As soon as the first zombie wave appeared I cast Enlarge on a turret, the spider turrets barrel spewed bouts of fire before it unleashed hell. Time coming to a crawl around me, metaphysical dice being literally cast in droves, as a monstrous fifteen foot cone of flames engulfed the area beyond the gate. The top half of the gate became molten slag that dripped down along the gate. When over half of the undead failed their "saving throw" against the turrets flames, the rest then had to deal with half their route becoming an inferno.
Yet the undead cared not, they charged through without deviation. The amount of bodies both snuffing and feeding the flames in their wake. Enlarging Winston the Homunculus flew to the range of our connection, then I sighed a chuckle. The dead burning husks below and around Winston reanimated in mass, fire resistant fungus reanimating the burned remains. I could feel my body breaking down and rebuilding itself constantly through the mass summonings. But I was going to push my DnD stuff to the limit since I wanted to get everything out of it I could. Because why should I be LIMITED? When mass summonings were but a dime a dozen in the Sword Coast for people that said fuck the rules?
I was very willing to let my body be destroyed if I could push everything to get more. Because I wanted to at least say I've led an army before on a conquest! Throughout my crazed mental ramblings, spells and attacks kept a vast majority of the undead of New York at bay. Wiping some gray fluid running out from my nose off I felt extremely dizzy and off, then I just knew nothing.
//\\ Tashaun POV \\//
Kicking a Lurker away from the man who had become a skeleton standing up while his clothes were unnaturally clean. One boney hand staying against where his nose used to be after all of his skin just evaporated. Essentially becoming a dust cloud that burnt up in the air upon leaving his bones as a black cloud surrounded him. Then everything seemed to grow silent, the undead hounding us froze. Trembling in place before the change occurred, a voice echoing out. It came from the black cloud surrounding him, green dots appearing with the black.
"I see… so the primitive undead can still acknowledge their betters."
About to ask what the voice meant, my mouth was shut close by some invisible force. I could feel my jaw rattling as the force wasn't gentle, only enough to get a message across.
"Ah, ahno need to speak mortals, I'm here for but a moment, a fleeting moment in eternity. All to give my most…. Amusing…. Follower a small boon for embracing undeath as he has denied his form of immortality for too long. So it brings me SATISFACTION to see him embrace it after twenty-five moons. After all, he was wasting my gift for too long..."
The magical robots Kaiser had created stayed operational, the mushroom zombies became more feral. The undead trembling shriveled up and turned to dust. Behind them at the far back, more undead could be seen, hesitant to move towards the checkpoint. It was strange, he was DEAD, but his summons didn't seem to care when they should. He had literally shown us all the core books of DnD and made us play while stuck on the roof. So I was sure they should be gone or feral.
"It is done, the sacrifices were plenty to persuade the fragment of the Coast to acknowledge my request. Now dance your finite lives away trying to survive, you'll die long before my follower gets put down."
The world returns to normal instantly, our walking magical killer rubbing his face, eyes lidded with a scowl. His were glowing with a vibrant purple color.
"Did the Undying take my madness seriously? Guess even they agreed that it was odd I should be shackled minion wise… just I NEVER want to hear the voice of the Sword Coast again. Fucking sounded like it was trying to break my soul as the Undying bargained with it…"
There was no time to ask what he meant, the undead poured in with reckless abandon once more. Yet, I was glad we had some of that fantasy magic on our side, I really was. When on top of robots and mushroom zombies, we ghost animals as well. Kaiser spreads his arms wide, as if welcoming the ghosts that leapt from his open arms, and charging into the undead with glee.
\\// Kaiser POV //\\
"Hey, if it helps us survive I don't see an issue with whatever your Eldritch Pimp did…"
"I mean I'd be fine, I could literally walk through the undead, and they wouldn't actually bother me… I've only been fighting to get experience and materials. I could literally sneak away right now and be perfectly fine. Since undead would be quite conflicted with attacking me normally."
"Pfft… fuck you man, fuck you. Glad you ain't dead, though because you became a skeleton there for a moment. Why did your… you know..."
"Literally took my pained delirium rants as a complaint and found them reasonable. Then because they've watched too much Marvel through me, they pulled a Doc Strange. The thing linking me to the Sword Coast was… bemusedly amused with them and gave a normally ridiculous condition for the "Dormammu Bargain" with the Sword Coast.
Even though my patron hates Doctor Strange more than Vecna. Like REALLY HATES Doc Strange as at times I hear whispers about gutting the man and turning him into a servant. Anyway, enough of that. They used my already rapidly dying flesh as a medium to get the condition material. Aka all those undead and a few living people hiding were sucked dry of their lives for the Sword Coast to convert all that life slash experience into a feat."
"I'm glad they left us alone then…"
"Oh, you guys got spared because you're already on notice, if you had truly done anything hostile towards me. Both my Eldritch stalker and Gaia would've snuffed your lives out the moment we met. Nature is possessive, my patron is POSSESSIVE."
Tashaun shut up to absorb that answer, while I was by now conducting an orchestra of mass murder. Waving a finger around like a conductor, I watched with simulated, borderline genuine, amusement at what was happening. The mass of Wild Companions ground the undead into a pulp with paws and claws, turrets being literal artillery that struck with precision and gouts of flames, while my fungal zombies bodied and devoured the regular undead. Angel, Arnette, and Bunko were taking the chance to breathe while occasionally snipping the ones that actually got past everything.
I took the moment to specifically study the feat my patron had… bargained for, while cursing the Sword Coast slightly.
[Balance Herald: The number of Constructs, Friends, Fae, Celestials, Beasts, Undead, Eldritch, and Sapient creatures has been lifted in accordance with your level in each class. Your class level, Proficiency Bonus, and certain stats mods increase how many summons you can have summoned in one instance. Artificer(16), Warlock(11), Druid(14). If you choose to instead help keep the balance of Life and Death, Order and Chaos, Evil and Good, you can summon more minions depending on the balance being upheld.]
Hm… not bad honestly for worlds such as this, as the balance is slightly off kilter due to the undead. It's a druid's job to maintain a healthy balance for nature, a warlock's job to cause chaos, and an artificer does whatever. Although I could see them managing a balance of technology and advancement. With all the reinforcements, though, we managed to hold the check point that the ferry finally came. I could've summoned a boat, yes, but it'd either disappear mid-travel or some other reason I hate thinking about. So I just let Angel call the Ferry, if need be I can overlap a vehicle onto it to make it move faster.