James Reel--Sword and sorcery audiobook
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the People's Necromancer audition script read by James Riel From the prologue. For almost 1500 years, the humans and the kingdom of Sir Del managed to live in relative peace, free from the magics of the great empires to the south and without conflict from the dark elves in their last ancient city of you, small in the Northeast, The monarchs, in the family of elder involved, still had to contend with civil wars and petty fights amongst the local nobles. They still had to repel the frequent invasions by Orc ish hordes from the Southeast. So the age had its share of bloodshed and sadness. From Chapter one Ashton Gerald's unweighted outside Clayton's home, Master Nathan had given him the day off Clayton's day. The funeral. Ashton hadn't knocked on the apartment door. He didn't want to rush Riley. He wouldn't even breathe that It made her uncomfortable. So he sat and he waited. She smiled, and he felt his heart pump 100 times faster. He broke three Stems without thinking about the need for a variety. He panicked as he looked to her again for approval. She grinned so widely the teeth showed, parting the dark black with pearly whites. His heart slowed to a more appropriate rhythm as he approached her. He could have brought me three weeds, she said, and it still would have brightened by day. It was Ashton his turn to tear up from Chapter three. Master Nathan, the leader asked, his eyes growing wide, the two companions whistled loudly and with exaggeration. We know your master quite well, the Archer said. Quite a wealthy man, that one best. Smith this side of the Capitol, they say the bandit leader agreed, can make almost anything. The Archer agreed. New or were demand with, the cudgel said, pointing out his chest. New arrows, the archer said. New sword, the leader added. But you'll find this one, even though it's dull, could still get the job done. He slapped Ashton with the flat side of the blade and then returned the point to his neck. I'm not helping you, Ashton said defiantly. You're not helping us. Demand with the council, said unconvinced. He slammed his weapon inches away from Ashton's hip, startling him. You're right, the bandit leader said. He pushed his blade hard against Ashton, shoulder driving. Ashton's back into the moss bed ashen, grimaced in pain. You're helping yourself. The bandit leader finished a rustling in nearby bushes, startled the three men, and the sound of heavy footsteps thundered towards them. The archer let loose an arrow, and the attacker took it to the chest, but it kept coming forward over his head. The man held a medium sized boulder, easily as large as Ashton's torso. Clayton Ashton yelled. A second arrow found its mark, but Clayton surged forward and the bandit leader tripped over a root that crossed the forest path. He held up his non sword arm to lamely fend off the blow. But Clayton brought the rock down so hard that the man's hand went through his own skull with the rock from Chapter seven Nightmares. Again, she asked, without a hint of drowsiness. She had been awake. He nodded as she propped herself against her pillows, her sheets pressed firmly against her chest. The glow of soft moonlight hit her shoulders from a nearby window. She noticed him looking. It'll go away. He lied. I'll forget if only you'd let yourself, she said. You have the power to stop them. You know I can't do that, he said. How many times have I tried? She grinned and let the covers fall, exposing her naked breasts. The last time he had seen her nude had been in the carriage. That day he had asked the driver to speed up, but she had taken off her dress. The vibrations of the carriage always put her in a mood. Ever since they had been 15 and 16 it only wanted the rattling carriage to mask the sounds from inside to keep the driver from reporting what they had hidden from their father for nearly a decade. Why can't I resist you? He asked sullenly. Why do you feel? You must? She asked from Chapter nine. He leapt atop lightning, and Simon followed him closely on his own mount. They found Abandoned Group and Slade seven Mawr. Before any backup arrived, Frederick became a Wraith like solely focused on carnage for Sarah. In his mind, he saw each of these men killing the small boys at the house on the road to Sharon, and they all paid bloodily for the damage. They had inflicted 10 more on the road leading to park with five Maurin, the forests just south of the smoke three more who had made camp on defended his ears with their boasts of rapes and murders. A small group of six who managed to ding his armor with arrows before he riffed their insides from their stomachs and spat into their faces As the light faded from their eyes, covered in their blood, he meandered through the wood, hoping against hope that pack if still stood, that he had made it in time to save even one of these people. But the screams were muted, and the smoke was beginning to subside, as if there wasn't much more to burn. He stumbled through the trees until he came to a shadow there, watching the town. Unlike the faceless men he had slaughtered, this one seemed familiar. Frederick raised his visor, squinting at the leather clad, brown bearded man in a long leather cap and nondescript armor who had not noticed his approach. Jeremy Frederick asked, Surprised. He winced as he thought about her covered in blood, turning toward him on the path to her small home and the graves she would have to dig. I wish you hadn't come, Jeremy said, grabbing him by the back of the neck. No one wants to be here, Frederick said, smiling at his friend. But someone had to come. It's a good thing I came that we both came. You and me together. The Red Army doesn't stand a chance. A sharp pain pierced Fredericks neck and a metal taste flooded his mouth. He gasped as he pushed away from Jeremy. He grasped around at his exposed neck and felt the knife handle. He fell to the ground. I wish you hadn't come, Jeremy said as he bent down to Fredericks level from Chapter 16. Some of you have called me master, he said. I do not see myself of such. I know not the rules or laws that bind you to me. I don't know how long you were here. All I know is that as long as you are here, I will be beside you. We will find this red Army another cheer. We will chase them out of our towns and into the forests, he promised. A louder cheer is Maura Undead pushed into the crowd around the porch, and as they stumble, you will be upon them, he said. This hunger, you feel, is no doubt the divine retribution that the gods of our world have demanded. For it is not me who resurrected you. I cannot believe that I am no scholar of magic or the occult. I have no wisdom to teach others and multiply this strange craft. All I know is that I have stood over you and I have asked you to come back. It was you, not I who clawed your way back into the world of the living. I am but a man who walks alongside you, not a master. It's not a simple thing for me, she said, her blue eyes appearing to grow darker in you. Her features became or accentuated. Her bosom plumped, her hips grew wider. She cocked her head. I'm not from here. Neither of my people names do not mean the same thing where I come from and the way you pronounce them is quite different. I've come a long way to find something Now I wonder if I'm here to find someone to Are you an elf? She laughed with a sweet richness. He found himself moving toward her. Her address grew darker, been black. Whatever wounds had been there on her stomach disappeared her lips grew redder. She exuded a type of sexuality that was dangerous and alluring. For a long time, she said, there were those among my kind. The Doran who called me Queen like so many young people, I let the titles get to my head. I thought I would rule the universe. That's where General Maddox failed his people. I have put men against men and dark beings against dark beings since before this world even took shape out of celestial mists. My titles Air ancient. My name's are infinite. Are you a goddess? He asked. She smiled and placed a finger on his lips. Careful, she said. I'm very susceptible to flattery, and I sense in you a large void and what I consider my specialty. Be very careful what you say to me, young, mortal. I might make you my pets and my pets never last for no. I'm an admirers. Let's leave it at that. Then what should I call you? She grown slightly. What do you want? I want what's right by my people, Ashton said. I want to right the wrongs of this world. She laughed heartily. Oh, you sweet, sweet thing so pure can it be true here, So close to where the vision of Maddox rests. What would you do for your people?