Basic Training: Of Skeletons and Little Necromancers

    Been trying to figure out how I want to manage my writing schedule. Got one story, Nagure and Shelby, I’m thinking of working on as a long term  project. (Yet to be seen if I’ll actually keep to that or any project for that matter!) But since that will involve a good bit of pre-planning and not a lot of writing I wanted to give myself some writing practice. Hence, Basic Training. So my next posts few posts will likely be the results of that training. So without further to do I give you, Of Skeletons and Men.

Goal: Long Term Dialogue

Prompt : Necromancer girl unloads deep questions  of life on a skeleton soldier

Results

Of skeletons and men

“If they didn’t want to die, they should have let me be!” Bell yells glaring off at the villagers, “I mean they could have just been all, ‘Lady Bell your work is the most holy work of all, please let us use your most sacred well, we would never inconvenience you but our faulty bodies need water’ but noooo they got to be all ‘we’ll hire the most holy adventures we can and they’ll dispose of your wicked ways and be the biggest pain ever!’ really?” Bell shouts kicking a shattered blade down the street, “At least you get me, Skelly, you really do,” she says looking up at a skeleton that’s head, hunched over, levels with the second floor windows of the wooden townhouses. Its skull a monument to the little necromancer’s studious work, branching out to be wider than three horses standing side by side. “I mean I don’t know why Jenkins and Broke Jaw got to be all lead weights about killing a bunch of people. Dragging their feet across the ground and stuff, I mean I’d do it myself if it weren’t for all the, blood, tears, vomit…” Bell continues to number off the various liquids that spill from the glorified bone sacks, kicking her heal against the cold steel of her skeleton’s booties. His bottom rib supporting the back of her head as she drapes her dress across the brim his iron boot.

“But I guess I went a bit overboard,” she says having started to count her toes, “I mean, one village isn’t much to lose but ‘human life is precious’ and stuff… not like you can bring them back with a few spells… I’m sure the Adventure’s Guild won’t… well, you know what I’m saying,” she says fist bumping his femur, “Yaaa, you’re gonna have lots of work for a while but I promise to make you lots of little children! Maybe,” the zealous necromancer says running bloodied gloves across her chin, “I could make you a wifey! What do you say to that? Bet you’re a demi-human kind of guy, right? Love those big scaly lizard girls? Na, you got those great femurs and wide shoulders, I bet you want a delicate wife. Of course I would be the best choice.  Ideal figure and everything a bit fleshy but still…hmm,” the necromancer thinks, knocking around the idea as she bounces Broken Jaws skull between her feet. “I mean it would be a first but… grandad would definitely have a hissy fit…thinking… I suppose… I can give you a replica! Well she might not be as perfect as me, a bit less lady like, but, yes, a suiting gift for my Best Friend!” Bell claps her hands together, “But, before that!”

She flicks her hand to the hills that roll around the outskirts of the village, “I’m going to need some test subjects!” Picking her staff from the ground and twirling it across her shoulder she sets out. “They can’t out run Bell!” she yells a slumbering horde of skeletons trudging behind her.