Death Knight Box Set Books 1-5: A humorous power fantasy series

by Michael Chatfield

  A Drafeng exploded. The blast struck Anthony full on. He was thrown back, slamming into rocks and debris.

  Those around him forgot about him as they tried to stop Troga and Tairlyn. Her hammer and his halberd rose up, closing down their attacks. They were hit and thrown, but they never stopped charging, working as one as they pushed forward.

  Troga pierced a half-dead commander as Tairlyn jumped up his halberd and hit them in the face with a hammer.

  Troga dragged his halberd free and he threw his last spear, piercing a monster that would have hit Tairlyn in the air. He ran forward as she dropped to the ground, taking a sword hit to the side. She was pushed to the side nearly a meter. She swung out with her hammer, striking the Drafeng’s leg, dropping their knee. She was completely exposed to the side as they aimed a spear at her.

  Troga’s halberd took off their arm and stabbed through their chest; they didn’t have time to reach as the halberd was torn from their body.

  Anthony saw two Drafeng gathering their power, ready to de- stroy themselves. He willed up power in his sword and released it.

  The blast hit them both as Tairlyn shot them both out of reflex. Drafeng around Anthony—those who they hadn’t killed and those who they had bypassed, making it this far—focused in on

  him.

  Anthony was hit by a chaotic beast. Scars appeared on his ar- mor and he let out a yell. He rolled to a stop and forced himself up out of sheer will. He was drained, his mana gone, his mind on the edge. All he had was the limited strength left in his body.

  Keep it together. Protect their rear. Come on, don’t pass out on me now!

  He got to his feet, shaking. He felt light-headed and sick. The rushing blood to his head threatened to drop him right back down and cold sweat covered his body.

  He let out a yell, as a spear aimed at his neck. He dodged it and was hit with a sword. It cut into his armor. The grinding, high- pitched noise made him wince. As he moved forward, two shields met him and tossed him backward.

  Instincts, baked into his brain, made him roll as he missed a spear and an axe. He grabbed the ground and kicked his legs, forc- ing himself shakily upward and forward, under the axe Drafeng, and stabbed his sword into their stomach.

  He drew power through his sword, consuming it, filling his own need. Power started to return to his body. His speed increased as he missed the spear from the two shield-using Drafeng who pierced their dead companion.

  Two more were coming for him as he looked at Tairlyn and Troga. A commander was holding them back, keeping them from pushing forward.

  He didn’t think; he used all of the strength he had just gained, turning his body and flipping sideways as he hurled his sword out.

  It cut through the air, hitting the commander in the chest. He had a stunned look as he looked at Anthony and dropped to the ground. There were no more barriers between Troga and Tairlyn.

  Anthony cried out as the two shield-wielding Drafeng’s swords pierced his back and came out of his lower stomach.

  The chaotic power burned through him, consuming him from the inside.

  Anthony pushed forward, off the blade as his sword appeared in his hand and he threw it, striking the Drafeng’s arm. His sword flashed back. Anthony turned, grabbing his sword from the air, and hurled it out. Chaotic beasts were cut down with his sword but re- placed with Drafeng warriors pressing in.

  His blows rang out and he felt the strength leaving his body.

  A spear hit his shoulder as he threw out his sword. The Drafeng’s arm was open as Anthony got his sword back and hurled it in the other direction, clashing with an axe and making its wield- er fall back. The sword-using Drafeng attacked again, his blade still covered in Anthony’s blood.

  Dodging underneath the attack, he grabbed his sword and threw it out. They raised their shield and were forced back as the sword returned and Anthony threw it at the axe-wielder, cutting their leg and dropping them to the ground. He moved forward, holding his stomach as he coughed out blood. His sword returned

  and he threw it into the spear user, forcing them to retreat. The sword re-appeared in his hand as the axe user cut across.

  Anthony jumped up, letting out a roar filled with pain, forcing him on. He stepped on their axe, forcing it down and tilting their body more. Anthony’s sword appeared in his hand. The axe wield- ing Drafeng’s eyes were wide as Anthony brought it across their neck and jumped.

  Their head followed as Anthony fell to the ground, coughing. Blood covered his body. He could feel the power in his body being depleted by the chaotic power from the sword, stopping him from healing.

  “Guardians!” the queen yelled out, the rage clear in her eyes.

  She had no defenses to put up.

  Anthony felt fear in his stomach as the power around the valley started to fluctuate.

  “Get out of there!” Anthony yelled.

  Troga let out a yell, raising his halberd as his body increased in size again. His tattoos lit up across his body.

  Tairlyn was grabbing pistols, firing those that she had reloaded and hitting the queen’s weak spots, making her stumble backward as she spun her hammer, turning it into a blur.

  Anthony started coughing, pushing himself up.

  Tairlyn reached the queen’s side, swinging her hammer with all her might.

  Troga’s body was covered in a massive ox, its horns coming to- gether to meet at his halberd. The ox made one’s soul shake looking at it.

  The ox opened his mouth. “For Dena!” Troga and his clan spir- it were one; Anthony could tell they knew what was happening, that this was their last charge.

  He made to rush forward, wanting to stop it.

  It was as if the mana in the world was sucked into the queen. Anthony, the rocks around him: all of it was pulled forward before reality returned as she released it all in one blast. Her body with- ered as a ray of chaotic power slammed through the defensive tree covering the fortress, tearing through its leaves and branches and hitting the wall. Mages rushed to defend and mitigate the damage as buildings were torn down.

  White filled Anthony’s world, covering Troga and Tairlyn. An- thony felt himself being thrown up into the air; noise and light re- moved his senses as he was picked up and tossed like a pebble.

  ***

  Claire looked at Anthony. She had taken him into the deepest reaches of the underground compound once she left Aila and Tom- mie in the main room. She took him down into her personal cham- bers. Mana passed through the ground, through the walls and through the air as it turned into thin threads that wove together, entering Anthony’s body. The blue glow lit up the room as he drew it in hungrily.

  The tattoos of his familiars lit up, causing his armor to glow with different colors.

  She reached down and touched his helmet, taking solace in the physical connection. She rose up. “When you wake up, then you should know everything, or nearly everything.”

  There was a knock at the door. She went over to it and opened the door. Damien stood there with a collection of papers.

  “Is he still drawing in mana?” “Yes,” Claire said.

  “Well, he was one of the strongest—he probably needs it.” Damien raised the papers.

  “It’s been a week since he started.” Claire indicated to the pa- pers in Damien’s arms.

  “The forces of Radal and Selenus are starting to get serious. It looks like they’re going to go to war again. Mobilization on both sides.” Damien offered her the pages.

  “With everything that the forces of chaos have been doing, it’s hard to believe they didn’t have a hand in this.” Claire took the papers from Damien and reviewed them. “Pretty much everything points to them. Okay, we need to move up our time schedule. Call on the judges; have them assemble. When Anthony wakes, we’ll see if there are any who can become Guardians. Tell the council that we are taking control. Have Tamarra organize things on that front.”

  Damien nodded. “How long do you think it will take him to recover?”


  “I’m not sure.” A thread of worry entered Claire’s voice.

  “Well, he’s made it back from the dead—a little mana loss isn’t that bad.” Damien tried to brighten her spirits.

  “I can only hope that you’re right.”

  Chapter: Striking Out

  Anthony yelled as golden wings appeared on his back. His body started to glow with green power. He pushed himself up with his left hand, his right showing black smoke as his sword was freed from his scabbard. He faced the wall, standing on the stone altar he had been resting on.

  His yell was enough to shake the underground manor and make those who heard it feel a thread of fear run through them.

  The mana in the air shook angrily, his very emotions in tune with the mana around him.

  “So dramatic still.” Claire sighed.

  Anthony started to relax, focusing totally on Claire.

  “What are you staring at, you bag of bones?” Claire moved her hair to cover her lich features.

  He dropped the sword and pulled off his helmet, looking at her with his glowing flames. “Claire.” His voice was rough, filled with emotions and thoughts; loss and longing, relief and joy all in one word. He moved to her and put his arms around her, slowly and carefully.

  Claire could feel her heart in his chest was fit to burst as she felt all of the emotions running through her like an electric field.

  She, the war mage, was more scared, happy, confused, tired, and overjoyed than she had ever felt on any battlefield. She had got- ten back the man she loved, the man she had given her heart to.

  She fell into his embrace and just let out the loneliness—the suffering, the fear. All of it was laid bare.

  Like that, a death knight hugged and rocked a grand lich, care- fully stroking her hair.

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  It was some time before he released Claire.

  The loss was too fresh, the memories vivid.

  I’m still recovering, only about thirty percent of what I was at my peak. I need to get more power in order to wake up Penelope and Wendy, to materialize all of my familiars. To fight against the Drafeng yet again.

  His mind moved, seeing Troga and Tairlyn.

  “After Troga and Tairlyn killed the queen, what happened?” Anthony asked.

  Claire went silent as she pushed away and looked at her hands. “I broke my vows,” Claire said in a low voice.

  “What do you mean?” Anthony asked.

  “Who told you to run out there and be a hero! Who told any of you?” Claire yelled, glaring at Anthony. “I was the commander of the defenses. You should have waited for my orders!”

  Anthony took off his gauntlets and held her hands. “We had to. You know how queens are—once they’re in an area with a lot of power, they can start reproducing rapidly. They would have re- formed their army, kept on hitting us with their cannons, increased their army as they waited, destroying our defenses and then pour- ing through. There was no way that we would be able to last three days. Once they got through the fortress, they would have run in- to several towns and villages in the surrounding area. And our re- inforcements would have to split their forces to try to stop them. Meanwhile, more poured through the fortress and that queen kept on spawning more beasts.

  “They were all over the place, unorganized, suffered heavy ca- sualties. We needed to act before they got ready,” Anthony said.

  Claire bit her lip but she didn’t say anything. She knew he was right, but still she wished it hadn’t happened.

  “Troga and Tairlyn were killed by the queen. You were dying, without any power in your body, even your familiars were dormant.

  Chaotic power burned you from the inside. I used my darker pow- ers. You were the first three I turned into undead. Then I turned the rest of the Guardians who had fallen into undead. With it, I lost my rank with the Guardians. They banned me from awaken- ing you completely. We still had a war to fight, though. There was a group of Guardians who made me promise to make them un- dead. Using some of our contacts, a crypt was made in the moun- tains. Guardians fell in battle and I raised them, binding their soul to their bodies, sending them to the crypt to rest. Even in death, they wanted to be ready in case there was ever a battle that needed them.

  “The Guardian leadership turned a blind eye. It was our peo- ple’s choice to make. We lost so many. The Guardians cleared the remaining gates and closed off Dena from the Drafeng. At the end, there were hundreds filling the crypt, but only tens were left after- ward. They were already being lenient. The judges passed down a sentence.” She raised her hands and injected some mana into her wrist. A purple chain appeared.

  “I was to remain alive to care for Dena, to watch over the crypt but never use my power to raise those there unless Dena was un- der a grave threat. I found out that the chaotic flames in your body were burning through your mind, destroying your soul. I found that lichs could increase the power of the fallen under their com- mand over time. So, I took that last step. As you would sleep, I would watch over Dena, hoping that we were never needed. I dis- appeared to complete the ritual. It was a success and the undead Guardians started to recover with time. I needed to draw out my heart as it would become the center of my power. I placed it within you so that I would always know what happened to you. At least be able to track you down.

  “Damien wasn’t a Guardian but I still turned him into an un- dead, according to his will. I was working on him last when I was

  becoming a lich. When I became a lich, his soul was powerful enough that he woke up by himself. He stuck with me as a death knight. We sealed up the crypt. If we were to raise you, the Guardians promised to hunt me down. So I left and I headed to Epan, as far from the crypt as possible. People thought that I had died in the fighting.

  “The Guardians and Dena recovered from the war. The Agents of Chaos were at work—many of them had gotten through. As the Guardians were fighting on the front lines, they infiltrated a num- ber of institutions. Using their connections, they were able to turn public sentiment against us. They led their own people to attack the Guardians. They went to trials that were a mockery. They tried to cleanse the Agents of Chaos, but they were overwhelmed. Those who were left fell. The headquarters of the Guardians became the Church of Light’s headquarters, which is nothing more than an in- stitution run by the Agents of Chaos.

  “Damien and I worked in Ilsal and Epan. We spread our in- fluence carefully. We quietly cleared the lands here and built up the government, making sure that the Agents of Chaos weren’t able to infiltrate. We got into contact with the elves, dwarves, and oth- er races through different channels. Only some of the enclaves of dwarves and the elves were free of the chaos’s influence. We’ve been fighting to keep the Agents of Chaos away, build up our own forces and try to figure out what we can do in Radal and Selenus. I cannot go to the main continent, that was part of my sentence, unless I am asked to, by a Guardian.”

  Anthony hugged Claire once again. She struggled but he didn’t let go.

  “I’m back now,” he said, holding her.

  Claire was stiff before she coughed and then wrapped her hands around Anthony as if she were holding onto a life raft.

  It was some time before she released him again.

  “So, how am I still a Guardian?” Anthony asked.

  “I raised you, but I didn’t affect your mind nor your soul. When you awoke, then it was up to the judges to say if you would remain a Guardian or not. It looks like they approved,” Claire said. “Well then, Claire, as the last remaining Guardian standing,

  in somewhat of an undead manner, will you assist me in restoring peace to Dena, restoring the Guardian institution, and protecting Dena from those wishing to harm those within it? If they be people of Dena or those from other realms and planes?” Anthony asked.

  The chains on her wrists lit up again. “I will be beside you in this life and the next.” Claire’s flaming eyes looked into his. “Don’t think about trying to kiss me
. You’d be all teeth.” Claire grinned.

  Anthony couldn’t help but laugh, hugging her again as he whis- pered in her ear. “That’s my battle mage.”

  “Well, that was romantic,” Claire said dryly but squeezed him tighter, a cat-like satisfied look on her face.

  “You’re not going to let me go, are you?” “Nope!”

  “Okay, so what do we have to do now?”

  “Now? Well, things have changed, or at least accelerated since you went to sleep. The legions of the beast kin and the armies of the humans have started to amass on the borders of Selenus and Radal. I have gathered judges from across the world. People that are all looking to better lives on Dena. I have trained them for peace and tried to prepare them for war. Now they can become the ham- mer of justice, wielding it to crush those who dare harm Dena, and build up those who are innocent. They await a Guardian, and as it happens, I have found one.”

  “War never changes. Only people’s memories and accounts of it change. No one asks the soldier, the person who was there, what they thought of the war. It is those in high towers and in lands far

  away who send them.” Anthony let out a sigh, feeling tired. He had fought all of his life, waged war for years.

  “We both know that you won’t leave them to it. That you’ll somehow be right in the middle of it all.” Claire touched his jaw and turned him to face her.

  “It is up to the Tribunal to accept or deny a Guardian,” Antho- ny said.

  “I know and I know not all of the judges will be accepted to be- come Guardians. I will be unable to command them. You will be- come the leader of the Guardians.” She let that sink in for a mo- ment before she continued. “While I command the united isle mil- itaries from Epan and Ilsal and oversee the courts, we’re going to need Guardians capable of cleansing Dena. It’s time for us to do our duty.”