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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2892886" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Assault Upon the Gate of Tears - Part 6: Ambush</strong></p><p></p><p>“So, why are we doing this again?” asked Kham as they followed Xerxes through the maze that was Ymandragore. </p><p></p><p>“Gemellus Pravus is marked for assassination by Orata,” said Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>“And that is…?” asked Vlad.</p><p></p><p>“The second to the Sorcerer-King,” said Holden. “When Gemellus was taken to the Isle centuries ago, it was Xerxes that began his training and groomed him for the position he now holds.”</p><p></p><p>Though Xerxes towered over the citizenry, the people seemed to be paying more attention to scurrying in and out of shops and awnings to escape the incessant downpour than spending time gawking.</p><p></p><p>“The boy also tempers the Sorcerer-King’s rule,” said Ilmarė. “Orata gloated that Gemellus’ death will be the harbinger of a bloodbath the likes of which Ymandragore has never seen.”</p><p></p><p>“And he’s not going to leave until we try to stop it,” said Quintus with a note of resignation. </p><p></p><p>“Right,” said Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>Even the occasional Enforcerer seemed to pay little notice to them. “Gemellus’ one fault is that he is a being of habit,” said Xerxes over his shoulder. “Every evening, he takes his walking throne and makes a small circuit of the interior of the city. He thinks it keeps him in touch with the goings on of the city.”</p><p></p><p>“Orata is counting on his habitual movement through certain squares and marketplaces for the assassination,” said Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>They splashed through a puddle-strewn alley when Xerxes abruptly called them to a halt. Kham peered around the corner.</p><p></p><p>It was a medium-sized plaza. Though not mobbed with people, there were some Ymandrakes looking through merchant wares or getting a late night drink in the square. More than enough to serve Orata’s purposes.</p><p></p><p>“He’s coming,” said Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>From the far end, they could hear the slow and steady steps of Gemellus’ walking throne. </p><p></p><p>“Who’s that?” asked Kham, pointing at a man whose skin was mostly scabs, with burns covering most of his body.</p><p></p><p>“That’s a highly placed member of the Order of the Green Flame,” said Holden as he loaded his rifle. “They excel at fire magic. In fact, they burn their own bodies to fuel it.”</p><p></p><p>“He’s smiling,” said Kham. </p><p></p><p>“From the looks of it, he has no lips,” said Vlad. “He’s always smiling.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s our assassin!” shouted Kham, drawing both pistols. “I’m on him!”</p><p></p><p>The assassin drew a sword that burst into flames just as Gemellus’ magical chair strode into the square. At the same time, a loud explosion sounded off from beneath Gemellus’ chair.</p><p></p><p>The Green Flame sorcerer turned towards Xerxes. ”<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Casses!</span>” he said as he pointed at the Elorii.</p><p></p><p>An expanding stream of webbing ensnared everyone but Kham. He ran low to the ground, zigzagging in and out across the stalls.</p><p></p><p>Gemellus was bleeding from the ears and nose, unconscious in the wreckage of his throne. </p><p></p><p>There was the twang of a crossbow string and a bolt thudded into the cobblestone near Gemellus’ head.</p><p></p><p>“Sniper on the roof!” shouted Kham, pointing with one of his pistols at another man wielding a heavy crossbow. He was busy reloading. Kham fired.</p><p></p><p>BLAM! The crossbowman hunkered down behind the edge of the building he stood on.</p><p></p><p>The Green Flame sorcerer pulled a wand from his robes. </p><p></p><p>“Ah crap,” said Kham. He dove to the side as a fan of flames streamed from the wand and ignited the webbing. Quintus and Vlad struggled to free themselves from the flaming web, but most of it burned off.</p><p></p><p>As Kham rose to his feet, a blade whistled towards his head. He ducked just in time. </p><p></p><p>“How many of you guys ARE there?” asked Kham. He fired on his newest opponent but the bullet ricocheted off of his buckler. “Vlad, a little help?!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad pounded up behind the third assassin. The assassin spun just in time to block Vlad’s slash, stumbling backwards into a pile of stacked fruit.</p><p></p><p>Quintus’ longspear stabbed at the first assassin, forcing him to roll to the ground. </p><p></p><p>“Let’s see how you do without your wand,” snarled Quintus. </p><p></p><p>SPTANG!</p><p></p><p>A bolt struck Quintus’ shield and then with a whirring squeal, it burrowed its way through it to the other side. </p><p></p><p>“Magic bolts,” said Quintus. “Careful!”</p><p></p><p>Something struck Vlad’s armor. He grunted as the bolt spiraled through layers of plate and leather. Blood welled out of the hole.</p><p></p><p>The crack of a rifle shot echoed across the square. The Green Flame assassin clutched his thigh. Vlad used the distraction to stab him in the throat.</p><p></p><p>Kham ran over to Gemellus. “I don’t know who you are, but you better be worth it.” He dragged the man out of the wreckage. </p><p></p><p>Qutinus pointed at the sniper on the roof. “Stop him!” he shouted.</p><p></p><p>“I can’t get a shot!” shouted Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>Holden finished reloading and aimed his rifle. “Me neither.” He began rifling through his satchel. “So we’ll have to hit him with a broader blast.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re going to throw a grenade at him?” asked Xerxes in disbelief.</p><p></p><p>Holden sparked his flint and steel and something hissed in response from his satchel. “Not a grenade,” he said. “All of them.”</p><p></p><p>“Get down!” shouted Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>With a mighty hurl, Holden tossed the sizzling satchel at the sniper. </p><p></p><p>The explosion rocked the plaza as blackened fruit, tents, and clothing of all sorts drifted down around them. </p><p></p><p>Kham stood up. He had just finished administering a healing potion to Gemellus. “And they worry about me?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2892886, member: 3285"] [b]Assault Upon the Gate of Tears - Part 6: Ambush[/b] “So, why are we doing this again?” asked Kham as they followed Xerxes through the maze that was Ymandragore. “Gemellus Pravus is marked for assassination by Orata,” said Ilmarė. “And that is…?” asked Vlad. “The second to the Sorcerer-King,” said Holden. “When Gemellus was taken to the Isle centuries ago, it was Xerxes that began his training and groomed him for the position he now holds.” Though Xerxes towered over the citizenry, the people seemed to be paying more attention to scurrying in and out of shops and awnings to escape the incessant downpour than spending time gawking. “The boy also tempers the Sorcerer-King’s rule,” said Ilmarė. “Orata gloated that Gemellus’ death will be the harbinger of a bloodbath the likes of which Ymandragore has never seen.” “And he’s not going to leave until we try to stop it,” said Quintus with a note of resignation. “Right,” said Ilmarė. Even the occasional Enforcerer seemed to pay little notice to them. “Gemellus’ one fault is that he is a being of habit,” said Xerxes over his shoulder. “Every evening, he takes his walking throne and makes a small circuit of the interior of the city. He thinks it keeps him in touch with the goings on of the city.” “Orata is counting on his habitual movement through certain squares and marketplaces for the assassination,” said Ilmarė. They splashed through a puddle-strewn alley when Xerxes abruptly called them to a halt. Kham peered around the corner. It was a medium-sized plaza. Though not mobbed with people, there were some Ymandrakes looking through merchant wares or getting a late night drink in the square. More than enough to serve Orata’s purposes. “He’s coming,” said Ilmarė. From the far end, they could hear the slow and steady steps of Gemellus’ walking throne. “Who’s that?” asked Kham, pointing at a man whose skin was mostly scabs, with burns covering most of his body. “That’s a highly placed member of the Order of the Green Flame,” said Holden as he loaded his rifle. “They excel at fire magic. In fact, they burn their own bodies to fuel it.” “He’s smiling,” said Kham. “From the looks of it, he has no lips,” said Vlad. “He’s always smiling.” “That’s our assassin!” shouted Kham, drawing both pistols. “I’m on him!” The assassin drew a sword that burst into flames just as Gemellus’ magical chair strode into the square. At the same time, a loud explosion sounded off from beneath Gemellus’ chair. The Green Flame sorcerer turned towards Xerxes. ”[FONT="Impact"]Casses![/FONT]” he said as he pointed at the Elorii. An expanding stream of webbing ensnared everyone but Kham. He ran low to the ground, zigzagging in and out across the stalls. Gemellus was bleeding from the ears and nose, unconscious in the wreckage of his throne. There was the twang of a crossbow string and a bolt thudded into the cobblestone near Gemellus’ head. “Sniper on the roof!” shouted Kham, pointing with one of his pistols at another man wielding a heavy crossbow. He was busy reloading. Kham fired. BLAM! The crossbowman hunkered down behind the edge of the building he stood on. The Green Flame sorcerer pulled a wand from his robes. “Ah crap,” said Kham. He dove to the side as a fan of flames streamed from the wand and ignited the webbing. Quintus and Vlad struggled to free themselves from the flaming web, but most of it burned off. As Kham rose to his feet, a blade whistled towards his head. He ducked just in time. “How many of you guys ARE there?” asked Kham. He fired on his newest opponent but the bullet ricocheted off of his buckler. “Vlad, a little help?!” Vlad pounded up behind the third assassin. The assassin spun just in time to block Vlad’s slash, stumbling backwards into a pile of stacked fruit. Quintus’ longspear stabbed at the first assassin, forcing him to roll to the ground. “Let’s see how you do without your wand,” snarled Quintus. SPTANG! A bolt struck Quintus’ shield and then with a whirring squeal, it burrowed its way through it to the other side. “Magic bolts,” said Quintus. “Careful!” Something struck Vlad’s armor. He grunted as the bolt spiraled through layers of plate and leather. Blood welled out of the hole. The crack of a rifle shot echoed across the square. The Green Flame assassin clutched his thigh. Vlad used the distraction to stab him in the throat. Kham ran over to Gemellus. “I don’t know who you are, but you better be worth it.” He dragged the man out of the wreckage. Qutinus pointed at the sniper on the roof. “Stop him!” he shouted. “I can’t get a shot!” shouted Ilmarė. Holden finished reloading and aimed his rifle. “Me neither.” He began rifling through his satchel. “So we’ll have to hit him with a broader blast.” “You’re going to throw a grenade at him?” asked Xerxes in disbelief. Holden sparked his flint and steel and something hissed in response from his satchel. “Not a grenade,” he said. “All of them.” “Get down!” shouted Ilmarė. With a mighty hurl, Holden tossed the sizzling satchel at the sniper. The explosion rocked the plaza as blackened fruit, tents, and clothing of all sorts drifted down around them. Kham stood up. He had just finished administering a healing potion to Gemellus. “And they worry about me?” [/QUOTE]
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