Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 508: A Long Time

"So… Who is this Quideos Audit?" sneaking up from behind like an ill-intentioned bandit, Ioleznta tapped Antieeld’s back, scaring the hell out of the commandant.

"Wh- Herald Ioleznta, where did you even come from?" Antieeld was not growing any more used to the emerald herald’s ambush tactic, that woman just appeared anywhere at any time to ask dubious questions and engage in conversations about just about anything.

’Why is she asking this now? I only dreamed and spoke his name once weeks ago…’ actually, it might have even been longer than this, as the herald had mentioned, their object of worship seemed to possess a mind of its own, deciding when to rise and when not to, typically sticking to the norm, but as was also stated, the sun was a mischievous entity that often times liked to mess with people.

Even after being here for quite a while, the Tamarisian’s were still considered fresh meat to torment by this green solar body.

Ioleznta, for all intents and purposes, was very much a trickster like the thing she worshipped, in fact, as time went on and Antieeld got to brush up with a few more of the exalted figures of this realm did she realise that all herald’s were rather playful, just that the others had been more patient than the one currently tapping her shoulder.

"So, who is he?"

Antieeld could only sigh and explain, the herald just bringing one finger up against her lips as if deep in thought before walking away without another word, moving like skipping through a meadow.

The instant her back was turned, Ioleznta’s amused expression crumbled, instead replaced with a light frown, the smoke always around her smooth grey skin growing a bit darker, pupils stopping to shift pattern for a few moments.

Moving throughout the tall towers of those that worshipped the sun until she arrived to balcony, bathing in the emerald rays of light, the herald disappeared with a flash, reappearing a minute or so later somewhere else, where the shine of sun reached arriving before a dilapidated cabin lost in the woods.

"Arzt" she greeted the man inside, still working away at his carvings in the exact same position, exact same spot as always, one might think that this man either never slept or just kept on carving even in his slumber.

Stopping for a moment, turning his neck to get a look at the face of his visitor.

"Mmh… Ioleznta? Truly, it has been a long time since I came here, to think that the little herald brat would have become a grown woman" he commented with a dry chuckle which quickly turned into something more akin to a cough.

"You would know how long it has been if you didn’t hide away here, out of our kind sun’s warm light" walking up to face him, or at least, to stand before Arzt as he was not intent on standing up to have an actual proper conversation, no, he was already back to carving, wondering what to name this next creation.

"Arzt, your new friends are in trouble" she calmly stated, the carver not reacting.

"Are they not your friends as well? You used to strike me as the extraverted sort" carving a name upon the small stone statue, the emerald herald looked down upon it, then to the right, to the left, up and down, in every direction, noticing something obvious but that had been so much so that it had seemed natural.

So instead of answering the question thrown at her, she asked her own.

"Why are you carving so many skeletons?" they were everywhere and in many forms, small skeletal babies, skulls and bones on their own, represented partly destroyed, of varying shapes and sizes, all imprinted with awfully similar names from what she could see.

"Pestilent Harvest, Graven Plague, Commanding Decay…" she read a few of them aloud, her frown growing deeper, covering Ioleznta’s soft and youthful visage in wrinkles.

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Arzt was not providing any explanation just yet.

"Old man, are you trying to invite those undeads into our realm with your carvings? We do not mind your ways, but that will change if-" her figure illuminating with an emerald glow, the carver finally responded, raising one of his hairy arms up.

"Calm down now… Phew, heraldry really changed the nice little girl I knew…"

"Don’t try to change the subject, I’ll be nice when you explain yourself and get to hear what I was here for in the first place" pupils shifting into triangles, a definite sign that her patience was wearing thin.

"No worries, Ioleznta, unless I write down specific names of the undead, there are no chances for my carvings to cause any problem…" even though he really would have wanted to see what sort of things inscribing the name of Loimos could do, the carver had refrained from such a reckless act, Milo had been rather vivid about this undead, and the name, even when spoken aloud in a realm where death was basically non-existent as those that died never produced any death force, had carried clearly perceptible traces of power and influence.

If Arzt spoke it aloud using his knowledge of names, he might just be heard by its owner.

"...What was it that you wanted to tell me about? The people from beyond our realm are in trouble? How so?" he did not quite see who or what could have something against them, from what he had understood from the ones that had come to get prosthetics, they were all fitting in quite well, be it with the sun worshippers or beast worshippers, they were all respectful and strong enough to warrant instant respect, their prolonged stay allowing for friendships to form even.

"It’s the borders of our realm, we sensed something trying to find its way in"

"What?"

"We fear that the so-called undead are responsible" Ioleznta sighed running her gloved hand through her pure white hair.

"Iliz thinks that it may be because of our guests, that the dead followed their trail" she stated, neither denying nor affirming the accusation.

"Iliz? Iliz… Wait, the other brat? Since when are her words taken seriously?" the carver titled his head, causing the herald to roll her eyes.

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"Arzt, you really ought to see some sunlight once in a while, Iliz is a divine dancing priestess now, not the cheeky little girl you remember"

’Though she is still a midget’ she kept that last line to herself, that was a sensitive topic to the dancing priestess.

"Oh my… But she was even younger than you… And not very talented in anything either… So Iliz grew up, actually worked seriously and ascended the ranks? I am incredibly old…" he rubbed his chin, discovering that his unkempt bear was larger than was remembered.

"...So the brat is calling keeping them as guests into question?" he asked.

"Basically, but there is actually little that can be done by the either emerald heralds or divine dancing priestesses on the matter, they have integrated well, the people like them, and a few of our guests have even begun communing alongside us, be it with their own faiths or even by taking our beliefs up… Any action against them would be immediately perceived as unjust, especially when their arrival into our realms was naught but chance, they were running away from death and misery" explained Ioleznta, confusing Arzt.

"So then, what is the problem? Sounds like everything will be fine for them-"

"Old man, heralds and priestesses may be the upper-echelon, but the sun and beasts are above us still- Our emerald sun could not care less about our guests, perhaps bringing a bit of disarray, having already taken a liking to them… But Iliz, she wants to get the opinion of the all-beast" Arzt felt a cold sweat travelling down his spinal cord.

"The all-beast? That girl definitely has not changed that much…"

Whilst the sun worshippers obviously followed the emerald star, it was a bit more complicated for the beast worshippers, one might think that they revered all creatures instead, which was not wrong, but not quite true either.

They did have a singular leader of sort like the sun worshippers did, only that it tended to be viewed as an example of what not to do when partaking in the worship of beasts, unlike the emerald sun who had become a brilliant star, it had become something dreadful and unsightly, a figure instead respected for showing the way by taking the wrong one.

And yet, Iliz was intending on asking for its opinion on this matter.