Nightmare at tharius

Verkon starred over the walls…patrol duty in tharius, a small costal village near the northern borders
Was not a taxing job, lordship up at the castle only maintained a town guard for the look of the thing
As he whistled to himself, he saw another guard further up the wall burst into flame, his charred remains tumbling from the rain soaked parapet, another one of his colleges aflame before he could blink, Verkon fled for the safety of the bell tower and rang it with all his might.

Half on hour later, Verkon ran through the muddy streets as buildings blazed and people screamed, he had seen the gate house torn apart like straw as the unseen attackers, and surely it must be a whole army to wreak such havoc, forced their way inside, his own wife had been encased in ice by something, he could barely see for rage and panic that flowed through him…

“halt daemon! I cast thee out!” the form of good prior mandrel, striding out of the church with mace in hand, the “daemon” , the doubtless leader of the army, paused from barbequing a baby over a bonfire of watchmen and turned “im sorry, what did you say?”
The priest continued to advance and swung his mace in a roundhouse arc, the monster caught it by the head and melted the steel mace head in his fingers “ nice try, now its my go”, quicker than lightning he grabbed the priest by the face and pure cold irradiated from his hand, the old monk spun away, his head surrounded by ice and the daemon watched interestedly he staggered back, unable to breath and collapsed dead on the floor,

Verkon rose from his hiding place as he dark monster moved back to his meal, he looked at the flaming wreckage of his home, he was the last one left alive, and yet were was the horde that had aid waste to his town, surely…had it just been this one monster? such power.. Shaking his head, Verkon screamed with rage and charged, taking the thing unawares and spearing it right through the chest, he kept running until it was impaled against a wall, then took his dagger and ran the blade through the back of its head, as he turned away there was a sucking noise, he turned back as the undead…thing… pulled itself off his spear and moved to face him

“now what did you do that for?” I said as it took the spear and spun it round to point at the guard, he felt the sting as the point impaled him and the creature lifted him and stuck the spear in the floor in front of the church, he felt dizzy and as agony threatened to overwhelm him he saw many fireballs hit the church spire high above, the last thing he ever saw was the stones of the church plummeting towards him.


Cale woke and stretched , at roughly the same time, so did Benny, getting up from using krunch as a pillow, Pella was stood on a hill rise behind them, Cale looked around, a bit confused
“im here Cale” called the warlock “I err….went for a stroll”
“fair enough’ smiled the elf, then looked a little perplexed “why have you got a hole right through you?’’

not too bad, I must say. There are a few spelling and gramar errors, though who am I to complain. My spelling is some what atrocious.