Carney, C.M - The Realms 035 - Dead Must Die by Carney C.M

Author:Carney, C.M [Carney, C.M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Room Press
Published: 2018-11-30T14:00:00+00:00

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Deep in the Barrow, the master sat on his throne. His flowing robes of black smoke seemed almost alive in their movements. A spectral hand moved up and formed a fist. The skull that was the only physical component of this new Barrow King plopped onto the fist with an exaggerated annoyance only a teenager could muster. The silver light flickering in the empty eye sockets grew more agitated.

“I am soooooo bored,” Simon whined and tossed part of a leg bone at the nearest dread knight, the one he’d ordered to stand on one leg and hop up and down. His aim was true but the desiccated corpse didn’t even notice as the bone bounced off its face.

He held out his free hand and the reanimated corpse of the man named Dirge handed him another bone. “We could engage in some witty repartee, master.”

Simon tossed the bone at another dread knight. This one was rubbing its stomach in a circular motion with its right hand while patting the top of its head in time with its left. Again Simon’s aim was true, and the bone smacked the undead warrior in the eye, causing it to dangle from its socket. Like his brethren, the dimwitted undead didn’t seem to notice.

“No, last time we did that you used a bunch of words I didn’t know and it made me feel bad. I want to feel good and do something fun. Maybe I should bury you up to your neck again in the Wyrmynn’s latrine.”

“I’d rather you not, all things considered,” Dirge responded in his silky, almost seductive, voice.

“You’re boring too,” Simon said and tossed another bone at a third dread knight. This one‘s arms were splayed wide and had been spinning in circles for the better part of an hour without getting dizzy. The bone’s jagged end pierced the corpse’s side and stuck. Despite the small victory, Simon refused the next proffered bone.

“Are you still upset the Dark Dryad canceled your date?”

“No,” Simon whined. “And she didn’t cancel it, she was sick. Some kinda fungal infection. Probably got it from one of those walking blobs of spores she uses as minions.”

“Yes, that is a convincing possibility,” Dirge said.

Simon’s sockets snapped over to Dirge. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing, just some idle chatter,” Dirge said, his voice rising in pitch.

Simon stared at the man. Sometimes he regretted reanimating the Aegyptian assassin. The dude was as unbearable in undeath as he had been in life. I could just kill him again and reanimate someone else.

Sadly he didn’t have many better options. The Barrow wasn’t seeing a great influx of new corpses. Truth be told, he hadn’t thought he’d be able to bring Dirge back since the dude’s soul had been consumed by a nasty poison. Still living Dirge had tried to use it on Gryph’s pal Ovyrm, before the xydai had turned the assassin’s own weapon against him.

Dirge had suggested his current charming personality was a biological echo left in his brain after his soul perished.

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