Threadbare Volume 3 by Andrew Seiple

Author:Andrew Seiple
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LitRPG, Gamelit, Fantasy, Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Andrew Seiple
Published: 2018-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

INTERLUDE 2: KING’S LEGACY

The moon rose high through the ornate stained glass windows, as six heroes and one golem slammed open the heavy wooden doors to the shrine.

Dark, haunting organ music skirled high to the rafters, sending swarms of bats screeching out into the night, flowing through and past the intrepid vampire hunters who had come to put paid to the darkest of vampires; the dread Count Joculah!

“And so you are here...” said the vampire, brown fingers lifting from white keys, as the organ fell silent. The vampire’s brown hands wormed his way over his brown suit, and smoothed brown hair, testing and touching as only those who never see themselves in mirrors do, making sure that he looked his best for his would-be slayers.

“Die Monster!” Melos bellowed, leveling a blade that glowed with the leering faces of the trapped daemons within, red and hellish and surging with raw power as he led the charge. “I’m your Challenge! Come face my Entropic Strike!”

“You don’t belong in this world!” Rezzak yelled from behind the charging demon knight, raising his feathered staff high, and slamming it to the ground. “Angelic Pact! Summon Greater Cherub! Summon Greater Cherub! Summon Greater Cherub!”

“Fools! It was mortal men who— gah!” the vampire yelled, dodging as Melos’ red blade came way too close to splitting him right down his widow’s peak. “Can’t a man monologue first?”

“A man? Yes!” The woman in green stepped out from behind Rezzak, pointing at him with a wand in each hand. “A monster? No. Get him, Emmet!”

As glowing, silvery babies with bows and arrows faded in all around the group, a hulking suit of armor shambled through the doorway and came in on Melos’ flank. The Demon Knight grinned to see it, grinned behind his helm as he fought the vampire, laying into him with strikes that left dust and scars with every slash. The wounds from Entropic Strike couldn’t be healed, not while the spell was active.

Then flames wisped around him, as Sabi went into business. The red-silk-garbed woman slid out from behind a tapestry, twisting her hands, as she directed the flames to sear the elder undead. Brown cheeks quirked in a smile under a red veil as the creature burned... burned until he folded his cloak around him, and his flesh started to ripple.

“You think you have a chance?” Count Joculah chuckled, then exploded into bats. Melos brought his shield up, and the daemon faces in it gobbled and chomped at the flying rodents as they swirled around him. So long as they stay out of my helmet, it’s good. It’s fine. Besides, the fool’s played right into our hands. Come on Sabi...

“Fireball!”

Even with his flame resistant gear, he felt the blast wave, grunted as a red ‘146’ whipped out of him. But as bad as it was for Melos, it was leagues worse for the vampire. Bats shrieked and screamed and swirled in all directions.

“This is the point where I miss Grissle the most!” Graham shouted, as he put down a rain of crossbow-flung stakes.

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