His Sacred Incantations by Scarlett Gale

Author:Scarlett Gale
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: femdom fantasy romance, high fantasy romance, queer fantasy romance, fantasy romance with kink, fantasy adult romance, romance adventure books, romance fantasy adventure, role-reversal romance, viking romance, fantasy romance with comedy, kinky fantasy romance
Publisher: Unnatural Redhead Creations
Published: 2021-04-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

“All right,” the Kestrel says, scraping the last bits of soup out of her bowl with her last bite of flatbread. “The short answer is that we found the undead.”

“What’s the long answer?” the Black Bear asks after Kestrel fails to elaborate.

“There’s a shitload of them and we didn’t find the guy who’s making them.” That’s from Sister Evelyn, who’s angling for another flatbread.

Lucían hands her one without looking and says, “That’s not a much longer answer.”

“Yeah, well, I want everyone’s hands to be clean before I roll out the map,” the Badger says. “The good news about the shitload of undead we found is that they’re not very active during the day. I think Lucían’s hunch is correct, and the sunlight hurts them. It’s clear that they can move around, but it’s slower. If we attack during daylight we’ll be at an advantage.” They tap their fingers impatiently on the leather map case in their lap, eyeballing the Knife specifically as she goes back for a second helping of soup and flatbread.

She glances up, glances down at her bowl, and shrugs. “I’m just gonna stab them wherever they are, I don’t care if I can see the map. I promise I won’t spill on it.”

The Badger narrows their eyes at her for a long moment and finally says, “Alright, fine.” They pop open the case and take out a large roll of parchment, unfurling it on an unoccupied stone block. “Help me out?” they say to Sister Abigail, who twitches her hand and summons a magelight to hover over the map in the deepening twilight. Everyone but the Knife shifts around until they can get eyes on the parchment. Glory leans over Lucían and tucks her chin over his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist, and this is going to be the nicest strategy meeting he’s ever been a part of.

“There are undead everywhere,” the Kestrel says, pointing at various spots on the map with the head of an arrow. “In these areas the numbers are marginal, between two and five of them wandering around or tucked into shaded areas. They can be safely ignored, for the most part, until we deal with the real issue.” She taps a large structure in the center of the map, her mouth a hard line. “This is the location of the main horde.”

“Whoever our necromancer is, he’s set up this building as his main base of operations,” Sister Evelyn says, picking up the explanation seamlessly. “We couldn’t investigate it as thoroughly as we wanted because my invisibility is time-limited and we kept having to inch our way around things, but all the signs point to this as the main site of his work. There are runes painted everywhere in what’s probably blood—”

Lucían sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. “They’re definitely blood. That’s how it works.”

Evelyn nods and continues, “—and there are other signs of ritual magical work, candles, magic circles on the floor, etcetera, your standard evil shit.

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