I stood there relived at least Emile was finally dead. I knew Merenne would have liked to deal the killing blow. I turned to face the horde amassing hundreds of feet in front of us they were a shambling mass of bones coupled with rotted and rusting weapons. It was their bodies that shocked me, their skulls had purple orbs where their eyes were meant to be, holding it all together in a macabre manner was parchment-like skin. I looked along the lines and there was one being looking more putrid than the others with a tarnished crown. I focussed on it and it raised its crude glaive toward us and the horde charged. It was unsettling, to say the least. I looked further back and I saw another giant creature must be one of the other horsemen. By the retinue in front of him, this must be death himself.
‘Merenne you ready?’ I said
‘Cleansing fire?’ She asked.
‘Of course, you use fire against the undead.’ She gave me a tired look then a wicked smile.
‘This won’t take long.’ Khazak said
‘Aye Lord Khazak. There is nothing like a Mages fury.’ Henry said swinging his axe
Merenne and I shouted the same incantation ‘ignis purgationis’ and a flash of flame from the ground rose in amongst the foul ranks this halted the charge. The smell of staleness permeated the battleground like an old building aflame. I felt the tinge of pain burning down my arm which dissipated into my sword. I had the acrid taste of vomit which I spat out.
After the smoke cleared my resolve seemed to waiver I looked out over the field and I saw several scores of undead fiends still charging.
‘Not Again?’ Merenne said
‘Ignis purgationis’ I replied flames leaping.
© Dean Hodsfry