"All I'm saying is, like it or not, I am your second in
command. You could try giving me some responsibility."
Vyet's face appeared more serpentine after each battle. The
city must be mutating him somehow. Darza himself felt the familiar humming of
chaos within his bones. He’d nearly forgotten, but now it felt like a breeze,
where it used to feel to him like a furnace. Vyet’s skin seemed to be green and
dry, and Darza could swear he was seeing a forked tongue in the man's mouth.
"You are no more my second in command than that thing." He pointed to
a zombie which had been chained to a tree in order to protect the living from
the wrath of their vampire commander. "You have done nothing. My last
second, Graeykl, was a beast in man's skin. Give me a reason and I will give you
respect."
Vyet leaned in close. "There are rumors of more
greenskins coming in through the East gate. It may be an easy win. All we have
to do is drive them off. Make them want to go in through another entrance. It
could help our local reputation."
"Information is still nothing. Make me respect you.
Though I'll seize this opportunity. We move."
The greenskins were slowly advancing on the city gate. A
handful at most. Easy prey. He had his men spread out to intercept. Staggering
zombies and the like. Vyet positioned himself in a ruined temple and gave Darza
an evil glare. Darza figured he'd pay for that one later. He positioned himself
in the floor of the temple, alongside Ned. The orcs made their move, and were
met with resistance. A giant orc with a boar tusk helmet roared and charged
through the gate, followed by another massive orc with a two-handed axe. Good,
enough to satiate his thirst. He heard Vyet mumbling some words as the orcs
advanced. Suddenly, there was a blast of black smoke from the earth and a
thousand skeletal hands reached up, dragging the helmeted orc into a shallow grave. The orc
howled in defiance as he was pulled asunder. The other orc seemed nonchalant
about his commander's fate and plunged into combat, engaging Darza. The tagalong goblin seemed to give Darza some added fervor, and he managed to kick the goblin in
its bulbous nose while his shield intercepted the massive orc's charging blow, before putting his full weight on the tiny beast’s chest, crushing it to
death, while his rusted steel raked across the orc's face. It grabbed at its face with one hand and swung its ax at the air wildly in defiance before the greenskin dropped to
its knees. It looked up with one eye, its other gushing blood, and with a casual swing of his ancient shield, Darza sent it down without hope of it getting back up soon. Darza would come for
this one later. He hadn’t fed in some time, and it was clearly larger than the
other orcs. It was worthy.
Outside of the building, Buford was left alone with a zombie
to try and break the orcs that came to his position.. He'd been affectionately
calling this one Maggot. Maggot had apparently been a privateer. And not too long
ago. He'd maybe been stewing in the river for a month or so. Been nibbled on by
all kinds of critters before Vyet had gotten to him, he reckoned. Either way, Buford felt
more secure having someone next to him...even if Maggot would kill him without
thought, given the order. He awaited the orc host and heard them coming. Some
kind of large red thing, with a mouth full of teeth half-bounced, half-waddled
around the corner. It had two legs, but they both ended in long claws. A goblin
followed it, and a second...thing...followed the goblin closely. All three of
them charged the man. He was confident, even though his leg still had painful
pangs rolling through it. The things both hit at once, and he saw the world go
black beneath the beast...
Darza heard a high-pitched scream and went outside to see
two squigs atop Burford. That man needed to be whipped into shape. Literally whipped.
Darza would see the “army” he was given rise to greatness, even if that meant
he had to remove the cancerous bits himself. In fact, he preferred it that way.
Fear was the most powerful motivator he’d ever known. The vampire leaped out of the building through one of the long-abandoned broken windows, landing nearby and charging the
goblin. Darza skewered the beast between the ribs, raising it up to eye level,
that he could see all of the useless life flee the thing's fragile body. Its head lolled over
dumbly. Pitiful creature. Not at all a good design for a warrior. And yet, it bested his man...sickening. He looked out
to see another orc with a bloody weapon advancing into the city, and called his
men to flee. They'd spilt blood this day, but not enough to break the resolve
of the greenskins. He motioned for his men to move out, and the undead fled the
field, happy with their loss thus far.
After the orcs had come back and dragged off their dead and
wounded, Darza did a tally. All the zombies were present. The only one missing
was Clovis. He found the body behind a tree. There were so many pieces that he
was actually impressed with the orc who did the deed. And it had made an affort to mix the pieces with one of his zombies, as if that would have stopped him from raising whatever it would turn out to be. Buford's arm was mangled
and needed a bit of time to heal. The greenskins’ beasts were good at eating,
judging by the ripped flesh of the man’s arm. If that man spent as much time
training as he did healing, maybe he wouldn't be wounded so much, Darza mused.
Vyet was rather confident that he could stitch the dead man back together, and
make a zombie of him. That was one way to solve his mental issues. The vampire
chuckled over that one. Ned seemed disheartened about the whole affair, and
Darza realized that he needed his men in ship shape. After all, with Buford spending more time in the infirmary than the field, and Clovis having far more surface
area than ever a man should have, he needed his men in good mental condition. That meant that they didn't need to fear future service after their tour of duty officially "ends."
"Dig a hole. Let it rest."
He did need to replace the man though, but wasn’t worried. It
wouldn't be hard to find an incompetent moron in this city. Ned picked up a
shovel, with the intention of digging the hole, but Darza stopped him.
"No. I need you to find his replacement. Take some coins. Find me a
criminal. Someone who won't be missed. Someone cheap. Don't tell them what its for. You. Dig the hole."
He pointed a steel-encased fist at Vyet, who had a shocked
look on his face. "But...I'm a man of learning, not...not some kind
of...l-laborer!"
Darza tilted his helmeted head
back a bit. The kind of tilt that implied horrid consequences if conditions are
not met. Vyet reluctantly grabbed the shovel and stabbed it weakly into the
dirt. Darza began to walk away, but stopped and turned. "Vyet the
Necretard. You have done well this day. But not THAT well."