It’s time to panic
Nahual walked into the police station bearing bad news. Rykard told him that the Necromancer hadn’t been caught, confirming that evil still walked free among the people. Inside, under the bright lights and familiar smell of day-old coffee, Nahual saw people panicking. Most of the people were actually doing work filling out paperwork.
However, an equal amount were talking over each other. Most of the topics centered around the sightings that were coming in. Many people had called the station about seeing a figure along the city wall wrapped in a cloak and hook and holding a staff. Others, a smaller amount, were panicking over the sightings of more undead. They hadn’t seen any at the university or other locations they’d marked, but they’d spotted undead among the people intermingled with people in costumes. They’d only noticed because there were fights among the populace, and the police, still bearing the stones, had brought them too close to the groups. Several undead melted and struggled against the cops. Some of the police were now panicking at their desks, their fervor to find the Necromancer diminished.
Nahual went to Chief Vedra’s office and asked what had happened. He repeated the same thing Nahual had heard.
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“The Necromancer has been spotted along the walls. Several undead have been spotted throughout the city, Nahual. It’s all hands on deck.” From behind his desk, Vedra appeared as powerful as he had before. Nahual felt pride that he could follow a figure to protect the city.
“Rykard confirmed it at the temple, chief. The Necromancer hasn’t been caught. It’s more than likely that the sightings are accurate.”
Chief Vedra sighed and shrank slightly. Then, he pushed himself out of his chair and stood at his full height. “I had hoped that this was a ruse, or an attempt to get us to chase phantoms. But, if Rykard says it’s true, then it’s time.”
The chief left his office and stood before his board. His presence alone calmed the turbulent atmosphere. Once the room had completely quieted, he began.
“There have been concerns regarding the sightings of the Necromancer. We had assumed that we caught all of the undead, or hopefully the Necromancer.” He paused and watched the crowd, their worried faces. He sighed, and spoke, “the city will now enforce a curfew. We will now actively hunt the undead, and verify individual identities, and status. Lastly,” Chief Vedra paused, “the church will likely call the paladins into the city. If anyone sees them, do as they say.”
Nahual stood to the side and took it all in. He hoped it would end soon, and that the city would be purged of evil. Nahual felt his sense of purpose reignite. The station around him, again in a clamor, but he vows to do everything he can to catch the Necromancer.