Death from one, For One.
Davmir sat in his office breathing heavily. For the past hour he found himself literally tearing his office in the Du’Croix Manor apart. His desk was over turned, anything that was on top was strewn about the room. Chairs had legs broken off or were tipped over against the wall below holes created from the impact of being thrown. The few Bookshelves in the room were turned over leaving books scattered about the room. Compared to the immaculate cleanliness outside of this office in the rest of the manor, it looked like a small isolated tornado had torn through this room specifically.
Davmir slumped over in his chair his hands resting in the palm of his hands. He fought the urge to break down, especially in this current time when he needed to project strength of being a leader. He ran over the timeline of events that happened in the past two days.
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First, two days ago reports from parts of the Du’Croix Navy stationed on patrol off the Ter’De’Croix territorial waters reported seeing a massive flying Airship drifting in and out of the clouds above, like an illusion. Davmir thought nothing of it and passed it off as the crews hallucinating, despite being hardened sea veterans.
The next day, the same reports came in again from local fishing boats off the coast of Aemili. His interest was peaked and he started to have the situation monitored. But what happened he did not expect, or could even plan for. A wave of magically enhanced long ships fell from the belly of the Airship. When they boats hit the water, fisherman reported seeing undead filling the boats to the brim.
Then reports of a band of well armed, suspicious figures landing not long after in the fields outside of Aemili. The guards on duty were short due to religious observational hours so they band of strangers entered the harbor city with no objection, a fatal mistake. What followed not long after is something that would haunt Davmir for years to come, making him feel the blame for not doing more.
First it was a report the figures walked straight to the city center demanding an audience. Then a report of them talking with the Lead Guard of the garrison in Aemili. Then all literal hell broke loose. The boats that carried the Undead horde made land fall, encircled the city and started cattle driving the entire populace of the city towards the city center, showing no prejudice killing men, women, children, and guards alike that tried to escape. Reports started coming in mass of a wall of Fel Fire being spawned and the populace being driven into it as it blocked the entrance to the City hall which apparently had its own issues happening inside.
As soon as he could get a network set up he worked with the Sages Corp to give him a view of inside the City Hall, as well as magically project himself to those responsible for the massacre, his intention was to save what populace was left, no matter the cost.
When he saw who the figures were, on in particular, his gut dropped. He had heard of the Crows from his Wife, and from his spies reports as they watched over Blaire. He hand’t heard from his cousin in months, he thought her for dead at this point, but there she stood, among this flock of savages watching the massacre take place. The massacre of her former people.
The price...was one he had to accept though he knew he would regret the ramifications when his wife would return. The child that they had been watching over for close to a year now was retrieved and handed over. Refusal of the demands would be met with destruction of more cities and villages in Ter’De’Croix, and considering this band of less then twenty living souls and a swarm of undead slaves leveled the second largest city in the land, it was not an empty threat.
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Davmir leaned back in his chair letting out a pained scream for as long as his breath could carry until he went silent. He stood up and slowly walked out of the office. The first person he ran into was as solem looking maid who could see the mental pain her Lord was experiencing. All Davmir could do was utter a few words “Bring Zamantha home. I need her.” The maid nodded and rushed off as Davmir slowly made his way into the married couples bedroom slamming the door behind him.
Dark days lay ahead of the Du’Croix nation. They were attacked by a force that Davmir had no interest in trying to go against. Not after what he witnessed inside the City Hall that day. He regretted telling the Mages to allow him sight inside the building rather then just audio.
The death of a city was led by one man. The Price of the safety of his nation was one child. And that day, he lost the only blood family he had left. Despite knowing he had Zamantha at his side, she wasn’t there when he needed her, and he truly felt alone, he only wished his wife would be at his side soon. He was not able to face this alone.
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