Rise of The Undead Legion

Dave and his Undead companions moved through the tall brushes of the Drow Kingdom. Their movements were subtle as they tried to move in with as much discretion as they could.     

The Drow were hostile and extremely territorial creatures. From what Dave had gathered they seemed to be comprised out of multiple tribes that had banded together and served the Ash King. They were completely unwilling to let anyone trespass their stronghold.     

The giant forest of pillar formations and thick trees was easy to use for hiding and moving stealthily. Unfortunately, if Dave was able to use them to his advantage, it was a given that the Drow, who had lived their entire lives here could do the same. It would be entirely possible that they could have already spotted the conspicuous undead party, while the latter had not seen any of them.     

Fortunately, they had Singund with them. The massive High-Orc had a keen sense of smell. No matter how expertly the dark elves hid, nothing could escape the nostrils of the Undead orc.     

The Undead in question suddenly halted and his nose twitched several times before it stopped. Next, the Orc turned and threw his flamberge with as much power as his bulging orcish muscles allowed. The weapon spun like a top flying at blinding speeds toward a bush in the vicinity.     

A moment later, a loud thud echoed through the vicinity of the party, and seconds later a high pitched scream followed.     

"We have company," snorted Singund.     

"Boyz ready up!" Dave called the Undead into formation. Spark took the rear and began conjuring infernal fireballs of varying sizes and colors.     

The Tengu flew low, his eyes gazing through the shadows of the forest while his hand was resting comfortably on the hilt of his katana.     

Dog patted his basilisk, and crackled his Bone Whip, changing it into its whip form. While Singund roared out, "TO BATTLE!" his bellow caused the tree leaves to shudder, and whoever hid within their shade to shake in fear.     

The High-Orc charged first into the trees, his objective was to retrieve his Death Knight Flamberge.     

"Spark, smoke them out;" Dave ordered their Mage.     

The red-robed Undead waved his hand, causing the colorful fireballs to shoot forward and blast through trees and rocks. Red orbs set the trees aflame, while green orbs melted rocks and stone. Purple fireballs caused the trees to burn and visibly wither as they burned, releasing a purple poisonous smoke. Each colored fireball had a different secondary effect besides its burning effect.     

"You became stronger Spark," Dave complimented Uis undead.     

"It's all thanks to Lord Tengu's Soul Enlightenment session." Spark replied.     

"That sounds neat. Tengu, mind showing me how you did that?" Dave asked pointing at his Undead.     

The Tengu looked down from mid-air and slowly spoke, "It will be my pleasure to show it to you later, Lord Lich, for now, we battle. Our foe is numerous. They come at us in haste and in power, lest we want to be overrun, we should focus on the upcoming conflict."     

"Right, right, Singund, you got your sword back yet?"     

A roar echoed from within the shadowy forest as Singund emerged, his armor half covered in blood. Red blood.     

"Aye! And with a prize to top it!" Singund barbarically raised his flamberge. The head of a shocked and terrified Drow was impaled on the tip of the sword. Gore and blood dripped and fell from the torn neck.     

"Damn, that was too graphic," Dave shook his head.     

"More enemies are advancing to your location, Lord Lich, allow me to contribute in joining you in this battle."     

The Tengu spoke then began moving his hands, creating complex symbols and ninja seals. This was the Skill Dave had learned, [Dragon Ball], only the Tengu's own spell was much more powerful than the one Dave had obtained it. Dozens of Fireballs emerged in mid-air as did a storm of fire that gathered in an enormous swirl under the Tengu's hovering body.     

"Burn to ash, dwellers of the dark kingdom," the Tengu uttered and the spell unleashed itself upon the incoming Drow.     

The fireballs sought the Drow like guided missiles. Their screams rose high then quieted to whimpers as their burning bodies collapsed one after the other on the forest floor.     

"Your Lordship, more of these dark ones are coming, we should change our location," the Tengu's words did not interrupt his guiding of the fireballs and his control over the firestorm that burnt trees, rocks, and flesh to ash.     

"We're winning the battle, let's keep the charge," Dave insisted as he slew another Drow.     

"The incoming numbers are more than we can take. I note at least a thousand. Our location has been revealed to the whole Kingdom as it seems."     

Dave stopped and thought things through. He was in the possession of two Nodes of Damlacaous and if he stalled or waited until the Devastators managed to obtain the Node of Life, he would have nothing but trouble trying to obtain it from them.     

"Tengu's right, let's move from here. Singund where did you say you caught the smell of flowers?"     

"From this side," the Orc pointed his bloodied flamberge to a location.     

"That's where all the dark ones are coming from," The Tengu replied.     

Dave sighed, "We'll have to break through them then. Everyone stay behind me."     

His basilisk led the front as the rest of the mounted Undead followed behind Dave.     

"Forward!" Dave called and the five Undead moved dauntlessly ahead. The trees broke as Grumpy charged straight through them. The giant Onyx Basilisk never cared for obstacles, as whatever it was, as long as it was smaller than a boulder the size of the basilisk itself, would crumble when Grumpy charged through it.     

The rest of Dave's party followed close behind, their pace increasing to match that of the leading reptile.     

"Dark ones ahead!" The Tengu called and shot two fireballs in front of the incoming Drow.     

Three dark elves wearing leather armor emerged from hiding, their spears pointed to stab the basilisk.     

The two fireballs that the Tengu shot, crashed into two of the Drow, blasting them into burning flesh. Only one remained and Dave had to take care of it on his own.     

The Draugr didn't bother using any fancy skill or simply dodge. He drew the Cursed Sword of Durandal and threw it forward with as much power as his Undead muscles could garner.     

The sword shot forward like a bolt, the speed, power and velocity, too great for the Drow to dodge in time.     

The sword tore through the Dark Elf with sickening ease. Its mass and the power behind it was too great, that it didn't even move the Drow, but blasted from one side of its body and emerged from the other side.     

It seems that the warrior had yet to register that his torso had a hole the size of a basketball, and in his stunned stupor, Grumpy crushed him under his six legs, ending his already dying self instantly.     

"More are coming," the Tengu reminded.     

"Let me at them!" Dave yelled. His hands blurred into ninja seals. Creating forty-eight ethereal Infernal Dragon Skulls that hovered in front and above him.     

He pointed his hand forward and spoke, "Bore through them!"     

Dave's command was instantly answered, the fire skulls smashed into rocks, even in their ethereal form, they somehow gained mass as they blasted rocks that were in their ways to pebbles.     

They bit through the Drow, burning them, and crushing their bones with their mighty powerful fangs. The hundreds of Drow reared back from the fire, but they still assaulted the party from afar with arrows and javelins.     

Dave's Dragon Skulls were enough to tear a clear path through the Drow, but they couldn't keep all the arrows from reaching them.     

However, that is what one has a party for. Dog, the Dullahan cracked his whip and began whirling it. The vertebrae made the whip, miraculously elongate itself in Dog's hand. It gained a greater length, and it began smashing and breaking through the incoming projectiles, protecting the rest of the party from one of its flanks.     

Spark didn't want to be outdone. He waved his hands creating fire whips that hovered around him. He was mimicking Dog's mastery, lashing away arrows and javelins. Though the fire whips were shorter than Dog's Bone-Whip, they compensated with their sheer numbers. They were able to cover a wider space, holding off the projectiles from the other side.     

"Great job guys! Keep going!" Dave called once again, his Skill finding free reign now that it no longer needed to worry about the party being attacked.     

And to add more fuel to the fire, Dave enabled his Aura, [Infernal Tyrant's Oppression] flared out like a flock of flame. It burned high and mighty, creating a hot air balloon sized human skull that looked down upon all creation.     

The Fear Effect, now upgraded to a Horror Effect, associated with the Skill triggered. Causing the elves to run away in crazed fright. These Undead were like the riders of the apocalypse, bringing Death, Carnage, and War upon them. Those who stood in their way got slaughtered, and those who ran would live on to remember this fearsome day for ages to come.     

The group of five tore through the Drow and managed to make distance. As most of them had decided to give up the chase.     

"Your lordship, they have reassembled and are now heading to the north." The Tengu called as he was hovering in mid-air. He was in charge of recon and provided Dave with crucial data to maneuver into the forest heading toward the Boss' Location.     

"Why north?" Dave asked.     

"I do not know. If I were to wager a guess, it could be that they must have found the other group." The Tengu added as he flew low and came toward the party.     

"Good then. If they kill them, it won't be on me. Now, where is this damned Boss?" Dave asked looking at Singund.     

And just as he finished his words, a loud crash echoed through the forest. The sound of it was strong enough to shake the ground under their mounts.     

"The hell was that?" Dave questioned. The answer to his question was immediately answered. Thorny vines emerged from close to the party, and whipped at a stone pillar, causing the entire thing to crash and crumble, sending another miniature earthquake running under the party.     

"There's a fight. The nauseating smell of flowers is coming from there, so does the smell of other soft skins." Singund gave his piece.     

"Oh, then that means it's time to make an appearance, I bet Warlord will be thrilled to see me when he's in a decisive fight against a Raid Boss," Dave's hand was on his beard and his classic Draugr smirk was painted proudly over his jaws.