126 Lord of Schemes (1/2)

Xav Doomcry and Sarah Frostgard were approaching the Holy City of Saigunrai. Sarah rode her mighty Icehoof Draft Horse, while Xav was still on foot to her side.

They both rode well ahead of the forces behind them, so that they could talk, this was Warmarshal Frostgard's intention. Ever sense the day she seen the Holy Witch King fill the skies with his form... She started to formulate a plan.

So, she spoke with Xav today for that reason, ”Xav... I have an idea.”

”Hmmm? What about?” He answered noncommittal.

”But it's going to require your help.”

”Babe, I will always help you.”

”Then you don't mind that both you and me will require the audience with The Holy Witch King?” Sarah asked, as she watched for the amusing reaction that Xav would take.

Xav didn't disappoint her, as large black beads of sweat formed on his brow, and he missed his footing for a moment on the road, nearly tripping over his own feet.

”What is it that you want to do... If I complete this task, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to see him.” Xav, of course, seen The Holy Witch King in the sky... Like a god he loomed over all, and his words still thundered in his ears... 'God-King.” He shuddered.

Sarah laughed, ”I am his Warmarshal, he isn't going to eat me and spit me back out.”

”First off, he's an Undead Skeletal God-King... And I don't think they eat... Second, you are his Warmarshal... I am not...”

”So, you won't help me?” Sarah said in a teasingly voice that mimicked sadness.

Xav slapped his chest, ”Fuck it! If I have to meet the God-King face to face so be it!”

Sarah smiled widely, as it cracked the corners of her mouth. Feeling the trickle, she took out her napkin, and dabbed the corners of her mouth in a familiar way. Xav looked up to this cold beauty and shook his head.

”I'm glad... Because I plan to ask The Holy Witch King to issue a decree for our Marriage.”

”Ack!” Xav sprayed spittle in front of him, and with the wind it pushed back into his face. Now that he realized what he did in front of his beloved, he wanted to go bury himself.

”Here.” Sarah passed to him her napkin, that was stained with her black blood. Xav looked at it for a just a second, as Sarah realized what she had done.

”If you think it's dirty, you can just hand it back.” Her words were stern, but her voice betrayed her feelings.

Xav didn't say anything, as he used the clean side to wipe his face, as he handed it back, as he spoke, ”I would battle the demons and devils of hell for you, so what's a God-King...!” Xav slapped his chest a few times to pump up his courage.

”Oh, good. I'll make sure to let his Grace know your determination.”

”...Please babe, don't do that to me...” Xav asked meekly, with Sarah holding her stomach, as not to laugh hard enough to cause her face more damage.

It would be tomorrow when they reached their destination, and Xav did not look forward to speaking with the God-King.

*******

Mark walked back from the Port Keepers of Neolith. He had laid to rest many undead steeds for his wagon of servants and his wife to make it to the east coast of the Ruined Continent.

He was in deep thought, as he walked to his wagon to see his wife again, when something caught his eye.

Two grown undead males, one skeletal and one zombie, were bullying a zombie undead child. Mark watched for a few moments seeing how this was going to play out, and what these undead men needed.

He learned, as the undead men began to beat the undead child, who appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen years old by voice, that this was money owned to them for a loan. This was typical of poor families needing money to feed their zombie family members.

Mark decided his course of action, as he walked over to the group, he called out, ”Excuse me sirs. I don't believe this is the time or place to attack children.”

”Mind your business, old bastard or your next.” the Skeletal undead lifted his head, from beating the child.

Mark nodded a few times, as he reached out with his hand, icy swirled around him, and an icy claw reached from the ground suspending both the undead men into the air by their throats.

”If you are going to speak like that, you need to make sure you back up what you say.” Mark nodded a few times, as he watched both men struggle free, grasping at their throats. If this icy claw that emerged squeezed hard enough... Then their soul containers would break...

The thoughts that swirled in their heads was silent casting! This undead didn't speak any spellwork to attack them!

”Stop struggling, or I will save the boy trouble.” Mark snapped, as he passed the two to kneel in front of the undead boy child on the ground. The two undead men held onto the icy claws that held them up, least the weight of their bodies decapitate them.

”Boy, what's your name?” Mark asked in a soft tone.

”M-My name is Logan... Logan Splinterat...” The child said, as he got to his feet, and the back of his fist to wipe the black blood from his broken nose. He looked indignant about the whole situation.