Chapter Three

Chapter Three
Orik

Rorek and Gower fought their way through dozens of freezing ice warriors. They fired fireball, after fireball until the entire mass of frozen warriors were reduced to an ankle deep puddle of water. Then, in the corner of the cave, Rorek spotted a cage made out of solid ice, with an extremely cold man inside .
"Speak your name!'' commanded Rorek.
From inside the cage came bouts of shaky laughter.
"I see you're still dishing out orders," laughed a very cold Orik,"somethings never change."
"Orik!" exclaimed Rorek,"You're alive!?"
"Alive and kicking," laughed Orik shakily.
"Save the pleasantries for later. First things first, we need to free Orik from this cage," said Gower.
"Brace yourself Orik, I'm about to launch a fireball," cautioned Rorek.
"I'm ready," replied Orik.
Rorek loosed the spell and melted the cage that imprisoned Orik.
"Thank you, Brother," said Orik.
"Orik, you still haven't told us how you ended up down there," reminded Rorek.
"Well I was attacked by a band of soldiers that tried to capture me. But I somehow managed to elude them. It was strange, they all looked...peculiar," said Orik.
"How so?" questioned Gower.
"Well, their skin was pale, and their eyes were dull and lifeless. They never spoke at all. They looked as if they they had been-"
"Ressurected," finished Rorek.
"Exactly," agreed Orik.
"But where would Lathas enlist the help of a necromancer?" speculated Gower.
Out of nowhere, a man clad in a black cape and mask jumps out at them
"Stand and deli-" begins to say the man,before he is cut of.
Rorek raised his arm and blasted the thief without lifting his head.