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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5120875" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>In short time we filled Raedemass in on our activities within the bandits encampment. She, unfortunately, had no news on the exact whereabouts of Polema and Korb, however she did confirm that Felt, Saeff’s bodyguard (obviously she had not done a particularly good job) should be in her room across the corridor. She also verified that the Foeldian women and children were in the main chamber of the lower level and were guarded by the remaining bandits that were not out raiding.</p><p> </p><p> As it happened the room the Felt was using also had an exit to that main chamber. So it was there that was out next destination.</p><p> </p><p> We all snuck out into the corridor and through another curtain into a short passage that led to Felt’s quarters. </p><p> </p><p> Moxadder stepped from the passage way into the opening to her room.</p><p> </p><p> His reaction betrayed the circumstance in which he saw Felt. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened in surprise as his free hand fumbled for a dagger. Instantaneously I was on the move. My blade appeared in my hand as if by magic and I sprinted around the corner.</p><p> </p><p> Felt stood, her own rapier already unsheathed, in a classic defensive parry. Her light tunic was bathed in sweat generated from her practice sword play. </p><p> </p><p> Unfortunately for her she did not expect such an assault. The thin steel I carried pierced her once, as I leapt into a thrust and again as I twisted away from her unprepared attack.</p><p> </p><p> My companions were swift to aid me and Moxadder landed the telling blow. She slipped, surprise still registered on her face, from his dagger and crumpled. Her long blonde hair laying in the blood that pooled from her wounds.</p><p> </p><p> It was not a deserving end to someone as talented as Felt. I had heard of her. She was a master duellist from Thessingcourt and was a prized body guard for the rich, of which there were many in Mendus’s capital.</p><p> </p><p> However any remorse I felt at her murder, for that is what it was, and my part in it were gone quickly. After all she was no more than a bandit, she got what was coming to her and at least she did not have to wait for hangman’s noose she would have got in Montfort.</p><p> </p><p> We gathered in the corner of Felt’s room and began organising our next plan of attack. As we spoke of bursting into the main chamber (a simple plan is often the best), a quizzical expression passed over Morgan’s face and he asked “Where’s Strav?”</p><p> </p><p> Strav was not with us! Somehow he had been separated from us. An ear splitting wail broke through our hushed whispers. Strav had been found.</p><p> </p><p> Mortec was first to react. He ran from the room incanting some prayer to Todesmagie. Morgan followed him, knocking an arrow to his bow. Bloodied rapier still in hand I charged off in pursuit of my comrades.</p><p> </p><p> Down the continuation of the passage that went through Felt’s room I ran. Morgan stood by the curtain covering the opening to the main cavern readying to loose a shaft.</p><p> </p><p> With a swift slash I sliced the cloth the impeded my view. Mortec was in the centre of the room, arms stretched above him and chanting loudly, “Todesmagie aid me!” A dark mist seemed to form around his hands even as the bandits closed in on him and covered his tiny frame from my view. </p><p> </p><p> A twang beside me told me that Morgan had found a target. Then it was my turn once more to face a foe.</p><p> </p><p> ********************</p><p> </p><p> I breathed heavily as another brigand dropped to his knees in front of me before falling on his lifeless face.</p><p> </p><p> After repelling the assault on the passage we had been approached from behind by four more bandits. It was then that Morgan showed a side of him that I had not seen before, cowardice. Shame radiated from his face as he left me to face the four scowling men alone. </p><p> </p><p> “Coward.” I muttered as I prepared myself once more to taste their blades. At that stage I already had received a couple of minor cuts, outnumbered four to one, I figured I would receive a few more.</p><p> </p><p> I was right, but it I also managed to slay two of the four before the others, wisely noting that they were out matched threw down their weapons and begged for mercy.</p><p> </p><p> Meanwhile Mortec was calling forth Todesmagie’s divine magics to allow him to withstand his own foes. Morgan, the valiant, had managed to down another from a safer distance with his arrows and Argonne held the southern exit to the cavern. Instead of charging forward with Mortec, Morgan and I, he had run down the corridor to hold the exit and encourage the women and children to flee to him.</p><p> </p><p> Moxadder, who had been skulking in the shadows waiting for his opportunity had finally taken it when Korb and Polema entered the battle.</p><p> </p><p> Moxadder sensing that the fight would turn in our favour if the leaders were dispatched materialised in front of Polema to offer her a taste of his daggers. But she was too quick! She carried an enchanted flail that she used then to great effect. Instead of metal balls on chains, her flail had the heads of serpents! With a flick of her wrist they spat their venom at the surprised Fastendian. He cried out in pain as the acid of their poison struck his chest Dropping his dagger he clawed at his chest, tearing off his shirt.</p><p> </p><p> But, as if sensing his own peril, just as Polema drew wrist back for another strike, Moxadder recovered his wits. His hand went to draw forth another dagger, this one coated with a vile poison of his own. </p><p> </p><p> Polema’s wrist snapped forward again. Moxadder dove forward, ducking the globules of venom that struck the wall behind him and thrust upward into Polema’s abdomen. It was her turn now to shriek in pain! But it was more of a gasp as her body went rigid, the poison taking effect, and she toppled to the ground.</p><p> </p><p> Korb, seeing his lieutenant fall down beside him and noting that the battle ran in our favour turned on his heel and ran! The brigands, their confidence already shaken threw down their weapons and knelt grovelling before Argonne, Mortec and Morgan’s knocked bow. </p><p> </p><p> Whilst I had heard the appeals of surrender I was unaware of Korb’s flight, so I forced my own two captives into the main chamber and began ordering them to tie each other up. Some of the Foeldian women came to help. They knew not who we were, but they did know we had claimed victory over their persecutors. </p><p> </p><p> As I did this, I heard Moxadder rasping voice echo through the cave system, “Argonne! Korb is coming your way!”</p><p> </p><p> Before I had a chance to command Morgan and Mortec to watch the prisoners they had disappeared! Morgan ran passed me into Felt’s room and Mortec ran passed Polema’s prone form.</p><p> </p><p> A minute or two passed before they returned, although they were without Korb. As it happened Korb and run into the entrance chamber of the lower level that held an underground lake. Argonne had managed to strike him hard in the back with a sling stone, but he dove into the lake. Fearing he would escape with a quick swim to the other side of the lake and then up the ramp to the upper level Argonne took drastic action. </p><p> </p><p> He called out to Foeld once more, but this time he did not part the stone has he had before. No, this time he called forth own of Foeld’s creatures, a shark. </p><p> </p><p> Needless to say that Korb never did reach the other side of the lake. With a prayer of thanks to Foeld, Argonne then dismissed the shark and sent it back to the ocean from whence it had come.</p><p> </p><p> The bandits were bound and questioned, and remarkably Polema was too. It so happened that the poison Moxadder had used on her only caused her body to be rigid for a few minutes. When that time elapsed she was free to move once more. Or would have been had Moxadder not returned and bound her, after poking away her flail that was attempting to slither on the ground nearby.</p><p> </p><p> Polema, sensing her current employer was not longer able to pay for her services, was more than happy to cooperate.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5120875, member: 46615"] In short time we filled Raedemass in on our activities within the bandits encampment. She, unfortunately, had no news on the exact whereabouts of Polema and Korb, however she did confirm that Felt, Saeff’s bodyguard (obviously she had not done a particularly good job) should be in her room across the corridor. She also verified that the Foeldian women and children were in the main chamber of the lower level and were guarded by the remaining bandits that were not out raiding. As it happened the room the Felt was using also had an exit to that main chamber. So it was there that was out next destination. We all snuck out into the corridor and through another curtain into a short passage that led to Felt’s quarters. Moxadder stepped from the passage way into the opening to her room. His reaction betrayed the circumstance in which he saw Felt. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened in surprise as his free hand fumbled for a dagger. Instantaneously I was on the move. My blade appeared in my hand as if by magic and I sprinted around the corner. Felt stood, her own rapier already unsheathed, in a classic defensive parry. Her light tunic was bathed in sweat generated from her practice sword play. Unfortunately for her she did not expect such an assault. The thin steel I carried pierced her once, as I leapt into a thrust and again as I twisted away from her unprepared attack. My companions were swift to aid me and Moxadder landed the telling blow. She slipped, surprise still registered on her face, from his dagger and crumpled. Her long blonde hair laying in the blood that pooled from her wounds. It was not a deserving end to someone as talented as Felt. I had heard of her. She was a master duellist from Thessingcourt and was a prized body guard for the rich, of which there were many in Mendus’s capital. However any remorse I felt at her murder, for that is what it was, and my part in it were gone quickly. After all she was no more than a bandit, she got what was coming to her and at least she did not have to wait for hangman’s noose she would have got in Montfort. We gathered in the corner of Felt’s room and began organising our next plan of attack. As we spoke of bursting into the main chamber (a simple plan is often the best), a quizzical expression passed over Morgan’s face and he asked “Where’s Strav?” Strav was not with us! Somehow he had been separated from us. An ear splitting wail broke through our hushed whispers. Strav had been found. Mortec was first to react. He ran from the room incanting some prayer to Todesmagie. Morgan followed him, knocking an arrow to his bow. Bloodied rapier still in hand I charged off in pursuit of my comrades. Down the continuation of the passage that went through Felt’s room I ran. Morgan stood by the curtain covering the opening to the main cavern readying to loose a shaft. With a swift slash I sliced the cloth the impeded my view. Mortec was in the centre of the room, arms stretched above him and chanting loudly, “Todesmagie aid me!” A dark mist seemed to form around his hands even as the bandits closed in on him and covered his tiny frame from my view. A twang beside me told me that Morgan had found a target. Then it was my turn once more to face a foe. ******************** I breathed heavily as another brigand dropped to his knees in front of me before falling on his lifeless face. After repelling the assault on the passage we had been approached from behind by four more bandits. It was then that Morgan showed a side of him that I had not seen before, cowardice. Shame radiated from his face as he left me to face the four scowling men alone. “Coward.” I muttered as I prepared myself once more to taste their blades. At that stage I already had received a couple of minor cuts, outnumbered four to one, I figured I would receive a few more. I was right, but it I also managed to slay two of the four before the others, wisely noting that they were out matched threw down their weapons and begged for mercy. Meanwhile Mortec was calling forth Todesmagie’s divine magics to allow him to withstand his own foes. Morgan, the valiant, had managed to down another from a safer distance with his arrows and Argonne held the southern exit to the cavern. Instead of charging forward with Mortec, Morgan and I, he had run down the corridor to hold the exit and encourage the women and children to flee to him. Moxadder, who had been skulking in the shadows waiting for his opportunity had finally taken it when Korb and Polema entered the battle. Moxadder sensing that the fight would turn in our favour if the leaders were dispatched materialised in front of Polema to offer her a taste of his daggers. But she was too quick! She carried an enchanted flail that she used then to great effect. Instead of metal balls on chains, her flail had the heads of serpents! With a flick of her wrist they spat their venom at the surprised Fastendian. He cried out in pain as the acid of their poison struck his chest Dropping his dagger he clawed at his chest, tearing off his shirt. But, as if sensing his own peril, just as Polema drew wrist back for another strike, Moxadder recovered his wits. His hand went to draw forth another dagger, this one coated with a vile poison of his own. Polema’s wrist snapped forward again. Moxadder dove forward, ducking the globules of venom that struck the wall behind him and thrust upward into Polema’s abdomen. It was her turn now to shriek in pain! But it was more of a gasp as her body went rigid, the poison taking effect, and she toppled to the ground. Korb, seeing his lieutenant fall down beside him and noting that the battle ran in our favour turned on his heel and ran! The brigands, their confidence already shaken threw down their weapons and knelt grovelling before Argonne, Mortec and Morgan’s knocked bow. Whilst I had heard the appeals of surrender I was unaware of Korb’s flight, so I forced my own two captives into the main chamber and began ordering them to tie each other up. Some of the Foeldian women came to help. They knew not who we were, but they did know we had claimed victory over their persecutors. As I did this, I heard Moxadder rasping voice echo through the cave system, “Argonne! Korb is coming your way!” Before I had a chance to command Morgan and Mortec to watch the prisoners they had disappeared! Morgan ran passed me into Felt’s room and Mortec ran passed Polema’s prone form. A minute or two passed before they returned, although they were without Korb. As it happened Korb and run into the entrance chamber of the lower level that held an underground lake. Argonne had managed to strike him hard in the back with a sling stone, but he dove into the lake. Fearing he would escape with a quick swim to the other side of the lake and then up the ramp to the upper level Argonne took drastic action. He called out to Foeld once more, but this time he did not part the stone has he had before. No, this time he called forth own of Foeld’s creatures, a shark. Needless to say that Korb never did reach the other side of the lake. With a prayer of thanks to Foeld, Argonne then dismissed the shark and sent it back to the ocean from whence it had come. The bandits were bound and questioned, and remarkably Polema was too. It so happened that the poison Moxadder had used on her only caused her body to be rigid for a few minutes. When that time elapsed she was free to move once more. Or would have been had Moxadder not returned and bound her, after poking away her flail that was attempting to slither on the ground nearby. Polema, sensing her current employer was not longer able to pay for her services, was more than happy to cooperate. [/QUOTE]
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