Lazybones
Adventurer
Chapter 211
As the transformed Jakan leapt at her, Glori summoned her magic once more.
Her head and body still throbbed from the aftereffects of the druid’s blight, and her storehouse of magic had already been heavily depleted, but she threw everything she had left into another thunderwave. The sonic pulse smashed into the Jakan-creature, but this time instead of being driven back the altered druid pushed through it. Glori brought her lyre up reflexively as he lashed out with his beast-claws. The impact shattered one arm of the instrument and broke most of the strings. Glori was driven back hard against the bole of the tree, her arm stinging where the sharp claws had gashed her.
Jakan landed where she’d been standing and let out a feral growl of triumph. He started to step forward to finish her off, but suddenly flinched and let out a hiss of pain.
Glori turned her head to see that Brightbriar had somehow pulled himself up against the tree and had buried his arms into the mass of the ugly matter that coated the trunk. The Tender was hurt worse than Glori had first thought; his entire body from the belly down was soaked with blood, and the trail he had left behind stretched all the way over to one of the root masses at least fifteen paces away. She had no idea how he’d managed to come all that distance, or how he remained standing now.
Instinct had her looking up at the imprisoned form of Celestron. Nothing had changed as far as she could see, but she felt something, a stirring in the subtle veins of power that suffused this place.
Whatever Brightbriar was doing, Jakan clearly didn’t like it. He turned from Glori and started toward the dying Tender. But he managed barely three steps before Glori rushed up and stabbed him.
The corrupt druid screamed in pain and slashed out violently at the bard. But even as he started to turn he stumbled off-balance, and the claws passed harmlessly in front of Glori’s face. She looked down to see that fresh stalks of green had twined around the druid’s feet. For a moment a look of incredulity that looked strange on his altered features appeared on Jakan’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a visage of bestial fury. He lifted a hand and unleashed a spray of flickering motes that glittered in the faint light as they surged toward Glori. She recoiled instinctively from them, but there was nowhere she could go to escape the poison spray.
But in the instant before the druid’s attack struck, a sudden breeze brushed down from the canopy of the tree. It caught the motes and dispersed them, then vanished as quickly as it had come.
Jakan snarled something incomprehensible, then turned back toward Brightbriar. With an effort he tore himself free of the clinging growth and lurched forward again.
This time he made it only two steps before Glori stabbed him in the back again.
On the far side of the clearing Glori’s companions were completely unaware of the desperate struggle taking place at the tree, for they were still fighting for their lives. One of the tainted Tenders had been destroyed, but the other two were still pressing Kosk, Embrae, and Majerion hard, and the last awakened tree continued to take violent, powerful swings with its branches. All three of the defenders were seriously wounded, though Majerion was doing his best to channel healing spells into the monks. There was no more option to retreat; the wall of thorns was at their backs, and their foes had spread out to block any more attempts to escape.
So, they fought, and took a beating.
His ki drained, Kosk could no longer do anything but try to keep his adversary at bay. One half of the Tender’s face was a scorched mess from one of Embrae’s radiant blasts, but the creature still seemed able to absorb an incredible amount of punishment. Kosk had struck it with blows that would have broken multiple bones, had it been a normal man. But the thing continued to fight with almost as much speed and power as it had possessed at the start of the fight.
Kosk could hear Majerion strumming his lyre furiously behind him, but he dared not let his guard down even for an instant to see what he was doing. But suddenly the altered Tender just stopped, standing just out of reach.
A loud crash drew his attention over to his right. The awakened tree had fallen over backwards, nearly taking out the Tender facing Embrae. The creature was just standing there, much like the one opposite Kosk. The elf monk looked about as battered as he felt, but she quickly met his eyes and nodded.
Both attacked simultaneously, Embrae firing a radiant blast into her foe’s face while Kosk swept the legs of his opponent out from under it and then followed with a strike to the neck.
Glori couldn’t quite see what was happening on the other side of the grove, but she could tell that the intensity of the fighting was easing off. Hoping that it didn’t mean that her friends were all dead, she said, “Your grove is rejecting you, false druid.”
Jakan let out a feral screech and lunged again toward Brightbriar. The Tender hadn’t moved since he’d first contacted the corrupted mass cloaking the tree, but now Glori could see a haze of green shoots sticking up out of its substance. The gunk was starting to come apart at the edges, its outer layer cracking like shattered ice.
Glori tried to intercept the mad druid, but her battered body had taken too much punishment and her movements felt sluggish and awkward. But even as Jakan came within reach of his target a thick root rose up out of the ground at the base of the tree and twined around his torso. It lifted him off the ground as he swung in a wild fury, but his claws met only empty air. He let out a gasp of pain as it tightened its grasp.
Jakan lifted his arms to the sky. “Aid me, great spirit!” he cried.
But the only response came from Glori, who stepped into his line of sight and said, “You’re all out of help,” even as she drove the point of her sword into his throat.
As the transformed Jakan leapt at her, Glori summoned her magic once more.
Her head and body still throbbed from the aftereffects of the druid’s blight, and her storehouse of magic had already been heavily depleted, but she threw everything she had left into another thunderwave. The sonic pulse smashed into the Jakan-creature, but this time instead of being driven back the altered druid pushed through it. Glori brought her lyre up reflexively as he lashed out with his beast-claws. The impact shattered one arm of the instrument and broke most of the strings. Glori was driven back hard against the bole of the tree, her arm stinging where the sharp claws had gashed her.
Jakan landed where she’d been standing and let out a feral growl of triumph. He started to step forward to finish her off, but suddenly flinched and let out a hiss of pain.
Glori turned her head to see that Brightbriar had somehow pulled himself up against the tree and had buried his arms into the mass of the ugly matter that coated the trunk. The Tender was hurt worse than Glori had first thought; his entire body from the belly down was soaked with blood, and the trail he had left behind stretched all the way over to one of the root masses at least fifteen paces away. She had no idea how he’d managed to come all that distance, or how he remained standing now.
Instinct had her looking up at the imprisoned form of Celestron. Nothing had changed as far as she could see, but she felt something, a stirring in the subtle veins of power that suffused this place.
Whatever Brightbriar was doing, Jakan clearly didn’t like it. He turned from Glori and started toward the dying Tender. But he managed barely three steps before Glori rushed up and stabbed him.
The corrupt druid screamed in pain and slashed out violently at the bard. But even as he started to turn he stumbled off-balance, and the claws passed harmlessly in front of Glori’s face. She looked down to see that fresh stalks of green had twined around the druid’s feet. For a moment a look of incredulity that looked strange on his altered features appeared on Jakan’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a visage of bestial fury. He lifted a hand and unleashed a spray of flickering motes that glittered in the faint light as they surged toward Glori. She recoiled instinctively from them, but there was nowhere she could go to escape the poison spray.
But in the instant before the druid’s attack struck, a sudden breeze brushed down from the canopy of the tree. It caught the motes and dispersed them, then vanished as quickly as it had come.
Jakan snarled something incomprehensible, then turned back toward Brightbriar. With an effort he tore himself free of the clinging growth and lurched forward again.
This time he made it only two steps before Glori stabbed him in the back again.
On the far side of the clearing Glori’s companions were completely unaware of the desperate struggle taking place at the tree, for they were still fighting for their lives. One of the tainted Tenders had been destroyed, but the other two were still pressing Kosk, Embrae, and Majerion hard, and the last awakened tree continued to take violent, powerful swings with its branches. All three of the defenders were seriously wounded, though Majerion was doing his best to channel healing spells into the monks. There was no more option to retreat; the wall of thorns was at their backs, and their foes had spread out to block any more attempts to escape.
So, they fought, and took a beating.
His ki drained, Kosk could no longer do anything but try to keep his adversary at bay. One half of the Tender’s face was a scorched mess from one of Embrae’s radiant blasts, but the creature still seemed able to absorb an incredible amount of punishment. Kosk had struck it with blows that would have broken multiple bones, had it been a normal man. But the thing continued to fight with almost as much speed and power as it had possessed at the start of the fight.
Kosk could hear Majerion strumming his lyre furiously behind him, but he dared not let his guard down even for an instant to see what he was doing. But suddenly the altered Tender just stopped, standing just out of reach.
A loud crash drew his attention over to his right. The awakened tree had fallen over backwards, nearly taking out the Tender facing Embrae. The creature was just standing there, much like the one opposite Kosk. The elf monk looked about as battered as he felt, but she quickly met his eyes and nodded.
Both attacked simultaneously, Embrae firing a radiant blast into her foe’s face while Kosk swept the legs of his opponent out from under it and then followed with a strike to the neck.
Glori couldn’t quite see what was happening on the other side of the grove, but she could tell that the intensity of the fighting was easing off. Hoping that it didn’t mean that her friends were all dead, she said, “Your grove is rejecting you, false druid.”
Jakan let out a feral screech and lunged again toward Brightbriar. The Tender hadn’t moved since he’d first contacted the corrupted mass cloaking the tree, but now Glori could see a haze of green shoots sticking up out of its substance. The gunk was starting to come apart at the edges, its outer layer cracking like shattered ice.
Glori tried to intercept the mad druid, but her battered body had taken too much punishment and her movements felt sluggish and awkward. But even as Jakan came within reach of his target a thick root rose up out of the ground at the base of the tree and twined around his torso. It lifted him off the ground as he swung in a wild fury, but his claws met only empty air. He let out a gasp of pain as it tightened its grasp.
Jakan lifted his arms to the sky. “Aid me, great spirit!” he cried.
But the only response came from Glori, who stepped into his line of sight and said, “You’re all out of help,” even as she drove the point of her sword into his throat.