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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5260888" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>With another glance over my shoulder I saw that we had put some distance between the creatures of the Dominion. They themselves had given up the immediate chase and now walked, following us intently. Loping behind them was a huge figure that I had not seen before. It was at least one and half times the height of a normal man and perhaps twice as broad. </p><p></p><p>I finally managed to end the fight for control of my mount just as we approached the wide staircase that led to the only door. We dismounted and led the exhausted animals up to the large entrance. </p><p></p><p>Morgan pounded upon the thick oak, “Let us in! The forces of the Dominion approach!”</p><p></p><p>Half a minute elapsed with no response, so once again he hammered the door.</p><p></p><p>This time we heard the sound of sandals slapping on cobbles approach the door. A bolt clanked and two eyes peered at us from a peephole in the door.</p><p></p><p>“What is all this commotion?” queried a nasal voice.</p><p></p><p>“Good man, “ I began rapidly, interrupting Morgan before he could speak, “We are travelers that seek the knowledge of Todesmagie. And we seek entry to your Tower.”</p><p></p><p>“Hmm, I’ll have to check with Lord Steven.” He replied and his eyes disappeared from the slot.</p><p></p><p>I thrust my left hand into it just as he tried to slam the bolt home. I mentally praised Mortec’s handiwork as I continued, “Friend, we need to come in now.” I said with finality. “Just open the door. I am sure Lord Steven would not be unimpressed with our own information.”</p><p></p><p>“Umm,” he replied with uncertainty, “What information do you have?”</p><p></p><p>Morgan lost his patience. “Open the damn door! The forces of the Dominion are about to attack your tower!”</p><p></p><p>The Fastendian’s outburst shocked the man into action. He quickly raised the bar and urged us to come in before dropping it once more into place. </p><p></p><p>We were safe, at least for the moment. We were led down a covered causeway to a court yard within the tower. There was only one door in the courtyard and to one side was a small stable. Hrast took the horses there.</p><p></p><p>Our guide, a short thin man wearing robes and a talisman of Todesmagie around his neck, told us to wait there whilst he delivered our information to Lord Steven.</p><p></p><p>He quickly exited through the door. I heard a bar fall into place against it. We would not be able to easily follow him had that been our intention.</p><p></p><p>A few moments later we heard him call down to us, for he appeared in a window above the door through which he had gone. “Lord Steven says that Todesmagie will provide a solution.” And then he popped out of sight before we could hurl abuse at him.</p><p></p><p>Todesmagie will provide a solution! Thank you so much for your help oh mighty lord of knowledge. </p><p></p><p>There was a heavy thud against the main door. The Dominion had arrived. </p><p></p><p>We assembled ourselves as best we could with Kir, Yodfor and his only remaining companion, in the front rank. Moxadder, Stravarious and I made the next rank. Morgan stood off to one side. We all had our crossbows or bows loaded or knocked.</p><p></p><p>Several more thuds before an almighty crash. They were through.</p><p></p><p>Arrows and bolts flew down into the causeway. Screams of pain confirmed that at least a few of the missiles had found targets. Then with a rush the cats met the front line.</p><p></p><p>Yodfor fell instantly, and Strav capitalized on his demise. With a word a glowing curved sword appeared in his hand. He cocked his arm over his shoulder and with a blood curdling laugh threw it with all his might.</p><p></p><p>End over end the blade spun ploughing through the cat creatures before burying itself in the last one in the column. All that it struck yowled with pain. Whilst his magic took none down it certainly hurt at least half a dozen.</p><p></p><p>I leapt into the breech made by the fallen Gerechian and slashed wildly with my sword.</p><p></p><p>I drove home a sure strike. Inexplicably I missed my mark. Then I realized that the creature was shimmering, like the reflected heat on a hot summer’s day, making it nigh on impossible to focus on. It had no such trouble and it struck at me with its clawed hands and its tails. A tail hit me solidly numbing my sword arm.</p><p></p><p>Morgan cried out “Defend the Tower!” but his command was punctuated with a loud crack. The scepter of Artyom Seth was no longer and his command fell on deaf ears.</p><p></p><p>Kir threw a handful of dust onto his foe, and it was suddenly very visible, no longer shimmering like the one I faced. That was all Kir needed to cut it down.</p><p></p><p>As we fought these strange creatures I became aware of a low chant from the robed figures that was becoming louder. “Geduld acra nema.” Repeated over and over again. </p><p></p><p>I gasped as I saw ghostly dismembered hands appear in front of the chanters. Slowly they began to float forward as if their fingers dragged them through the air.</p><p></p><p>Kir let loose with a panicked swipe at one that hovered into range, but it missed wide of the mark. Suddenly the hand sprung forward digging into his breast.</p><p></p><p>Kir dropped one of his swords and clawed at his chest where the hand had struck. His feline adversary capitalized on his pain and lashed him with each tail. The Gerechian beside me slumped to the ground. From beside Kir, Moxadder also cried out in agony, another ghostly hand had found a victim.</p><p></p><p>I was instantly aware of yet another dismembered claw that floated inches from my chest. Before I could react it struck me. In a horrifying moment there was a wave of cold that passed through my body. I shuddered as I felt weakened and staggered against the causeway wall, managing limply to defend myself.</p><p></p><p>Moxadder was ashen. He had experienced the same mortifying chill as I had. Kir fared no better. He had also suffered several vicious wounds from the cat creatures that faced him. With Morgan no longer able to call on Artyom Seth’s scepter to enable him to command our foes our situation was desperately bleak.</p><p></p><p>The feeling of cold left me but the weakness had not. I could barely lift my blade. I was desperate. I lunged with all my might at my adversary but, as it had before, it disappeared and I missed, the thin steel of my blade snapped as it struck the stone floor. Laster had deserted me once more, or perhaps he enjoyed tormenting me.</p><p></p><p>Enraged I whipped out my spare sword, I now carried two blades for just this occasion, and once more launched myself at the servant of the Dominion.</p><p></p><p>Luckily I managed to land a few telling strikes by swinging full slashes rather than precise thrusts, that overcame the cat’s disorienting appearance, but it was Kir who felled him. He stepped over the corpse and strode forward. Was he mad? But then I saw his reason. There were already several of the beasts lying dead in the corridor. He wished to take the battle to them.</p><p></p><p>Sensing that the fight had turned to the favour of the defenders, the hulking man that waited behind his minions, grunted a single command, “Withdraw!”</p><p></p><p>And they did. They fled from the Tower. There was no way we could pursue them, for after a day a night in the saddle and now having fought for our very lives we had not the energy.</p><p></p><p>Behind us someone clapped. “Well done,” said Lord Steven. “Todesmagie has provided a solution”. He added smugly.</p><p></p><p>“Indeed he did,” rasped an old man that stood at Lord Steven’s shoulder. It was Ruftameon, the sage that we had met long ago in Baron Yorath’s library and to whom we returned a book. </p><p></p><p>I began to voice a thousand questions but Lord Steven only smirked in amusement. “There is time for questions later. Now you all should sleep.” </p><p></p><p>It was then that I realized that I was thoroughly exhausted. It had been days since I had slept and finally, with the excitement of our escape no longer fueling me, fatigue set in.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5260888, member: 46615"] With another glance over my shoulder I saw that we had put some distance between the creatures of the Dominion. They themselves had given up the immediate chase and now walked, following us intently. Loping behind them was a huge figure that I had not seen before. It was at least one and half times the height of a normal man and perhaps twice as broad. I finally managed to end the fight for control of my mount just as we approached the wide staircase that led to the only door. We dismounted and led the exhausted animals up to the large entrance. Morgan pounded upon the thick oak, “Let us in! The forces of the Dominion approach!” Half a minute elapsed with no response, so once again he hammered the door. This time we heard the sound of sandals slapping on cobbles approach the door. A bolt clanked and two eyes peered at us from a peephole in the door. “What is all this commotion?” queried a nasal voice. “Good man, “ I began rapidly, interrupting Morgan before he could speak, “We are travelers that seek the knowledge of Todesmagie. And we seek entry to your Tower.” “Hmm, I’ll have to check with Lord Steven.” He replied and his eyes disappeared from the slot. I thrust my left hand into it just as he tried to slam the bolt home. I mentally praised Mortec’s handiwork as I continued, “Friend, we need to come in now.” I said with finality. “Just open the door. I am sure Lord Steven would not be unimpressed with our own information.” “Umm,” he replied with uncertainty, “What information do you have?” Morgan lost his patience. “Open the damn door! The forces of the Dominion are about to attack your tower!” The Fastendian’s outburst shocked the man into action. He quickly raised the bar and urged us to come in before dropping it once more into place. We were safe, at least for the moment. We were led down a covered causeway to a court yard within the tower. There was only one door in the courtyard and to one side was a small stable. Hrast took the horses there. Our guide, a short thin man wearing robes and a talisman of Todesmagie around his neck, told us to wait there whilst he delivered our information to Lord Steven. He quickly exited through the door. I heard a bar fall into place against it. We would not be able to easily follow him had that been our intention. A few moments later we heard him call down to us, for he appeared in a window above the door through which he had gone. “Lord Steven says that Todesmagie will provide a solution.” And then he popped out of sight before we could hurl abuse at him. Todesmagie will provide a solution! Thank you so much for your help oh mighty lord of knowledge. There was a heavy thud against the main door. The Dominion had arrived. We assembled ourselves as best we could with Kir, Yodfor and his only remaining companion, in the front rank. Moxadder, Stravarious and I made the next rank. Morgan stood off to one side. We all had our crossbows or bows loaded or knocked. Several more thuds before an almighty crash. They were through. Arrows and bolts flew down into the causeway. Screams of pain confirmed that at least a few of the missiles had found targets. Then with a rush the cats met the front line. Yodfor fell instantly, and Strav capitalized on his demise. With a word a glowing curved sword appeared in his hand. He cocked his arm over his shoulder and with a blood curdling laugh threw it with all his might. End over end the blade spun ploughing through the cat creatures before burying itself in the last one in the column. All that it struck yowled with pain. Whilst his magic took none down it certainly hurt at least half a dozen. I leapt into the breech made by the fallen Gerechian and slashed wildly with my sword. I drove home a sure strike. Inexplicably I missed my mark. Then I realized that the creature was shimmering, like the reflected heat on a hot summer’s day, making it nigh on impossible to focus on. It had no such trouble and it struck at me with its clawed hands and its tails. A tail hit me solidly numbing my sword arm. Morgan cried out “Defend the Tower!” but his command was punctuated with a loud crack. The scepter of Artyom Seth was no longer and his command fell on deaf ears. Kir threw a handful of dust onto his foe, and it was suddenly very visible, no longer shimmering like the one I faced. That was all Kir needed to cut it down. As we fought these strange creatures I became aware of a low chant from the robed figures that was becoming louder. “Geduld acra nema.” Repeated over and over again. I gasped as I saw ghostly dismembered hands appear in front of the chanters. Slowly they began to float forward as if their fingers dragged them through the air. Kir let loose with a panicked swipe at one that hovered into range, but it missed wide of the mark. Suddenly the hand sprung forward digging into his breast. Kir dropped one of his swords and clawed at his chest where the hand had struck. His feline adversary capitalized on his pain and lashed him with each tail. The Gerechian beside me slumped to the ground. From beside Kir, Moxadder also cried out in agony, another ghostly hand had found a victim. I was instantly aware of yet another dismembered claw that floated inches from my chest. Before I could react it struck me. In a horrifying moment there was a wave of cold that passed through my body. I shuddered as I felt weakened and staggered against the causeway wall, managing limply to defend myself. Moxadder was ashen. He had experienced the same mortifying chill as I had. Kir fared no better. He had also suffered several vicious wounds from the cat creatures that faced him. With Morgan no longer able to call on Artyom Seth’s scepter to enable him to command our foes our situation was desperately bleak. The feeling of cold left me but the weakness had not. I could barely lift my blade. I was desperate. I lunged with all my might at my adversary but, as it had before, it disappeared and I missed, the thin steel of my blade snapped as it struck the stone floor. Laster had deserted me once more, or perhaps he enjoyed tormenting me. Enraged I whipped out my spare sword, I now carried two blades for just this occasion, and once more launched myself at the servant of the Dominion. Luckily I managed to land a few telling strikes by swinging full slashes rather than precise thrusts, that overcame the cat’s disorienting appearance, but it was Kir who felled him. He stepped over the corpse and strode forward. Was he mad? But then I saw his reason. There were already several of the beasts lying dead in the corridor. He wished to take the battle to them. Sensing that the fight had turned to the favour of the defenders, the hulking man that waited behind his minions, grunted a single command, “Withdraw!” And they did. They fled from the Tower. There was no way we could pursue them, for after a day a night in the saddle and now having fought for our very lives we had not the energy. Behind us someone clapped. “Well done,” said Lord Steven. “Todesmagie has provided a solution”. He added smugly. “Indeed he did,” rasped an old man that stood at Lord Steven’s shoulder. It was Ruftameon, the sage that we had met long ago in Baron Yorath’s library and to whom we returned a book. I began to voice a thousand questions but Lord Steven only smirked in amusement. “There is time for questions later. Now you all should sleep.” It was then that I realized that I was thoroughly exhausted. It had been days since I had slept and finally, with the excitement of our escape no longer fueling me, fatigue set in. [/QUOTE]
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