To Serve The Cause Of Law

[*Midnight]

The demons begin to twitch and lurch pulling themselves from the flame as is if waking from some kind of deep slumber. He feels their mind connect with his as they rise to unlife.

//Exact numbers and types to follow as it will require me to look up jd levels and do maths.

[*Selebius]

((no worries- they are just going to be reduced to be a plot device))


He takes a deep breath, reaching into their minds, tightening his control as he tells them his first- and last- order:

"Patrol this woods. Kill every demon you find. Do not attack other beings."

Turning around he mounts his horse again.

"Lets move."

Quickly he returns to the road, hurrying to cross the woods as fast as possible.

[*Midnight]

The undead march off in a disorganized mob their chaotic nature remaining in undeath. Hasclaan and Ramal are on their way and soon they are within sight of a large wled city. They hear the blast of horns and the draw bridge is begining to lower.

[*Selebius]

"..."


With a shrug he rides up towards the city gates quickly, trying to reach that drawbridge, hoping Ramal stays in disguise.

He does not attempt to hide himself indeed he makes sure they see how he hurries, hoping they might think him just another refugee, clinging to his mount's back.

[*Midnight]

He has to stop as a number of men on horse back thunder past him nearly knocking jim from his horse. They head towards three mounted figures on the plane opposite Hasclaan. He crosses the drawbridge as does Ramal once they enter there is a thud as the portculis slams shut behind them and they are trapped in the murder hole between two sets of gates.

[*Selebius]

Hopping off his horse he stretches, then knocks at the inner gate, thumping at it with his fist while still looking as unthreatening as possible.

" I am Hasclaan Guunt, sent by the Fraternity of Order to investigate the Demon threat. Humbly I offer to share what intelligence I have gathered so far with the brave defenders of this city!"

He speaks in celestial- hoping the soothing sounds and words of this language will prevent anyone from attacking them outright and also hoping that those who are able to understand him are of sufficient rank to be actually be of use to him.

[*Midnight]

The man at the gate stands and stares at him open mouthed. Evidently not a linguist.

"Yer What!?"

[*Selebius]

Good. I have someone listening to me now, he thinks.

"Good Day Sir. I am Hasclaan Guunt, sent by the Fraternity of Order to investigate the Demon threat. Humbly I offer to share what intelligence I have gathered so far with the brave defenders of this city.", he now says in common, wearing a thin, polite but distant smile.

[*Midnight]

As Hasclaan talks the man sniffs and coughs up a glob of dark phlegm and then states blankly his knowledge of Celestial rivals his knowledge of the planes.

"Yer Who!?"

[*Selebius]

He smiles the polite smile of a man who has to deal with people like this daily.

"I am a sage. Fleeing from demons. I have important news!"