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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 682973" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p><strong>On the trail of an assassin...</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Note:</strong> <em>This is a story I've previously written, thus, no I did not hurt myself writing this.</em> <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p></p><p><strong>Warning:</strong> <em>This story about Dabuk and Bactra is set a full year ahead of the current post in my World of Kulan Story Hour. Contains possible spoilers!</em></p><p></p><p><strong><em>Friends Forever</em></strong></p><p><em>By Robert Blezard</em></p><p></p><p>The waters of Lake Qualitian churn and break against the shores while gulls circle the small port town of Erret. The Thallin River flows violently from the narrow delta that divides the lake from the land. There always seems to be a struggling outpost just over the next rise in this land and Erret isn't any different. The rugged lakeshore community has only a rough trench filled with sharpened wooden poles as the only line of defense. If it weren't for the urgency of your 'quest' as Dabuk calls it, you would have liked too have stayed longer and mingled with the locals.</p><p></p><p>These humans never cease to fascinate you with there strange foreign nature but then again you are the stranger in their lands not the other way around. It may not be their way to ask personal questions about other people's lives. In fact, you never know whom you might insult with just a curious look. It's like Emenok Parkikia always told you 'best not ruffle any feathers or you may lose yours.' Not that you fear these strangers, in fact, your very nature is to test your strength and willpower whenever you can. Such is the way of Vasos! It is written, 'The strong shall lead when others cannot!' However, part of The Wandering is to not only challenge yourself and others but to respect and learn from other civilized societies! 'For the strong to lead, one must be willing to learn from others. Only then shall you know true strength.'</p><p></p><p>"Firewalker."</p><p></p><p>He had known that Bactra was standing behind him for several minutes and hoped the boy would wait until he had finished his meditation. This young lad, well young for an elf, had a great deal to learn if he wanted to become a well-known and respected wizard. Not that he disliked the lad or thought him rash. In fact, he saw a great deal of promise in him and was reminded of his days before The Awakening.</p><p></p><p>"Yes, I know. I be with you shortly." The young mage hesitated for a moment as if to say something but soon left Firewalker to his meditation.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>"Well, where is he? The trail is getting cold as we speak!"</p><p></p><p>"He's coming, just be a little more patient Dabuk. You know he has to meditate in order to gain his full strength. His connection to Vasos isn't any less important then my spellbook or your faith in Rillifane. Or have you forgotten?"</p><p></p><p>Ouch! Dabuk hates it when his half-cousin is right. The frustration in his voice has become to common of late but he’d never admit it to his friends. They would understand but Dabuk’s not so sure about himself. Not that he’s never had doubts, it's just one can't let their emotions cloud their judgement. "Your right of course, it's just-"</p><p></p><p>Bactra grasps his shoulder and a bond stronger than kin passes between them. "I know. Carl's been like a second father to me. Don't worry, we'll catch this rat and you can beat the crap out of him when we do."</p><p></p><p>"Indeed, have faith in the North Gods my friend. They will guide us to justice just as surely as you will guide us to this vermin." It never fails to amaze you how Mojo can lift all your spirits with his just a few words. The man truly has the power of Jalivier running through his veins.</p><p></p><p>"I am ready to depart." None of them even heard you come back to camp and your sudden appearance within arms reach has them all reaching for their weapons ready to slay a horde of orcs.</p><p></p><p>"How did you get so bloody close without me hearing you?" Dabuk always did hate being beat at his own game.</p><p></p><p>"A warrior must be ready for anything, my friend. Sometimes stealth and patience will go farther than any arrow. Besides, I love testing my skills against such a good tracker as you are. It helps me keep my edge for battle. But I am rambling, where is Cheng-Du?"</p><p></p><p>"He insisted on scouting ahead for any signs of trouble."</p><p></p><p>"What? And you just let him go alone, in his state?"</p><p></p><p>"And how in the name of Hades am I suppose to stop a 9 1/2 foot kreen from doing exactly what he wants? Explain that one to me!"</p><p></p><p>The silence that follows is deafening.</p><p></p><p>"Ok Dabuk, I admit you have a point. And it is a little dryer today but we must protect him from the effects of the rot whenever we can. Agreed?"</p><p></p><p>"Of course! He's my friend to, even if I can't understand him. Besides, that magical cloak that Heward Tallinson gave him to protect from the elements seems to be working. He was very energetic this morning."</p><p></p><p>"Yes friend Firewalker, he was more like his powerful self today than since Mirella transported us to Harqual. Praise be to the Goddess of Time and Magic!" You really admire Mojo's faith but sometimes he can go just a little to far.</p><p></p><p>"Uh, yes. Well, we better catch up with him before he tries communing with some farmer's cow." Dabuk shakes his head at the paladin's infallible faith in the North Gods.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>You find Cheng-Du kneeling by a small brook chatting with a school of fish and all you can think of is at least it wasn't a cow. The huge kreen has been suffering for weeks now due to the wet climate. He explained it to you as a fungal condition known as chitin-rot. It has left it dull and streaked with gray bands and it itches constantly. He's going to need major healing and rest in an arid climate before he feels any better.</p><p></p><p>He turns slowly to you and stares intently at you with those large oval gentle eyes and beckons for you to come closer with an upper claw. You and Dabuk move quietly ahead as not to disturb the fish while Bactra and Mojo keep their distance.</p><p></p><p>Pop - pop - clik, clik -mmmmm - xxkk - pop.</p><p></p><p>You quickly translate the big kreen's strange language for the others. "He says he's been asking them about their clutch-mates and about the stream and its source."</p><p></p><p>Pop - pop - mmm - pop - clik.</p><p></p><p>"Oh yes, he's been blessing their females that are expecting new young ones." You grin at your large friend and you sense a calmness pass over the others in the presence of the druid.</p><p></p><p>You understand his joy because it happened to you over a week ago when Cheng-Du becalmed and healed a young fawn that had been trapped by a gang of brigands. He is truly a gentle giant when he deals with nature and its splendors. You watch with awe as the school sways back and forth as he hums a strange druidic song. There is so much you and Dabuk for that matter could learn from him about his ways and mannerisms with the creatures of the world.</p><p></p><p>"Come my friends, while I would love to learn more of Cheng-Du's strange and wondrous magic. It is my duty to remind you of our quest and the peace of mind that will become of it."</p><p></p><p>Mojo's words snapped Dabuk back to the mission at hand and his duty that he must perform in the name of his grandfather. "Yes, you are right, we must continue on. Firewalker, please tell Cheng-Du that it is time to go."</p><p></p><p>You make several popping and clicking sounds, know as Kreen. And while you aren’t totally fluent in Cheng-Du's language, it is enough and the big kreen chirps softly to the fish one last time then slowly stands to his full height. Even in his present condition, you feel small and puny next to him. All four mandible claws smoothly move as one as he balances himself with his druidic staff. And all you can think is that glad he's on your side.</p><p></p><p>You've noticed that the magical cloak quickly covers most of his exposed chitin but never impedes his movement. Its surface always remains dry even in the worst storm and Cheng-Du as well. You wonder what other enchantments it holds.</p><p></p><p>"Now, onward my friends. To catch the rogue and bring him to justice." The young paladin really needs to come down off his high horse and spend some time in reality.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>The road between Erret and Minar City hugs the shore of Lake Qualitian for miles in each direction. What started as a well kept cobblestone road quickly transforms into an uneven, dirt path. Scrub and small wooded patches spreads out in every direction from the road and every few miles you pass a tiny hamlet or isolated farmstead. They struggle against the wilderness and those in it that would destroy everything they've built. You can understand why they tell you to continue along your way with stern intolerance and fierce independence.</p><p></p><p>Besides, you don't have time to chat with the locals and Dabuk is a sure enough tracker not to have to ask if Diamondeye has been seen. He knows that the scoundrel hasn't. Several times Dabuk leads you off the road and into the bush as he follows the assassin's trail around any areas of civilization, no matter how remote. Diamondeye is good, but Dabuk is better.</p><p></p><p>It's been several miles since the last village and the trees start to tower over the road as it bends along the lakeshore. You can clearly see that it continues on for several miles and each of you becomes alert for any signs of trouble. Dabuk, Mojo, and Bactra are quite familiar with the denizens of the region and know that anything may be out there. The sun setting over the water of the lake and Dabuk's intense stare directly into the dense foliage as if the assassin had blazed a trail for him multiplies your concern.</p><p></p><p>"Dabuk," Mojo lands his giant eagle next to the ranger's horse. "I don't like the looks of this, anything could be out there waiting for us, even though I didn't see anything from above. It may be best to camp for the night out in the open rather than following the trail into the woods at night. The night is clear and I don't think we have to worry about rain washing away his trail."</p><p></p><p>"Don't tell me your afraid?" Dabuk continues to stare into the forest with one mind, one goal.</p><p></p><p>Mojo's face twists with annoyance and he grabs the ranger's arms and pulls him around. "You dare to presume me a coward after everything we've been through!"</p><p></p><p>"What the hell am I suppose to think? Your more devoted to your faith than I've ever seen in anyone but somehow I don't think your heart is in this! I will follow this assassin into hell and back again until I'm old and gray if I have to! All you do is talk about bringing him back to justice but did you ever consider the fact that I'll decide what justice he deserves!" Dabuk never takes his eyes from the woods.</p><p></p><p>Mojo fierce expression quickly turns into a calm coolness as he moves his mount directly in Dabuk's path. "I am sorry to hear that. I realize how important this is to you but you must understand that I can't allow you to just slaughter him without more evidence. However, there is no guarantee that he will just surrender and if he chooses to fight then I'll stand by your side and bring him down with you."</p><p></p><p>"Now, as for entering the woods. I have no fear of any evil that might be in there but to rush headlong into possible danger would surely kill us all. It could be haunted or worse. No benefit will come from throwing away your life my friend. None of the rest of us could continue to track him, as well as you and we would certainly lose him if you fall. However, if you must go into the forest blind and mad with rage then it my duty as a holy soldier, and your friend, to go with you. This I pledge in the name of Holy Jalivier."</p><p></p><p>Dabuk shakes his head and exhales in frustration. "Mojo, I'm sorry if I upset you but you don't understand. Do you really think I haven't considered all that? Look around you, look at where we are. A long winding deserted road with the lake on one side and thick forest on the other." He pauses a moment to let what he's saying sink in. "We can't stay here. If someone were to surround us on this road they would slaughter us. We have no choice but to follow the trail into the forest and hope we find a clearing that we can defend and possibly retreat from. And if you start babbling about paladins not retreating from battle and all that then I'm going to tie you to the nearest tree. Do I make myself clear?"</p><p></p><p>"Uh, yes. I-I'm sorry, I just thought-." The young paladin hangs his head, ashamed of his ignorance. "You're the tracker and the woodsmen, it was not my place to question your judgement. I only hope you can forgive me for my outburst."</p><p></p><p>Dabuk pats him on the arm and grins at his friend. "Relax, don't worry about it. I admit I was being a bit of a jerk. I should never have accused you of being afraid."</p><p></p><p>"Are you two done now? Can we go?" Bactra stares at them in annoyance and they both realize just how dumb this all was.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>The wind whistles through the leaves of the chadur trees as you move quietly into the darkening forest. Dabuk had insisted that everyone go as unarmored as possible to reduce the amount of noise that you would make. This meant that Mojo had to strip completely out of his chainmail and go on only with his normal tunic and breeches. The paladin didn't mind the hassle, understanding the need for stealth during the night.</p><p></p><p>Mojo sent Ironwing ahead in the air to scout for danger and a suitable encampment. The giant eagle's keen eyesight would spot any unhidden dangers before any of you could even see it. Even in the dark the great bird can sense more than others of his kind and his greater intelligence allows him to know just what to do with that knowledge. This second gift is as of a result of his magical bridle of intelligence that he always wears while the first seems to be a boon from Jalivier himself.</p><p></p><p>Dabuk takes the lead position, of course, as you head deeper into the woods. His keen woodlore allows you to move through the dense undergrowth with ease. Cheng-Du takes the next position scanning the treetops for anything that might try to hide above you. Mojo took the middle position knowing that his friends' natural talents were more of a benefit than his two-handed sword. Bactra and you take the last two positions in the order using your enhanced vision to scan the surrounding woods for any other surprises. However, all were in agreement that a couple scouts spread out to watch your flanks would have been nice.</p><p></p><p>Several hours pass by as you meander aimlessly through the woods following the assassin's strange trail. You pass through several natural meadows that Dabuk shakes his head at when questioned about stopping and easily avoid a pack of wolves. Mojo bumps into Cheng-Du with a thump as the big kreen stops suddenly to smell the air. </p><p></p><p>You help the paladin to his feet then turn your attention to the druid. "What is it my friend? What do you smell?"</p><p></p><p>Cheng-Du lets out a low clicking sound that sounds frightening similar to a snarl.</p><p></p><p>Firewalker turns towards the others. "Smoke."</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>You soon find yourself at the edge of a man-made clearing, obviously created from the owner of a recently burnt out cabin that smolders in the center of the clearing.</p><p></p><p>"I don't like this." Dabuk narrows his eyes to try to pierce through the darkness with his enhanced vision. "Firewalker, you have the strongest eyes here, what do you think?"</p><p></p><p>"I do not know, I don't see any movement but I can't see past the remains of the dwelling due to the heat still coming from it. Perhaps Mojo can sense something."</p><p></p><p>The holy warrior sits on the ground and crosses his legs. He closes his eyes and concentrates upon the clearing for several minutes. "I sense wickedness, fear and death. All these things have happened here but it's gone now, except the death."</p><p></p><p>"I have a bad feeling about this." Dabuk runs his hand through his hair and turns to his friends. "Bandit's would have only been after coin or furs and would have preferred to leave witnesses in order to gain a little infamy. If they had killed someone they would have tried to hide the bodies and wouldn't have burnt the cabin down. That will bring every ranger and druid in the region running towards this site. Most bandits are not that stupid."</p><p></p><p>"What happened then? A rouge dragon."</p><p></p><p>"A rouge dragon would have caused more destruction and Mojo would have sensed the lingering of its strong aura way sooner than either Cheng-Du or I would have smelled the smoke. No, more likely it was gnolls or maybe goblinoids. That would definitely account for the cabin being burned. Orcs are known to burn the dead of their victims as an offering to their vile god, Gruumsh." </p><p></p><p>"Ogres?" Bactra seemed almost afraid to ask the question.</p><p></p><p>"No way. I would smelled them a mile away."</p><p></p><p>"Well, we are not going to find out if we stand here and talk about it all night. I say we check for survivors and give the dead a proper burial. I did not sensed any evil in the clearing or the woods beyond so I'm sure it's safe." Mojo strides confidently into the clearing his hand on the hilt of his sword.</p><p></p><p>"Damn, I wish he wouldn't do that!" Dabuk shakes his head and draws his sword and motions for the others to follow the paladin. "Stay close together and keep an eye on the woods."</p><p></p><p>One by one you walk slowly into the clearing hoping that Mojo's confidence is more than just ego. Dabuk takes up the rear and scans the darkness beyond.</p><p></p><p>"I really don't like this."</p><p></p><p>The upper frame of the cabin teeters precariously on burnt timbers while ash blows into your eyes as you inspect the structure from a safe distance. Sweat trickles down the faces of the others from the heat that the hot coals and smoking logs generate, but your training has left you immune to such effects. Several charred and mutilated bodies lay in front of the ruined dwelling. The ground is littered with metal weapons and armor that has been bent and melted from some sort of intense heat source. You have to cover your mouth just to keep from gagging on the stench of burnt flesh and wood combined with melted metal.</p><p></p><p>"By the North Gods, what sort of beast could have done such a thing!" Mojo stares at the carnage and is overcome with rage and disgust.</p><p></p><p>"Nothing natural, I can tell you that." Dabuk kneels down on his knee and bushes away bits of charred flesh and bone. "Look at this."</p><p></p><p>Bactra steps in behind his half-brother stares down at the tracks that the ranger has uncovered. They appear to be similar to a wolf or great dog but it looks like the ground underneath has been left blackened like soot where it stepped. They lead off to the west and into the forest and are joined by several other tracks from the same sort of beast.</p><p></p><p>"What is it?"</p><p></p><p>Soon you're all standing around and examining the burnt in tracks. The monstrous nature of the prints is obvious too even the untrained eye. In fact, it is Mojo who recognizes them first as he stare in horror and disbelief.</p><p></p><p>"Mighty Jalivier protect us." The paladin is visibly shaken as he backs away from the tracks and quickly draws his sword. He turns towards the direction the tracks lead and concentrates upon the woods as hard as he can. "I can feel them, their are near and coming closer. They could sense us before I them, this is very bad."</p><p></p><p>"Mojo." Dabuk steps in front of Mojo shaking him violently. "What going on, what do you know about these creatures."</p><p></p><p>The paladin blinks and lowers his sword slightly. "They are Demons of Brimstone and Flame." He pauses and looks at each one of you before continuing. "When I was a lad I heard stories from my uncle of a beast spawned from some unknown otherplane. It was said to be a fire-breathing hound with reddish brown fur and a unholy, red glow within its eyes." His voice rises with each word he speaks. "It's teeth and tongue are black as its soul and it smells like smoke and sulfur." Mojo points to the ground where the tracks lay with the tip of his sword. "It is a large beast, at least up to your waist and burns the ground wherever it's feet have tread."</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, an eerie, hollow toned howl pierces the night that send a shiver down your spine.</p><p></p><p>"Oh yes, I almost forgot. The beast has a tendency to bay at the moon which causes most to panic as the magical fear grips them."</p><p></p><p>"Tiethien-masitif miet Kalinh. " Bactra traces an elven, warding symbol in the air and stares nervously at the woods.</p><p></p><p>Dabuk's eyes go wide with fear as he translates his friend's elven words. "The Dark Hounds of Hell."</p><p></p><p>Dabuk draws his magical blade and stands back to back with Mojo as the howling becomes louder and more frequent. Bactra digs for his components and you begin to chant holy rites in your native tongue. Cheng-Du clicks his mandibles together violently and readies his gythka for the coming battle. </p><p></p><p>Several sets of glowing eyes appear in the darkness at the edge of the woods and you realize that the beasts have somehow surrounded the clearing without you knowing. </p><p></p><p>"Damn, I hate unnatural monsters running around in the woods. I can never sense them like other creatures." Dabuk's seems more annoyed than afraid by your current circumstance.</p><p></p><p>"Aye," Mojo turns and quickly puts together some strategy. "Everyone into a circle around Bactra. They'll pick us off one by one if we don't stick together."</p><p></p><p>Bactra looks at his friend with annoyance. "I am more than capable of defending-"</p><p></p><p>"Not now Bactra." Mojo takes his spot with his back to the young elven mage. His two handed sword clutched in both hands. "You can be upset at me later. Besides, it's a good strategy. Your magic is our best chance against them. If they got you alone without anyone to cover you they would tear you apart."</p><p></p><p>Mojo's sobering words sink quickly into his friend and Bactra immediately sets to preparing one of his most powerful spells.</p><p></p><p>The beasts move slowly out of the woods their eyes shining like unholy lanterns in the darkness. There are at least six of them and Mojo's description of the beast was more than accurate. One of the creatures howls horribly and you feel your resolve give for just a second. They spread out around you staying several feet back from your reach, pacing back and forth as if they're trying to intimidate you. One of the larger beasts snarls, its black teeth reflect the moonlight in a very eerie fashion.</p><p></p><p>One of the beasts feints in at you while another on the opposite side breathes hot flame at Dabuk. He quickly hits the ground to avoid being toasted but not before getting a shot off with his bow. The arrow bounces off the creature's tough hide barely scratching it. The beast quickly springs forward preparing to bite the rangers head off but becomes pinned to the ground by Cheng-Du's gythka. The beast howls in pain once before dying.</p><p></p><p>Two of the hounds breathe fire directly into Mojo but the young paladin stands his ground as his skin blisters. He charges forward into one of the beasts and brings his sword down on the creature's head. Hot, acidic blood pours over the sword as the beast skull splits. The other moves to jump him from behind just as Dabuk's second arrow finds its mark. The beast howls and turns to see what wounded it. It hisses with a violent gleam in its red eyes. It opens its mouth to breathe flame just as Bactra unleashes his first spell. The ice knife hits the creature directly in the mouth and its head explodes.</p><p></p><p>"Nice shot!" Dabuk pauses to grin at his cousin.</p><p></p><p>"Thank you. I thought so too." Bactra's grin is just as wide.</p><p></p><p>The three remaining beasts pull back to the edge of the clearing at the site of the magical devastation Bactra caused to their kin.</p><p></p><p>"Their not so cocky now are they!" You smile at your friends with your arms crossed over your chest.</p><p></p><p>"We must go after them." Mojo steps up beside Dabuk, his skin slightly red due to the creatures flames. "They must not be allowed to regroup so that can attack again. We don't know for sure if these are the only ones."</p><p></p><p>Dabuk grips his sword and nods his head. "Mojo's right, their evil, unnatural creatures that will kill anything just for the sake of killing. They might attack another woodsman or even a village. We had an easy time of it but other less skilled people will be sitting ducks."</p><p></p><p>You point to the woods with your katana. "I agree, their obviously malevolent creatures and intensely hostile."</p><p></p><p>Pop - pop - click - mmmmm - pop.</p><p></p><p>"Cheng-Du agrees with my assessment." You turn towards Bactra. "What do you say young one?"</p><p></p><p>"Let's get 'em!" Bactra leans on his staff and grins.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>The way seems to open up to you as Dabuk leads you through the dense woods. He effortlessly guides you from one hidden path to another as he tracks the beasts.</p><p></p><p>The cold night air stings Mojo's lungs as he tries to find his breath. Mojo told you once that for as long as he could remember, he had always been the strongest and fastest even when he was a boy. That was until he met Dabuk. The young half-elf would have quickly left him behind in any contest of endurance, which bothered him, more than it should. Envy is not something a promising Sky Knight of Jalivier should feel, no matter what.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, the young ranger slows his pace and puts his hand out for silence. He kneels to the ground and closes his eyes his breathing slow and steady. Each of you stands in awe as he calls out to the land with his senses seeking aid from the woodland creatures. He turns his head right and raises his head as if he saw something even though his eyes never open.</p><p></p><p>"They are very close." He slowly stands and opens his eyes. "And there are more of them."</p><p></p><p>"Just great." Bactra shakes his head his words forming mist in the cold night.</p><p></p><p>Cheng-Du comes forward to stand at the mage's side. He clicks slowly and places a claw on Bactra's arm as if to say it will be all right.</p><p></p><p>"Thanks, Cheng-Du." Bactra pats the kreen's claw with his hand. "I needed that."</p><p></p><p>"Well, we might as well get on with it." Mojo remembers to keep his voice down as not to give away there position to every creature that may be lurking in the woods. "Those things are out there somewhere and we don't want them to be prepared for us when we catch them."</p><p></p><p>Dabuk motions for silence again stalking off into the woods with the rest of you close behind. The rest seems to have helped Mojo a little as he matches Bactra stride for stride, a feat worthy of the elf's origin let alone his.</p><p></p><p>The way twists and turns through the trees and past deadfalls and burnt out trunks. They have definitely come this way even to Mojo's untrained eye. The creatures moved with reckless abandon leaving destruction along the path they've cut. Several small fires have been lit and Cheng-Du falls behind to put them out. His great speed and ambidextrous limbs helps him stop the spread of the flames and he keeps the worst parts under control.</p><p></p><p>"No need for stealth now." Dabuk quickens his strides and draws his sword. "They know we're coming. Be ready for anything."</p><p></p><p>The agile half-elf jumps a rise half his height like a cat and comes down gracefully on the other side. Bactra soon outdistances Mojo as he and his blood-kin race into the night, spell and steel side by side. Mojo and you follow in behind as best they can but there is no matching the blood of elves in the woods.</p><p></p><p>"There!" Bactra sees them first, his powerful eyes spotting the beasts as they come out of the night. "I see at least four of them!"</p><p></p><p>"Five." Dabuk turns left into the dark where his elven cousin cannot see and jumps a fallen log, his sword flashing in the night. Fire erupts around him as he disappears from sight.</p><p></p><p>"Dabuk!" You rush into the foliage after your friend.</p><p></p><p>The four Hounds of Hell spew flame all at once in your direction. The flame flow over you like water off a duck's back as your ring of fire protects you from the blaze. The beasts seem confused by your lack of singed feathers. So much so, that Bactra easily turns one of the beasts to ashes with a lightning bolt.</p><p></p><p>The three remaining beasts turn as race into the darkness away from their remaining companion seeking to save their own hides. Mojo follows right behind them trying not to lose sight of the beasts.</p><p></p><p>"Larea guide me."</p><p></p><p>His words echo into the woods and the way seems less twisted than before. His faith in not only his own Lord Jalivier but that of The Lady of the Woods acts a beacon in the night as he catches sight of the beasts ahead. It’s as if he knew he would, the same way he knows that the North Gods watch over him and all he would protect from evil.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, out of the darkness Bactra appears beside him as the two bear down on the three creatures. Two of the creatures continue to run while the third stops and turns an evil glint in its eyes, smoke billowing forth from its maw.</p><p></p><p>"Down!" Bactra lunges at the young paladin as flame spews over their heads. The force of hitting the ground knocks the wind from the young mage and Mojo sword skitters across the ground. </p><p></p><p>"By the North Gods, I didn't see that coming!" Mojo scans the ground for his sword trying to find his blade in the dark. He was glad that Bactra had been there to save his life but he felt helpless without his sword. His hand finds the hilt of the sword just as the beast steps on the blade pinning it to the ground.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, oh." Mojo looks up into the beasts glowing, red eyes as it snarls at him.</p><p></p><p>"Wind roar!" The beast topples back as Bactra's gust of wind spell knocks the creature off its feet.</p><p></p><p>"Ha, it didn't expect that!" Mojo quickly finds his feet and pounces on the prone creature his sword sinking deep into its hide. "Well, done my friend. We make a excellent team."</p><p></p><p>Bactra stands in silence with his head down then turns towards the way they came. "Dabuk-"</p><p></p><p>"I'm sorry Bactra, but don't write him off yet. That young lad is a bloody lion." He pats his friend on the back. "I'm sure he's fine."</p><p></p><p>Mojo's blood runs cold as one of the other beast's howls nearby. "Damn, they're pesky critters. All that ungodly howling and such."</p><p></p><p>Two of the beasts jump out of the dense foliage to either side of the paladin and mage and all thoughts of worrying about Dabuk take a backseat to making sure they survive to find out.</p><p></p><p>"Back to back!" Mojo barks out the order by sheer instinct. "Use your staff, they're to close for your magic."</p><p></p><p>"Don't worry about me." The elven mage pulls the Rod of the Elements from under his robe. "As long as I hold this their flame can't hurt me. But I can hurt them. Ground apart!"</p><p></p><p>All of a sudden, the earth beneath the hound closest to Bactra opens up and swallows the beast. And just as quickly, Bactra waves his hand and the ground starts to close. The beast tries to howl but the ground smothers it into silence.</p><p></p><p>The sight visibly shakes the young paladin and he not so sure he likes Bactra's magic as much as he did a moment ago. Wind is one thing but this, this was horrific. It's the opening the other hound needs to strike.</p><p></p><p>"Mojo, look out!"</p><p></p><p>He turns back towards the beast as it pounces on him its jaws bared ready to kill him with a snap. He barely keeps the creature at bay with one arm and thinks to himself 'stupid, stupid'! He was so worried about Bactra that he forgot about watching his back. The young mage can take care of himself now if only he could do the same.</p><p></p><p>Cheng-Du's throwing chatkcha suddenly appears in the creature's skull and the beast slumps overtop of the young knight. The big kreen steps from the woods his gythka in hand and clicks at you with approval.</p><p></p><p>"Your timing is impeccable my friend." Mojo pushes the creature off and slowly stands favoring his arm. "I think I might have hurt something."</p><p></p><p>"And here you were worried about me."</p><p></p><p>Mojo looks up to see Bactra leaning on his staff and grinning like a cat. The look is so comical and Mojo shakes his head. How could I have thought his magic is tainted by darkness? “I feel like a fool.”</p><p></p><p>"I see everything here is under control." A familiar voice pierces the darkness and you all turn towards the direction it came. Out of the night strides the most confident bugger they'd ever known.</p><p></p><p>"Dabuk!" Bactra rushes to greet his half-brother and grasps his arms in the shahee, an old elven bond stronger than mere blood. The young ranger is a little ragged looking but he'll survive. "Where's Firewalker?"</p><p></p><p>Dabuk shakes his head and sighs. "It's not good."</p><p></p><p><strong>NOT THE END</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 682973, member: 2012"] [b]On the trail of an assassin...[/b] [b]Note:[/b] [i]This is a story I've previously written, thus, no I did not hurt myself writing this.[/i] :) [b]Warning:[/b] [i]This story about Dabuk and Bactra is set a full year ahead of the current post in my World of Kulan Story Hour. Contains possible spoilers![/i] [b][i]Friends Forever[/i][/b] [i]By Robert Blezard[/i] The waters of Lake Qualitian churn and break against the shores while gulls circle the small port town of Erret. The Thallin River flows violently from the narrow delta that divides the lake from the land. There always seems to be a struggling outpost just over the next rise in this land and Erret isn't any different. The rugged lakeshore community has only a rough trench filled with sharpened wooden poles as the only line of defense. If it weren't for the urgency of your 'quest' as Dabuk calls it, you would have liked too have stayed longer and mingled with the locals. These humans never cease to fascinate you with there strange foreign nature but then again you are the stranger in their lands not the other way around. It may not be their way to ask personal questions about other people's lives. In fact, you never know whom you might insult with just a curious look. It's like Emenok Parkikia always told you 'best not ruffle any feathers or you may lose yours.' Not that you fear these strangers, in fact, your very nature is to test your strength and willpower whenever you can. Such is the way of Vasos! It is written, 'The strong shall lead when others cannot!' However, part of The Wandering is to not only challenge yourself and others but to respect and learn from other civilized societies! 'For the strong to lead, one must be willing to learn from others. Only then shall you know true strength.' "Firewalker." He had known that Bactra was standing behind him for several minutes and hoped the boy would wait until he had finished his meditation. This young lad, well young for an elf, had a great deal to learn if he wanted to become a well-known and respected wizard. Not that he disliked the lad or thought him rash. In fact, he saw a great deal of promise in him and was reminded of his days before The Awakening. "Yes, I know. I be with you shortly." The young mage hesitated for a moment as if to say something but soon left Firewalker to his meditation. * * * "Well, where is he? The trail is getting cold as we speak!" "He's coming, just be a little more patient Dabuk. You know he has to meditate in order to gain his full strength. His connection to Vasos isn't any less important then my spellbook or your faith in Rillifane. Or have you forgotten?" Ouch! Dabuk hates it when his half-cousin is right. The frustration in his voice has become to common of late but he’d never admit it to his friends. They would understand but Dabuk’s not so sure about himself. Not that he’s never had doubts, it's just one can't let their emotions cloud their judgement. "Your right of course, it's just-" Bactra grasps his shoulder and a bond stronger than kin passes between them. "I know. Carl's been like a second father to me. Don't worry, we'll catch this rat and you can beat the crap out of him when we do." "Indeed, have faith in the North Gods my friend. They will guide us to justice just as surely as you will guide us to this vermin." It never fails to amaze you how Mojo can lift all your spirits with his just a few words. The man truly has the power of Jalivier running through his veins. "I am ready to depart." None of them even heard you come back to camp and your sudden appearance within arms reach has them all reaching for their weapons ready to slay a horde of orcs. "How did you get so bloody close without me hearing you?" Dabuk always did hate being beat at his own game. "A warrior must be ready for anything, my friend. Sometimes stealth and patience will go farther than any arrow. Besides, I love testing my skills against such a good tracker as you are. It helps me keep my edge for battle. But I am rambling, where is Cheng-Du?" "He insisted on scouting ahead for any signs of trouble." "What? And you just let him go alone, in his state?" "And how in the name of Hades am I suppose to stop a 9 1/2 foot kreen from doing exactly what he wants? Explain that one to me!" The silence that follows is deafening. "Ok Dabuk, I admit you have a point. And it is a little dryer today but we must protect him from the effects of the rot whenever we can. Agreed?" "Of course! He's my friend to, even if I can't understand him. Besides, that magical cloak that Heward Tallinson gave him to protect from the elements seems to be working. He was very energetic this morning." "Yes friend Firewalker, he was more like his powerful self today than since Mirella transported us to Harqual. Praise be to the Goddess of Time and Magic!" You really admire Mojo's faith but sometimes he can go just a little to far. "Uh, yes. Well, we better catch up with him before he tries communing with some farmer's cow." Dabuk shakes his head at the paladin's infallible faith in the North Gods. * * * You find Cheng-Du kneeling by a small brook chatting with a school of fish and all you can think of is at least it wasn't a cow. The huge kreen has been suffering for weeks now due to the wet climate. He explained it to you as a fungal condition known as chitin-rot. It has left it dull and streaked with gray bands and it itches constantly. He's going to need major healing and rest in an arid climate before he feels any better. He turns slowly to you and stares intently at you with those large oval gentle eyes and beckons for you to come closer with an upper claw. You and Dabuk move quietly ahead as not to disturb the fish while Bactra and Mojo keep their distance. Pop - pop - clik, clik -mmmmm - xxkk - pop. You quickly translate the big kreen's strange language for the others. "He says he's been asking them about their clutch-mates and about the stream and its source." Pop - pop - mmm - pop - clik. "Oh yes, he's been blessing their females that are expecting new young ones." You grin at your large friend and you sense a calmness pass over the others in the presence of the druid. You understand his joy because it happened to you over a week ago when Cheng-Du becalmed and healed a young fawn that had been trapped by a gang of brigands. He is truly a gentle giant when he deals with nature and its splendors. You watch with awe as the school sways back and forth as he hums a strange druidic song. There is so much you and Dabuk for that matter could learn from him about his ways and mannerisms with the creatures of the world. "Come my friends, while I would love to learn more of Cheng-Du's strange and wondrous magic. It is my duty to remind you of our quest and the peace of mind that will become of it." Mojo's words snapped Dabuk back to the mission at hand and his duty that he must perform in the name of his grandfather. "Yes, you are right, we must continue on. Firewalker, please tell Cheng-Du that it is time to go." You make several popping and clicking sounds, know as Kreen. And while you aren’t totally fluent in Cheng-Du's language, it is enough and the big kreen chirps softly to the fish one last time then slowly stands to his full height. Even in his present condition, you feel small and puny next to him. All four mandible claws smoothly move as one as he balances himself with his druidic staff. And all you can think is that glad he's on your side. You've noticed that the magical cloak quickly covers most of his exposed chitin but never impedes his movement. Its surface always remains dry even in the worst storm and Cheng-Du as well. You wonder what other enchantments it holds. "Now, onward my friends. To catch the rogue and bring him to justice." The young paladin really needs to come down off his high horse and spend some time in reality. * * * The road between Erret and Minar City hugs the shore of Lake Qualitian for miles in each direction. What started as a well kept cobblestone road quickly transforms into an uneven, dirt path. Scrub and small wooded patches spreads out in every direction from the road and every few miles you pass a tiny hamlet or isolated farmstead. They struggle against the wilderness and those in it that would destroy everything they've built. You can understand why they tell you to continue along your way with stern intolerance and fierce independence. Besides, you don't have time to chat with the locals and Dabuk is a sure enough tracker not to have to ask if Diamondeye has been seen. He knows that the scoundrel hasn't. Several times Dabuk leads you off the road and into the bush as he follows the assassin's trail around any areas of civilization, no matter how remote. Diamondeye is good, but Dabuk is better. It's been several miles since the last village and the trees start to tower over the road as it bends along the lakeshore. You can clearly see that it continues on for several miles and each of you becomes alert for any signs of trouble. Dabuk, Mojo, and Bactra are quite familiar with the denizens of the region and know that anything may be out there. The sun setting over the water of the lake and Dabuk's intense stare directly into the dense foliage as if the assassin had blazed a trail for him multiplies your concern. "Dabuk," Mojo lands his giant eagle next to the ranger's horse. "I don't like the looks of this, anything could be out there waiting for us, even though I didn't see anything from above. It may be best to camp for the night out in the open rather than following the trail into the woods at night. The night is clear and I don't think we have to worry about rain washing away his trail." "Don't tell me your afraid?" Dabuk continues to stare into the forest with one mind, one goal. Mojo's face twists with annoyance and he grabs the ranger's arms and pulls him around. "You dare to presume me a coward after everything we've been through!" "What the hell am I suppose to think? Your more devoted to your faith than I've ever seen in anyone but somehow I don't think your heart is in this! I will follow this assassin into hell and back again until I'm old and gray if I have to! All you do is talk about bringing him back to justice but did you ever consider the fact that I'll decide what justice he deserves!" Dabuk never takes his eyes from the woods. Mojo fierce expression quickly turns into a calm coolness as he moves his mount directly in Dabuk's path. "I am sorry to hear that. I realize how important this is to you but you must understand that I can't allow you to just slaughter him without more evidence. However, there is no guarantee that he will just surrender and if he chooses to fight then I'll stand by your side and bring him down with you." "Now, as for entering the woods. I have no fear of any evil that might be in there but to rush headlong into possible danger would surely kill us all. It could be haunted or worse. No benefit will come from throwing away your life my friend. None of the rest of us could continue to track him, as well as you and we would certainly lose him if you fall. However, if you must go into the forest blind and mad with rage then it my duty as a holy soldier, and your friend, to go with you. This I pledge in the name of Holy Jalivier." Dabuk shakes his head and exhales in frustration. "Mojo, I'm sorry if I upset you but you don't understand. Do you really think I haven't considered all that? Look around you, look at where we are. A long winding deserted road with the lake on one side and thick forest on the other." He pauses a moment to let what he's saying sink in. "We can't stay here. If someone were to surround us on this road they would slaughter us. We have no choice but to follow the trail into the forest and hope we find a clearing that we can defend and possibly retreat from. And if you start babbling about paladins not retreating from battle and all that then I'm going to tie you to the nearest tree. Do I make myself clear?" "Uh, yes. I-I'm sorry, I just thought-." The young paladin hangs his head, ashamed of his ignorance. "You're the tracker and the woodsmen, it was not my place to question your judgement. I only hope you can forgive me for my outburst." Dabuk pats him on the arm and grins at his friend. "Relax, don't worry about it. I admit I was being a bit of a jerk. I should never have accused you of being afraid." "Are you two done now? Can we go?" Bactra stares at them in annoyance and they both realize just how dumb this all was. * * * The wind whistles through the leaves of the chadur trees as you move quietly into the darkening forest. Dabuk had insisted that everyone go as unarmored as possible to reduce the amount of noise that you would make. This meant that Mojo had to strip completely out of his chainmail and go on only with his normal tunic and breeches. The paladin didn't mind the hassle, understanding the need for stealth during the night. Mojo sent Ironwing ahead in the air to scout for danger and a suitable encampment. The giant eagle's keen eyesight would spot any unhidden dangers before any of you could even see it. Even in the dark the great bird can sense more than others of his kind and his greater intelligence allows him to know just what to do with that knowledge. This second gift is as of a result of his magical bridle of intelligence that he always wears while the first seems to be a boon from Jalivier himself. Dabuk takes the lead position, of course, as you head deeper into the woods. His keen woodlore allows you to move through the dense undergrowth with ease. Cheng-Du takes the next position scanning the treetops for anything that might try to hide above you. Mojo took the middle position knowing that his friends' natural talents were more of a benefit than his two-handed sword. Bactra and you take the last two positions in the order using your enhanced vision to scan the surrounding woods for any other surprises. However, all were in agreement that a couple scouts spread out to watch your flanks would have been nice. Several hours pass by as you meander aimlessly through the woods following the assassin's strange trail. You pass through several natural meadows that Dabuk shakes his head at when questioned about stopping and easily avoid a pack of wolves. Mojo bumps into Cheng-Du with a thump as the big kreen stops suddenly to smell the air. You help the paladin to his feet then turn your attention to the druid. "What is it my friend? What do you smell?" Cheng-Du lets out a low clicking sound that sounds frightening similar to a snarl. Firewalker turns towards the others. "Smoke." * * * You soon find yourself at the edge of a man-made clearing, obviously created from the owner of a recently burnt out cabin that smolders in the center of the clearing. "I don't like this." Dabuk narrows his eyes to try to pierce through the darkness with his enhanced vision. "Firewalker, you have the strongest eyes here, what do you think?" "I do not know, I don't see any movement but I can't see past the remains of the dwelling due to the heat still coming from it. Perhaps Mojo can sense something." The holy warrior sits on the ground and crosses his legs. He closes his eyes and concentrates upon the clearing for several minutes. "I sense wickedness, fear and death. All these things have happened here but it's gone now, except the death." "I have a bad feeling about this." Dabuk runs his hand through his hair and turns to his friends. "Bandit's would have only been after coin or furs and would have preferred to leave witnesses in order to gain a little infamy. If they had killed someone they would have tried to hide the bodies and wouldn't have burnt the cabin down. That will bring every ranger and druid in the region running towards this site. Most bandits are not that stupid." "What happened then? A rouge dragon." "A rouge dragon would have caused more destruction and Mojo would have sensed the lingering of its strong aura way sooner than either Cheng-Du or I would have smelled the smoke. No, more likely it was gnolls or maybe goblinoids. That would definitely account for the cabin being burned. Orcs are known to burn the dead of their victims as an offering to their vile god, Gruumsh." "Ogres?" Bactra seemed almost afraid to ask the question. "No way. I would smelled them a mile away." "Well, we are not going to find out if we stand here and talk about it all night. I say we check for survivors and give the dead a proper burial. I did not sensed any evil in the clearing or the woods beyond so I'm sure it's safe." Mojo strides confidently into the clearing his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Damn, I wish he wouldn't do that!" Dabuk shakes his head and draws his sword and motions for the others to follow the paladin. "Stay close together and keep an eye on the woods." One by one you walk slowly into the clearing hoping that Mojo's confidence is more than just ego. Dabuk takes up the rear and scans the darkness beyond. "I really don't like this." The upper frame of the cabin teeters precariously on burnt timbers while ash blows into your eyes as you inspect the structure from a safe distance. Sweat trickles down the faces of the others from the heat that the hot coals and smoking logs generate, but your training has left you immune to such effects. Several charred and mutilated bodies lay in front of the ruined dwelling. The ground is littered with metal weapons and armor that has been bent and melted from some sort of intense heat source. You have to cover your mouth just to keep from gagging on the stench of burnt flesh and wood combined with melted metal. "By the North Gods, what sort of beast could have done such a thing!" Mojo stares at the carnage and is overcome with rage and disgust. "Nothing natural, I can tell you that." Dabuk kneels down on his knee and bushes away bits of charred flesh and bone. "Look at this." Bactra steps in behind his half-brother stares down at the tracks that the ranger has uncovered. They appear to be similar to a wolf or great dog but it looks like the ground underneath has been left blackened like soot where it stepped. They lead off to the west and into the forest and are joined by several other tracks from the same sort of beast. "What is it?" Soon you're all standing around and examining the burnt in tracks. The monstrous nature of the prints is obvious too even the untrained eye. In fact, it is Mojo who recognizes them first as he stare in horror and disbelief. "Mighty Jalivier protect us." The paladin is visibly shaken as he backs away from the tracks and quickly draws his sword. He turns towards the direction the tracks lead and concentrates upon the woods as hard as he can. "I can feel them, their are near and coming closer. They could sense us before I them, this is very bad." "Mojo." Dabuk steps in front of Mojo shaking him violently. "What going on, what do you know about these creatures." The paladin blinks and lowers his sword slightly. "They are Demons of Brimstone and Flame." He pauses and looks at each one of you before continuing. "When I was a lad I heard stories from my uncle of a beast spawned from some unknown otherplane. It was said to be a fire-breathing hound with reddish brown fur and a unholy, red glow within its eyes." His voice rises with each word he speaks. "It's teeth and tongue are black as its soul and it smells like smoke and sulfur." Mojo points to the ground where the tracks lay with the tip of his sword. "It is a large beast, at least up to your waist and burns the ground wherever it's feet have tread." Suddenly, an eerie, hollow toned howl pierces the night that send a shiver down your spine. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. The beast has a tendency to bay at the moon which causes most to panic as the magical fear grips them." "Tiethien-masitif miet Kalinh. " Bactra traces an elven, warding symbol in the air and stares nervously at the woods. Dabuk's eyes go wide with fear as he translates his friend's elven words. "The Dark Hounds of Hell." Dabuk draws his magical blade and stands back to back with Mojo as the howling becomes louder and more frequent. Bactra digs for his components and you begin to chant holy rites in your native tongue. Cheng-Du clicks his mandibles together violently and readies his gythka for the coming battle. Several sets of glowing eyes appear in the darkness at the edge of the woods and you realize that the beasts have somehow surrounded the clearing without you knowing. "Damn, I hate unnatural monsters running around in the woods. I can never sense them like other creatures." Dabuk's seems more annoyed than afraid by your current circumstance. "Aye," Mojo turns and quickly puts together some strategy. "Everyone into a circle around Bactra. They'll pick us off one by one if we don't stick together." Bactra looks at his friend with annoyance. "I am more than capable of defending-" "Not now Bactra." Mojo takes his spot with his back to the young elven mage. His two handed sword clutched in both hands. "You can be upset at me later. Besides, it's a good strategy. Your magic is our best chance against them. If they got you alone without anyone to cover you they would tear you apart." Mojo's sobering words sink quickly into his friend and Bactra immediately sets to preparing one of his most powerful spells. The beasts move slowly out of the woods their eyes shining like unholy lanterns in the darkness. There are at least six of them and Mojo's description of the beast was more than accurate. One of the creatures howls horribly and you feel your resolve give for just a second. They spread out around you staying several feet back from your reach, pacing back and forth as if they're trying to intimidate you. One of the larger beasts snarls, its black teeth reflect the moonlight in a very eerie fashion. One of the beasts feints in at you while another on the opposite side breathes hot flame at Dabuk. He quickly hits the ground to avoid being toasted but not before getting a shot off with his bow. The arrow bounces off the creature's tough hide barely scratching it. The beast quickly springs forward preparing to bite the rangers head off but becomes pinned to the ground by Cheng-Du's gythka. The beast howls in pain once before dying. Two of the hounds breathe fire directly into Mojo but the young paladin stands his ground as his skin blisters. He charges forward into one of the beasts and brings his sword down on the creature's head. Hot, acidic blood pours over the sword as the beast skull splits. The other moves to jump him from behind just as Dabuk's second arrow finds its mark. The beast howls and turns to see what wounded it. It hisses with a violent gleam in its red eyes. It opens its mouth to breathe flame just as Bactra unleashes his first spell. The ice knife hits the creature directly in the mouth and its head explodes. "Nice shot!" Dabuk pauses to grin at his cousin. "Thank you. I thought so too." Bactra's grin is just as wide. The three remaining beasts pull back to the edge of the clearing at the site of the magical devastation Bactra caused to their kin. "Their not so cocky now are they!" You smile at your friends with your arms crossed over your chest. "We must go after them." Mojo steps up beside Dabuk, his skin slightly red due to the creatures flames. "They must not be allowed to regroup so that can attack again. We don't know for sure if these are the only ones." Dabuk grips his sword and nods his head. "Mojo's right, their evil, unnatural creatures that will kill anything just for the sake of killing. They might attack another woodsman or even a village. We had an easy time of it but other less skilled people will be sitting ducks." You point to the woods with your katana. "I agree, their obviously malevolent creatures and intensely hostile." Pop - pop - click - mmmmm - pop. "Cheng-Du agrees with my assessment." You turn towards Bactra. "What do you say young one?" "Let's get 'em!" Bactra leans on his staff and grins. * * * The way seems to open up to you as Dabuk leads you through the dense woods. He effortlessly guides you from one hidden path to another as he tracks the beasts. The cold night air stings Mojo's lungs as he tries to find his breath. Mojo told you once that for as long as he could remember, he had always been the strongest and fastest even when he was a boy. That was until he met Dabuk. The young half-elf would have quickly left him behind in any contest of endurance, which bothered him, more than it should. Envy is not something a promising Sky Knight of Jalivier should feel, no matter what. Suddenly, the young ranger slows his pace and puts his hand out for silence. He kneels to the ground and closes his eyes his breathing slow and steady. Each of you stands in awe as he calls out to the land with his senses seeking aid from the woodland creatures. He turns his head right and raises his head as if he saw something even though his eyes never open. "They are very close." He slowly stands and opens his eyes. "And there are more of them." "Just great." Bactra shakes his head his words forming mist in the cold night. Cheng-Du comes forward to stand at the mage's side. He clicks slowly and places a claw on Bactra's arm as if to say it will be all right. "Thanks, Cheng-Du." Bactra pats the kreen's claw with his hand. "I needed that." "Well, we might as well get on with it." Mojo remembers to keep his voice down as not to give away there position to every creature that may be lurking in the woods. "Those things are out there somewhere and we don't want them to be prepared for us when we catch them." Dabuk motions for silence again stalking off into the woods with the rest of you close behind. The rest seems to have helped Mojo a little as he matches Bactra stride for stride, a feat worthy of the elf's origin let alone his. The way twists and turns through the trees and past deadfalls and burnt out trunks. They have definitely come this way even to Mojo's untrained eye. The creatures moved with reckless abandon leaving destruction along the path they've cut. Several small fires have been lit and Cheng-Du falls behind to put them out. His great speed and ambidextrous limbs helps him stop the spread of the flames and he keeps the worst parts under control. "No need for stealth now." Dabuk quickens his strides and draws his sword. "They know we're coming. Be ready for anything." The agile half-elf jumps a rise half his height like a cat and comes down gracefully on the other side. Bactra soon outdistances Mojo as he and his blood-kin race into the night, spell and steel side by side. Mojo and you follow in behind as best they can but there is no matching the blood of elves in the woods. "There!" Bactra sees them first, his powerful eyes spotting the beasts as they come out of the night. "I see at least four of them!" "Five." Dabuk turns left into the dark where his elven cousin cannot see and jumps a fallen log, his sword flashing in the night. Fire erupts around him as he disappears from sight. "Dabuk!" You rush into the foliage after your friend. The four Hounds of Hell spew flame all at once in your direction. The flame flow over you like water off a duck's back as your ring of fire protects you from the blaze. The beasts seem confused by your lack of singed feathers. So much so, that Bactra easily turns one of the beasts to ashes with a lightning bolt. The three remaining beasts turn as race into the darkness away from their remaining companion seeking to save their own hides. Mojo follows right behind them trying not to lose sight of the beasts. "Larea guide me." His words echo into the woods and the way seems less twisted than before. His faith in not only his own Lord Jalivier but that of The Lady of the Woods acts a beacon in the night as he catches sight of the beasts ahead. It’s as if he knew he would, the same way he knows that the North Gods watch over him and all he would protect from evil. Suddenly, out of the darkness Bactra appears beside him as the two bear down on the three creatures. Two of the creatures continue to run while the third stops and turns an evil glint in its eyes, smoke billowing forth from its maw. "Down!" Bactra lunges at the young paladin as flame spews over their heads. The force of hitting the ground knocks the wind from the young mage and Mojo sword skitters across the ground. "By the North Gods, I didn't see that coming!" Mojo scans the ground for his sword trying to find his blade in the dark. He was glad that Bactra had been there to save his life but he felt helpless without his sword. His hand finds the hilt of the sword just as the beast steps on the blade pinning it to the ground. "Oh, oh." Mojo looks up into the beasts glowing, red eyes as it snarls at him. "Wind roar!" The beast topples back as Bactra's gust of wind spell knocks the creature off its feet. "Ha, it didn't expect that!" Mojo quickly finds his feet and pounces on the prone creature his sword sinking deep into its hide. "Well, done my friend. We make a excellent team." Bactra stands in silence with his head down then turns towards the way they came. "Dabuk-" "I'm sorry Bactra, but don't write him off yet. That young lad is a bloody lion." He pats his friend on the back. "I'm sure he's fine." Mojo's blood runs cold as one of the other beast's howls nearby. "Damn, they're pesky critters. All that ungodly howling and such." Two of the beasts jump out of the dense foliage to either side of the paladin and mage and all thoughts of worrying about Dabuk take a backseat to making sure they survive to find out. "Back to back!" Mojo barks out the order by sheer instinct. "Use your staff, they're to close for your magic." "Don't worry about me." The elven mage pulls the Rod of the Elements from under his robe. "As long as I hold this their flame can't hurt me. But I can hurt them. Ground apart!" All of a sudden, the earth beneath the hound closest to Bactra opens up and swallows the beast. And just as quickly, Bactra waves his hand and the ground starts to close. The beast tries to howl but the ground smothers it into silence. The sight visibly shakes the young paladin and he not so sure he likes Bactra's magic as much as he did a moment ago. Wind is one thing but this, this was horrific. It's the opening the other hound needs to strike. "Mojo, look out!" He turns back towards the beast as it pounces on him its jaws bared ready to kill him with a snap. He barely keeps the creature at bay with one arm and thinks to himself 'stupid, stupid'! He was so worried about Bactra that he forgot about watching his back. The young mage can take care of himself now if only he could do the same. Cheng-Du's throwing chatkcha suddenly appears in the creature's skull and the beast slumps overtop of the young knight. The big kreen steps from the woods his gythka in hand and clicks at you with approval. "Your timing is impeccable my friend." Mojo pushes the creature off and slowly stands favoring his arm. "I think I might have hurt something." "And here you were worried about me." Mojo looks up to see Bactra leaning on his staff and grinning like a cat. The look is so comical and Mojo shakes his head. How could I have thought his magic is tainted by darkness? “I feel like a fool.” "I see everything here is under control." A familiar voice pierces the darkness and you all turn towards the direction it came. Out of the night strides the most confident bugger they'd ever known. "Dabuk!" Bactra rushes to greet his half-brother and grasps his arms in the shahee, an old elven bond stronger than mere blood. The young ranger is a little ragged looking but he'll survive. "Where's Firewalker?" Dabuk shakes his head and sighs. "It's not good." [b]NOT THE END[/b] [/QUOTE]
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