside.

The skeleton had made it halfway down the hill when the Antinium seized him and ripped his skull off his body. The Worker tossed Toren’s skull to the ground and seized his sword. He left the flailing skeleton’s body and walked up the hill towards the inn.

 

—-

 

A ghoul caught a Drake’s halberd in one hand and punched him in the midsection with the other. The guardsmen gasped and collapsed as the ghoul tossed aside the weapon and tried to race past the other guardsmen.

Zevara’s sword cut through the top of the ghoul’s skull, severing the flesh and rotted brain. The ghoul collapsed and she helped the Drake to her feet.

“Watch the damned ghouls! They’re strong enough to rip your scales apart if you let them!”

Another zombie ran at them. Zevera turned her head and growled low in her throat. Then she took a deep breath and exhaled.

A gout of fire leapt from her jaws and blasted the zombie off its feet. It fell to the ground, screaming and burning as Zevara coughed.

“Where are the damned Antinium?

The Watch had retreated back down another street, giving ground up as more undead flooded into the city. They were fighting well, and healing potions and a rain of arrows and magic had given them the advantage, but the undead kept coming.

And the Watch was not equipped to deal with them. Or at least, they were well equipped, but they needed reinforcements. And those reinforcements were not coming.

The Watch was one half of the city’s defenses, but in truth they only handled bandit raids, criminals, the occasional monster pack, and so on. The landscape took care of most armies, but the other half of Liscor’s considerable defenses were the Antinium. And they were the bigger half by far. In truth, the Watch was more like a third, or a quarter. A big quarter, though.

But the ants, always present in some capacity in the city, were nowhere to be found.

Zevara growled again and coughed out some smoke. She walked backwards as the Drake found his halberd and joined the line of guardsmen and shouted.

“Tkrn! Where are you slithering about? Get over here!”

The Gnoll ran towards Zevara, panting. He was still drenched in gore, but now he was bleeding in places, dark blood covering his fur.

“Here, Captain.”

“Where are the ants? Send a message to the Queen at once! We need those soldiers!”

“That will not be necessary, Captain Zevara. We are here.”

Zevara and Tkrn spun around. Ksmvr walked towards them, two swords and two daggers held at the ready. Fifteen Soldier Antinium followed him.

Ksmvr pointed towards the failing line of guardsmen.

“Join the battle. Kill all undead. Retreat if you suffer significant injuries.”

The Soldiers ran forwards instantly. They pushed aside the surprised guardsmen and civilians and crashed into the undead in a black wave of their own.

A ghoul lunged at the first of the Soldier Antinium. The huge ant man grabbed the undead woman and held her shoulders with two of his hands. The other two punched downwards.

As Erin had seen, the hands of the Soldiers were more like spades or weapons than actual digits. They pummeled the ghoul, breaking bones, stabbing through flesh with ease. The Soldier held the ghoul down, pounding it into paste. When it was done it stood up and grabbed a zombie and ripped its head off.

A skeleton stabbed the soldier Antinium in the back. It didn’t stagger as the blade buried and stuck in its carapace. It swung around and began ripping the skeleton apart.

Ksmvr watched the Soldiers fighting as the Drakes, Gnolls, and few humans staggered back, suddenly reprieved from battle. He nodded to Zevara as she stalked over to him.

“Watch-Captain Zevara. It is good to see you alive.”

Zevara was in no mood to exchange pleasantries.

“Where the hell were you? And where are the other Soldiers? I don’t need fifteen of them, I need every single one in your hive! Bring them out!”

Ksmvr calmly replied to Zevara as he kept one eye on the battle.

“As this is not a period of war or crises as declared by the Council, I must decline your request. The maximum number of soldiers the Watch Captain is allowed to command is fifty Soldier Antinium and a hundred Workers in a time of crisis.”

“That is exactly what’s happening! Or do you not see the undead? Bring the Soldiers, and all the Workers then! We need barricades, fortifications—”

“I regret to say that is impossible at the moment. I have brought fifteen Soldiers. That is all that can be spared at the moment.”

Zevara gaped at Ksmvr. She opened her mouth and smoke plumed outwards as she shouted at him in fury.

“Why by all the broken eggs—”

Again, Ksmvr cut Zevara off calmly.

“The Soldiers guard the entrance to the Hive and the surrounding streets. We will let nothing disturb our Queen. She is in the middle of a critical process. She is hours—less perhaps—to completion.”

“Your Queen can take her damned ritual or whatever it is and shove it—”

Zevara cut herself off as the blades in Ksmvr’s hands twitched. Half of the guardsmen near her raised their weapons but their Captain waved them away. She eyed Ksvmr and tried to modulate her tone slightly.

“This is a state of emergency. If we can’t push the undead back soon, they will overrun this place. Your Soldiers can buy us some time, but there’s not enough. We need all fifty and soon. More than that. We need all of them! Talk to your Queen. Tell her we need help!

“I regret that is impossible. The Queen must not be disturbed at this moment. I am sorry.”

Flames trickled from Zevara’s mouth as she opened it in rage. Ksmvr held up one hand.

“As soon as our Queen finishes the Rite of Anastases we will fully cooperate in defense of the city.”

There was no use arguing with the Antinium, so despite the building heat behind Zevara’s eyes, in her heart…and her lungs, she bit off her reply.

“The Workers, then. We could use them. Not just for building. If they can fight—”

“They are unable to be summoned as well.”

Why?

For the first time, Ksmvr visibly hesitated. He clicked his mandibles together and stared at the battle. Already the Soldiers had pushed the undead back the street, and two were attacking a Crypt Lord as he spat black blood on them.

“The Workers are in rebellion. Many have left the hive and fought with the Soldiers at the entrance.”

Ksmvr lowered his voice as Zevara stared at him in horror.

“Already three have become Aberration. We fear the rest may have as well. They are violent, and many are armed.”

“You’re serious.”

“Very.”

For a moment Zevara’s mind was caught up with images of Worker Antinium ripping apart Drakes and Gnolls. Then she brought herself back to reality and stared at the dead bodies lining the street. She snapped at Ksmvr.

“If we didn’t have a horde of the undead trying to eat us all, I’d be more worried. The citizens are either in their homes or fighting with us. If these Workers kill a few zombies, I won’t shed any tears.”

Ksmvr shook his head.

“I fear the Workers are not in the city any longer. They are moving towards a human. Erin Solstice.”

“The one who got Klbkch killed?”

“Yes. One of the Aberrations who escaped was intent on killing her.”

Zevara didn’t have to think about this one. She gestured at the undead. The Crypt Lord was dead, but the two Soldier Antinium who had killed it were curled up, arms and legs withdrawn as they lay on the ground, dead of the deadly poison.

“Whatever the reason is, I can’t spare anyone. She’s not a citizen here and we’re up to our necks in trouble. The human will be on her own.”

Ksmvr nodded shortly.

“The Queen is all. She must not be placed in danger. Erin Solstice…is merely important.”

Zevara eyed him. The words he’d just said—she couldn’t dwell on them now. She pointed towards the Soldier Antinium as she signaled the guardsmen to form up.

“Will you stay and fight?”

Ksmvr nodded. He followed Zevara as she strode down the street, Drakes and Gnolls seizing weapons and standing to follow her.

“I will fulfill my duty as Prognugator within Liscor. However, my position will cease in a few hours. Another will take my place.”

“Until then follow me. We’ve got to use this moment until your Soldiers all die.”

Tkrn fell into place next to Zevera, grinning as the guardsmen and lone Antinium ran after the Soldier Antinium.

“Anything I can do Captain?”

“You heard the ant. Looks like we’ve got no choice. We need to close those gates. Get Relc. He’s the only one who has a chance of cutting his way through.”

The Gnoll nodded and broke away from the group. Zevara and the guardsmen rounded a corner and skidded to a stop. The Soldier Antinium had thrown back the undead, mercilessly cutting their way through them until they’d reached the main street down which the north gates were located. But there they had been stopped.

Zevara saw a Soldier born down by the weight of a Crypt Lord and another hurling ghouls to the ground as they swarmed him. She saw groups of guardsmen, struggling to contain the main flow of undead. But that wasn’t what struck fear into her soul. She pointed towards the gates, where something was dragging itself through the open stone doors.

Her heart froze. The sword in her hands grew heavy, and around her the Gnolls, Drakes, and Humans shuddered and felt terror coursing through their bodies. All around her, guardsmen and civilians fell back, screaming, unable to fight.

Zevara forced the words through her numb lips.

“What is that?

 

—-

 

It was nearly ten minutes before Erin managed to extricate herself from the bathroom and stagger back to the inn. She held her unhappy stomach and walked through the open door.

“Toren?”

The inn was dark. Erin stared around. The skeleton normally came the instant she called. Where was he?

“Hey Toren. Where are you?”

No response. Erin didn’t hear the clicking of bones on floorboards. She stared around. He’d left the knife on the table. Had he gone out to fetch water?

Erin stared around the dark inn. He could at least have lit the lanterns. Or a candle. It was so dark—the only light came from the moon.

Where was he? And why—

Why was Erin feeling that same warning in her head again?

She spun around. Nothing. The grass shone in the moonlight from the open door. Erin relaxed. But then a prickling feeling ran down her spine.

She’d walked through the open door. But Toren always closed the door behind him. And if he hadn’t opened the door—

Who had?

“Hello?”

Erin backed up towards the door. Something moved in the shadows and shut it. She spun around, fists raised, and then relaxed.

“Oh. Pawn. It’s just you.”

The Antinium stood in the doorway, nearly invisible in the light. Erin frowned. Then she took another step back.

“Wait a second.”

The Antinium had four arms. And two legs. Pawn—Pawn didn’t have all his limbs anymore. But Workers weren’t allowed to leave the city unattended, and this Antinium didn’t have swords.

“Who…are you?”

He was familiar. At least, he seemed familiar, but he definitely wasn’t Pawn or Ksmvr. The Worker—if that was what he was—shuddered. He shook slightly, and then stepped suddenly towards Erin. She backed up quickly.

“H-hello? Can you hear me? Who are you? What do you want?”

The Worker’s head twitched suddenly. Erin jerked back and his voice came out, quivering with emotion.

“i aM AnTiNium. i haVe a NaMe.”

Erin backed up even further. That wasn’t what a Worker normally sounded like. The one in front of her was speaking rapidly, his voice surging and falling. He sounded—

Insane.

“You have a name? Um. Good. That’s good, right?”

He stared at her.

“I Am iNdivIDuAL. BuT i reJECT. I rejEcT aLL.”

“Reject? Reject what?”

He pointed at her with two arms.

“YOu. ThiS is yOuR FAulT.”

“Me? What did I do?”

The Worker raised his hand and a sword shone in the moonlight. He walked towards Erin, still speaking.

“YOU DiD ThiS To me. yOu mAde Me THis waY. For yOU I did tHis. bUT alL iS SuffERIng.”

Erin backed up, speaking fast. She tried to sense where her frying pan and jar of acid were, but it was impossible in the darkness.

“What did I do? I don’t remember—”

“yOU knoW.”

“Please—”

Erin took another step back and suddenly tripped over a chair. She sprawled to the ground and desperately tried to get up. But the Worker was too fast. He loomed over her, sword raised.

Erin kicked up at his groin, but the Antinium caught her leg. He pinned her down with three arms and held the last one with its tip pointed at her face. Erin tried to scream, to shout. But her breath was gone. She stared at the gleaming blade as the Worker shuddered and stared at her.

“diE.”

The sword flashed towards her eye. Erin screamed—

And another Antinium seized the first and threw him off Erin. She gasped as the sword fell to the ground and rolled away as the two Antinium crashed into chairs, fighting, punching and kicking in the darkness.

Erin scrambled away and struck a table. She ran to a shuttered window and threw it open. The moonlight illuminated the room just in time for her to see one of the two Workers mount the other. The Antinium seized his struggling opponent’s head and twisted with all four arms.

The neck broke. The Worker lay still. The other Worker stood up and stared at Erin.

She held the frying pan and jar of acid in shaking hands.

“Stay back! I’m warning you!”

The Worker walked towards Erin. She raised the frying pan and he stopped. The Worker raised all four arms.

“Please. I mean you no harm.”

The words were familiar. The way of speaking was familiar. Erin hesitated.

“…Pawn?”

“I am not Pawn.”

The Worker shook his head. But he was not Ksmvr either. He knelt before Erin suddenly, and she nearly tossed the jar of acid. But the Worker made no move. He spoke to her, voice loud in the silence.

“I am Knight.”

“Knight?”

He nodded. The Worker stared up at Erin.

“I have named myself. I have chosen. I am individual, first and last of my kind. I am Knight and no other is like me. And I am here to protect you. We are here to protect you.”

Erin stared at him. The frying pan loosened in her grip and she nearly dropped it. Her mind was spinning. She stared at Knight. There was something familiar about him, too.

“I—I don’t know you. I never—”

Knight straightened.

“Please, Erin Solstice. You must remain calm. We are here to protect you.”

“We?”

Movement. Suddenly Erin saw it outside the window. She threw caution to the wind and raced outside, brushing past Knight. There she stopped.

Antinium. Workers. They stood around the inn, arms folded, or holding weapons. Swords, maces, axes—and not just those. Rolling pins, rocks, large branches…even a large vase in one case. They stared silently at Erin as she froze in place.

“Who—”

Knight emerged from the inn and bowed his head to Erin.

“The dead are coming. Please remain inside. We will protect you with our lives.”

She looked at him.

“You? But who are you? Where’s Pawn?”

“He was kept in the Hive by the Prognugator. He remains. But we have come. We have chosen. We are individual.”

“Individual?”

Knight nodded. In front of Erin, a Worker turned. He bowed to her, low, as far as his stiff exoskeleton would permit.

“I have chosen. I am Bishop.”

Another Antinium turned, and then another.

“I too chose. I have decided. My name is Vladimir.”

“I am Calabrian.”

“I am Emanuel.”

“Call me Garry.”

“I wish to be known as Milner-Barry.”

“Belgrade. I will die for you.”

“We will all die for you. I am Jose.”

They spoke, one by one, in the faint moonlight. Antinium looked at Erin, all alike on the outside. But each one different, each one individual.

They were all familiar to her. And only now did Erin realize. She knew them. She knew them all. They had never had names, but she knew their faces, the way they played. She knew them.

They were her chess club.

Thirty odd Workers stood on the hilltop, ringing the inn, waiting. Erin could barely speak. She felt it. A surge of terrible emotion—whether fear or happiness or sadness it was impossible to say. But she knew something had happened. That had all chosen names.

But that was only half of the question. The other half burned in her fiercely. She turned to Knight. The Antinium was staring into the darkness, splashes of green blood still coating his carapace.

“Why are you all here? Why now? Why tonight? What—what’s happening?”

He opened his mandibles to reply. And that was when the first zombie appeared out of the night and tried to take a bite out of Erin’s face. Toren leapt out of the darkness, crashing into the zombie and the two rolled down the hill.

Erin screamed. More bodies shuffled and ran through the grass as the Workers moved to intercept them. And then the night was filled with the dead, and Erin found herself fighting for her life.

 

—-

 

“Fall back! Fall back!

Zevara screamed as Skinner grabbed a Drake and pulled his scales and skin off him like a child pulling a wrapper off a bit of candy. The horrific white face grinned down at her, sunken crimson eyes staring around layers of folded dead flesh.

She tried to raise her sword to slash at it, but her arm refused to move. Zevara had fought countless monsters, had faced death and come close to it several times. But the terror that Skinner projected dwarfed anything she had ever felt before.

Zevara retreated, trembling, as Skinner’s hand swept around and grabbed a struggling guardsman. The female Gnoll had only a moment to howl in fear and agony before she was dead.

All around Zevara, guardsmen were retreating or dying. The undead flooded through the gates around Skinner, slaughtering the helpless warriors. Only the Antinium fought on, Ksmvr and the five remaining Soldiers blockading one street, but even they were falling back. No one could fight Skinner, and every time one of his hands swung down, someone died.

Zevara prayed they died. To live without skin—she hoped they died instantly, rather than imagine there was still life in the silent piles of bones and intestines and skin that lay on the ground.

Skinner grinned at her. His folds of thick white skin grinned at her too, the faces of the dead stretched to canvas his body.

She had to run. Zevara felt it in her bones, in the marrow. But she was Captain of the Watch. She couldn’t run. She had to fight. But her body wasn’t listening to her mind.

Skinner loomed over her. He tossed what remained of the Gnoll to the ground and raised his hand towards Zevara. She dove out of the way, dropping her sword, and the palm smashed into the ground next to her.

The impact knocked the Drake sideways, but she scrambled away. The red spots. It was the red spots on Skinner’s hand. Touch those, and your skin would be peeled away. She had to keep her distance. She had to run—

Too late, Zevara saw the other hand circling around. She was running right into it. She tried to stop, but it was too late. Skinner closed his hand around Zevara’s scales—

Relc attack!

Something blurred past Zevara and stabbed into the hand. Dead skin fell around spear tip as a green Drake grabbed both spear and Zevara and ran nimbly past Skinner. Zevara gaped as Relc, Senior Guardsmen of the Watch grinned toothily at her and twirled the spear.

“Heya Captain! Mind if I take this one on?”

“Relc!”

It was a warning. Relc turned his head and both he and Zevara hit the ground as Skinner swiped at them. His hand smashed into a wooden building instead and shook the foundations. Skinner stared at both Drakes and Zevara felt her scales growing cold with fear. But Relc just shook himself and bared his sharp teeth.

“Well, isn’t this fun? Back up, Captain. I’m going to need some room for this.”

So saying, Relc jumped and rolled, running back into the melee towards Skinner. A zombie popped up on his right side, but Relc raised his spear and ran the undead human through. He kicked the zombie’s corpse off his blade into a skeleton, punched a ghoul to the ground, and looked up as Skinner’s other hand swept towards him.

Relc raised his spear and met the hand as it flew at him. His spear’s tip stabbed rapidly into the open red sores in Skinner’s hand. The monster jerked, and for the first time Zevara thought she heard a sound come from the creature’s mouth.

No—not the mouth. It came from inside Skinner, a high-pitched shriek that echoed across the city.

It was deafeningly loud, but barely within Zevara’s auditory range. She clapped her hands to her ears and Relc staggered back, doing the same.

Skinner swiped at Relc, and caught him on the leg with open palm. Relc roared and stabbed down with his spear, and Skinner let go just as quickly. The Drake staggered backwards, and Zevara saw part of the scales on his leg had been stripped away.

Relc roared and stabbed and cut at Skinner’s arm, but the monster brought his limb out of harm’s way.

Again, Skinner fixed Relc with his crimson gaze. But though Zevara saw Relc shudder, he gritted his teeth and fought through the magic affecting him. He raised his spear and dashed towards Skinner, cutting and stabbing as he ran across the monster’s side.

Chunks of flesh sloughed to the ground as Skinner swung his hands at Relc. The Drake dodged away, keeping too close to Skinner’s body to be caught. The massive undead suddenly rolled and Relc had to dodge away before being squashed.

“You bastard!”

Relc ran through the undead, stabbing and knocking them aside like flies. The zombies and skeletons weren’t able to even slow him down, and the ghouls he nearly dispatched with a spear strike to the neck or head.

Suddenly free of Skinner’s gaze, the guardsmen around Zevara turned and formed another line. The Drake Captain found another sword and sliced a zombie apart as Relc blurred towards them.

Faster, stronger, and unaffected by fear. That was Relc, Senior Guardsman, the strongest guard in the city. Perhaps the world. A Level 33 [Spearmaster].

He paused in front of Zevara, panting. She saw red blood running from his leg and grabbed a healing potion from her belt.

“Here!”

“Thanks.”

He nodded and smashed the bottle against his leg. The purple liquid ran into the gaping wound and he sighed.

“Damn. This isn’t good.”

“Do you know what that thing is?”

Zevara pointed to Skinner as the monster slowly rolled back upright, the undead around him forming a living wall. Relc shook his head.

“Something ugly? But it’s strong. All that dead flesh is like armor. I need to slice it away to get at what’s underneath. But one touch of those hands—”

“Can you kill it?”

Relc paused, and then grinned at Zevara.

“I can. Maybe. Probably. But give me some of those Antinium just to be safe.”

“The Antinium? Why—”

Relc pointed. Ksmvr was slicing apart zombies as the four Soldiers still alive covered his back. Even as Skinner rolled back upright and stared at Ksmvr, he kept fighting, undeterred by the crimson stare.

“The Ants are immune to whatever he’s doing. So am I?”

“Why’s that?”

Relc grinned and tapped his head with one claw.

“[Indomitable Will]. Anyone without a similar Skill should fall back. This thing—it’s projecting fear.”

“I got that. Can you take it out with just them?”

“I can try. But give me more archers and mages to get rid of the undead. I can’t have them on my back and that thing.”

“Just stop it for now while I call a retreat. We’ll set up another street and give you a chance—”

Zevara stopped and Relc turned. Skinner was moving. The giant creature stared hard at Relc as the Drake raised his spear. But suddenly, Skinner turned. He pulled himself around and began moving back through the crowd of undead.

Relc crowed as Skinner pulled himself away. He twirled his spear and broke a skeleton’s skull with the butt end as he shouted at Skinner.

“Yeah, that’s right! Run! Run! Finally met someone with too many scales for ya, huh? Run away and…wait a second.”

Relc blinked. Skinner was leaving. Not just retreating; he was pulling himself back out the gates while a wall of undead protected his ‘back’.

“It’s…leaving?”

Zevara stared at Skinner in confusion. Why was he going?

“He must sense you’re a threat.”

Relc swore and Zevara nearly spat fire at Pisces as the mage appeared out of thin air. The human flinched, but pointed at Skinner as Relc glared at him.

“This creature is highly intelligent, guardsmen. It won’t fight anything that can resist its fear effect and poses a credible threat. Perhaps it could win, but it won’t risk that.”

“Why?”

Pisces shrugged.

“Most of the more valuable undead specimens have some kind of survival function built into it. I surmise this being may be the same.”

“Being? It’s not undead?”

“No.”

Relc grabbed Pisces as Zevara stared at him. The Drake shook the mage none too gently.

“Okay, but where is that thing going? Is it going back into the ruins or do we have to worry about reinforcements now? Even without that monster we’re still up to our ears in undead!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know!”

Pisces fought to get Relc to release him. He shouted as the undead resumed their attack on the lines of guardsmen.

“Perhaps it seeks to wear us down first! Or maybe it goes after easier prey! I can’t tell!”

Relc released Pisces with disgust.

“Well that’s just great. If it comes back with another horde, we’re cooked. But what could it want if it wants more victims? There’s no cities or villages around here. So where—”

He broke off, eyes widening. Zevara looked at him as Relc turned towards the south. He breathed the words.

“Oh no.”

Pisces looked at Relc’s face, and then south too. He blinked in sudden comprehension and his face turned slightly pale.

“Erin.”

 


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33 thoughts on “1.42

  1. Whew. It’s gonna be rough.

    I don’t mean that in terms of the plot, I mean my personal life. I don’t want to comment on the plot because anything I say or do can probably be used to spoil things.

    Anyways, in the next few days I’m going on vacation, which means uncertainty is in store for all of us. I’ll be heading overseas, so that means your Saturday and other updates may come a day early/late, although I will try to keep to the same schedule. But between flying, jetlag, and so on…it’s going to be interesting.

    And at such an important moment, too! I know you’re all dying for the next chapter, but I’m dying trying to write all of this. My hands only work so well, and I’ve got important stuff to do besides write. Like watch all of Angel in some kind of crazed binge-watching spree that will probably kill me.

    Good times. In terms of today’s update, let me know if the wEIrd TAlkIng Antinium’s dialogue bothered you. I can correct it if it kills too many people’s eyes. Other than that, Patreon is going good. I mentioned I wanted to try for full self-employment at $1000 by the end of this year, so I may start offering incentives like special backstory chapters or Skype questions/requests to see how it goes. But nothing’s finalized so don’t assume any changes are permanent.

    Anyways, thanks for reading, and commenting. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe! Punch that like button in the face, brofist, thanks everyone for watching, and I’ll see you in the next video, see ya guys, *fart noise here*, thank you so much for watching, I love you very much, my name’s Phillip DeFranco, you’ve just been filled in, I love your faces, and I’ll see you tomorrow.

    …I also like to watch a lot of Youtube videos. 10 points if you catch all the outro references.

    Thanks for reading!

    • Thank you for the incredible story! The crazy Antium type was not distracting at all to me at least. I hope you have fun on your trip and you travel smoothly!

    • I had no trouble reading what the Antinium said, although it was mildly iritating, but that only helped convey that he is crazy/insane so i think it fits rather well for abberation-talk.

  2. Ok, I don’t want to be that one pedantic, but:

    “Zevara prayed they died. To live without skin—she hoped they died instantly, rather than imagine there was still life in the silent piles of bones and intestines and skin that lay on the ground.”

    If they are without skin, shouldn’t they be silent piles of bones and intestines and not skin?

    Anyways, now time for wild speculation: Skinner isn’t going after Erin, Skinner is going after the dead that are around where Erin’s inn is. (Wasn’t there some disease thing?)

  3. Looks like everyone is converging in on the Wandering Inn. We got the Workers, Skinner, and the undead in confirmed attendance. The high chance of Relc, Pisces, and maybe Rags coming to help. Then there is the possibility of Ryoka, Gazi, and Olesm (plz be alive) stopping by.

  4. I really liked the way the insane Antinium spoke. It was very easy to tell that he was speaking in a way that was not normal right off the bat. With that said, I hope the bathroom doesn’t get destroyed. The workers worked hard on that.

    • Priorities, priorities.

      “Sir, we’re getting overrun!”

      “Soldier, I don’t care. But if my outhouse falls and I have to shit in the open, I’ll rip you another one! So man up and fight for the shit(house)!”

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  6. Definitely one of the best chapters, maybe the best (with the last one being right up there too)! I kind of thought I knew where things were headed, but this was a major surprise!

  7. – Wonder how long it will take for Erin to realise how relevant the jars of acid will be vs Skinner. Also how far away from the target can her use the aimbot skill?

  8. If skinner only takes the skin, then most species wouldn’t have intestines lying around afterward. (There’s muscle pretty much everywhere around the abtomen.) They’d either die instantly of shock, or linger, possibly for days, until they died of dehydration and infection.

    If he takes the muscle too, then there shouldn’t be so many zombies and ghouls, just skeletons.

  9. Maybe you could add like and dislike buttons at the end of the story, so you can have a better idea how each chapter is being received by the readers.
    The amount of people, who decide to post a comment belong after all to the minority.

  10. The thing sthat got me in this one? Relc and Pisces sharing that synchronised Oh, Crap moment. And, Ksmvr getting all uneasy, therefore pretty much letting the Chess Club hare off on their own to protect Erin both from the poor sod who couldn’t handle individuality and the greater danger. He really should have prioritised the hive’s lockdown, but functionally didn’t… while kind of sticking to the letter of his orders, just about. ^_^ He’s closer to being independent than he really wants to be, isn’t he? :/

    • I bet that the Prognugators are probably the closest thing to ‘individuals’ other than Queens in Antinium society – until Pawn that is…

    • Hah! I take your generous offer and raise you a finished chapter right before I fly! (Not posting it until Saturday, though). Twas a night of madness, but I think I’m ready for Saturday, assuming I don’t sleep through the entire day after I get over my flight!

      But seriously. I think this might be good stuff. May be the sleepiness talking, but fingers crossed!

  11. Absolutely griping. Should have gone to bed but suddenly remembered I hadn’t read todays update and I am not disappointed.
    Not sure why The Skinner would decide to go after the lone human though, there must be something more worthwhile than a single body, unless it just senses undead being killed over there then that sort of makes sense, if you can’t see through their senses you have no idea what is killing them.

    • I think its a bit more complex than that. Well, I guess anyway.

      We’ve seen its strategy against the HoH. Against foes that can actually fight it, it uses the undead to hamstring them while it catches them right after. Every person that dies joins their ranks. The city is too well defended and they have to deal with fortifications. That would be a pain. The city can last for some time if he sieges it, but they can’t get any supplies in or out and he’ll be just as strong. He can repeat this if needed.

      If they go out to fight him though, they lose all their defensive places to fight. They’ll need to go out en mass because if they don’t the dangerous ones will die to his horde on the way.

      However, he takes skin and then the Crypt Lords command the dead. I suspect he has some way of reanimating the dead. Why only humans, drakes, and gnolls? 100 Goblins would be just as good. Rock crabs may not have skin, but I bet an army of the dead can kill one. Shield Spiders too. He’s the most dangerous thing out there and if your first army doesn’t succeed, go and make a new one.

      • Dummying, drawing agro and ambushing seem to be the Skinner’s MO. Which is why I trust this retreat about as much as you do. :/

        It’s more than plain the Skinner knows the whole region rather well. <_< Superficial topography can change fairly quickly, sure: but, the base foundations don't. 😛

  12. ON patreon you wrote that the usual amount of words you write is ~2,000 to 6,000.
    Are you sure that’S correct?
    Everytime i used a program to count a chapter it said 7800-8200.
    One time,though, it showed a bit over 6000

  13. But why go after Erin? She is only 1 person. 1 person with what is probably a massive supply of acid at this point.

    Just wondering, but what did you plan first, the acid or the egg- I mean Skinner.

  14. So my theory was completely wrong haha but That’s fine! This chapter was awesome! I can’t wait to see everyone come together and bring Skinner down!

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