“Ah, so, what exactly am I looking at?” Khalid asked.
Ruwayd pointed across the valley. “There are griffon aeries scattered across the peaks to the east. From here, the way across the mountains is safest, deep underground. The entrance to the cavern we seek is on the other side of the valley.” Ruwayd replied, pointing. “There.”
Khalid sighted down his arm and could barely make out a dark smudge against the base of the cliff, three or four hundred feet south of the dragon's nest. A drift of snow almost completely obscured the narrow crevice, indicating the path had not been used in the recent past.
They slid down back from their perch looking into the valley, and huddled close to discuss their options.
“So, what's the plan?” Shayla asked.
“Ah, the usual?” Khalid offered.
“Run like hell?” Gorak grunted. “I'm good with that. With a little luck, we'll be right across that valley and into the cave before that thing even knows we're there.”
Khalid was about to comment on the quality of their luck recently, but with a careful look at the Gorak's expression, decided better of it. They sat down and began to sketch out the details of their plan. After having been in numerous harrowing situations together, it took little time for the three to incorporate Ruwayd into their tactics. Khalid and Shayla, buoyed by Khalid's magic, would fly across the valley led by Ruwayd, whose inhuman heritage allowed him to walk about the wind as though it was firm ground. Gorak, unable to fight effectively in his altered form but possessing speed and agility in the air, would scout above and ahead and watch their descent into the valley before following them underground.
Taking refuge within Khalid's magic, they spent a few days trying to study the habits of the dragon, to little avail. On the second night, Gorak joined them in the portal, with a frustrated curse. “Useless,” he grunted. “I can't tell when it sleeps, if'n it sleeps at all. Maybe the damn thing has another entrance to that cave, someplace outta sight. If I had more time,” he shrugged. “So as far as I'm concerned, going at dawn is just as good as the middle of the night. At least we'll all be able to see where we're going then.”
Khalid nodded, finding no fault with the plan. They readied themselves to depart early, and bedded down without watch within the pocket dimension. In the morning, Gorak shook them awake, and they began to prepare for the mad sprint across the valley. Closing his spellbook with a determined snap, Khalid stood up and wasted no time in rhyming off a litany of spells, while Gorak closed his eyes and willed himself into the form of a fierce looking eagle. With Gorak perched on his shoulder, and the rest of them hovering slightly, Khalid took a deep breath, and collapsed the walls of the magical dimension. It took only a second for Khalid to get oriented, as Gorak launched himself into the air. Robes fluttering in the frigid wind, Khalid willed himself after Ruwayd, who had already begun to descend into the valley. With a worried glance at the cloudy sky, Shayla trailed a few seconds behind.
They were half way across valley and Khalid had just allowed to himself hope that they would make it across unscathed, when the dragon hurtled down through the clouds, right on top of them. As it dropped directly down in front of Ruwayd, the beast flared out its massive wings almost instantly slowing and opened its maw wide. Khalid, stunned by the dragon's appearance, couldn't manage to change direction in time. With an awful hiss, the dragon exhaled a caustic green mist that enveloped Ruwayd and Khalid. As the gas seared his eyes and lungs, he felt a numbing cold sink deep into his bones, unabated by his magical protection. Unable to even scream, Khalid's control faltered, which probably saved his life. Falling out of the fog, into the clean, cool mountain air, Khalid gasped for breath as his tortured lungs burned. Through tearing eyes, he saw Ruwayd roll out of the mist, clutching at his throat, coated in frost.
The dragon tucked its wings in and continued its dive, dropping far below them and skimming across the treetops, before climbing once more into the sky. Gorak shrieked in helpless rage, as he dove, incredibly, to the lip of the dragon's lair and shimmered back into his own form.
“Khalid, damn you,” Shayla cursed as she raced past. “Don't just hover there! Move!”
Ruwayd summoned his inhuman fortitude and shook off the effects of the dragon's breath incredibly quickly. Reversing himself instantly in mid-air, he shot past Khalid and Shayla. He drew his scimitar out of his belt and held it out like a lance, as he charged straight at the dragon, seeking to intercept it.
“Get over here, we've got to force it to land!” Gorak roared from his perch, before launching into a spell. The clouds overhead churned and darkened, but in the blinding after image burned into his aching eyes, Khalid saw the lightening bolt flow around the beast like water. Unfazed, it surged toward Ruwayd, with thrusts of its powerful wings. The distance between them vanished in an instant. Ruwayd rolled onto his back and tried to drop beneath the creature, aiming for the it's vitals. But dragon was a cunning hunter and with devious intelligence, anticipated the move and rolled onto it's back as well, offering him nothing but armored scales. As they passed, the beast flicked out its wickedly barbed tail, smashing into Ruwayd and sending him cartwheeling through the air, dazed and bloodied.
Khalid willed himself towards Gorak, as he realized the dragon wasn't turning and would be on top of them in mere seconds. With dismay, he realized there was little chance he could outrun the dragon and then, with horror, realized Shayla was slowing down. She turned to face the dragon and Khalid saw a familiar look in her flashing green eyes. She wasn't going to get caught running.
The dragon, perceiving Ruwayd as the greatest threat, presumably from his size, rushed heedlessly at them and made a mistake made by dozens of other unfortunate men and beasts alike. It got far too close to Shayla.
In her lyrical voice, Shayla rhymed off the words to a spell. The dragon let out an earsplitting roar and banked sharply away as a lance of fire seared the flesh from its skull. Smoking and shrieking, the creature turned as sharply as it could, and tried to climb above them.
Khalid, not wanting to be anywhere near Shayla if the dragon decided to breath again, shrieked out a spell and spun one hundred and eighty degrees in the air. Sailing backwards through the air, he tossed a cloud of golden dust in front of the dragon with little effect; the golden dust just swirled in the creature's wake as it emerged unhindered.
Glancing down, Khalid saw that Ruwayd's unearthly heritage had saved him, as he righted himself only a dozen feet from the face of the cliff. Shaking his head, he again flew straight at the wounded beast. The dragon was forced to level off and face him, or risk being attacked from behind. Ruwayd snaked and twisted in the air, trying to fool the dragon. As the creature's claws slashed through the air inches beside him, Ruwayd lashed out with his scimitar, biting deep into the flesh between the claws. The two separated as the dragon surged upwards again, trying desperately to gain more distance from Shayla.
With a wicked grin, Shayla flew after the beast, and unleashed another torrent of fire into its back, blackening the pale green scales. The dragon shrieked again, but still bent on attack, headed for the clouds above. Khalid settled on the rock beside Gorak, peering nervously into the darkness as Gorak chanted quickly. As his hand burst into flame, he drew back his arm to throw, but then cursed as the dragon pulled out of range.
Ruwayd flew up near Shayla, then climbed past to protect her from the dragon's fierce dive. Shayla, however, continued to chase the dragon as it flew and then pulled up, shrieking out the words to another spell.
With his heart hammering in his ears, Khalid couldn't hear what she was saying. Running through her repertoire of manifestations in his mind, he couldn't think of any with a range sufficient to hurt the beast now, but Shayla surprised him with her raw power, once again. The final word left her lips and she pointed at the dragon, engulfing it in a ball of flame as the air, superheated by her magic, caught fire. Too wounded to even cry out, the dragon ceased climbing and banked hard, diving at the ground. Shayla, her red hair streaming behind her, pursued and once again, the dragon flew directly into a huge orb of flame to emerge on the other side, charred black, pummetting towards the trees below. Even high up on the side of the mountain, Khalid could hear branches breaking and saw the tops of several large trees disappear, as the dragon crashed to the earth.
With a triumphant grin, Shayla landed on the cliff beside them, followed by Ruwayd. Eyes flashing, she was about to hug Khalid when she caught a with of his pungent, smoking clothing and grabbed Gorak instead. Looking over his shoulder, her smile grew even wider. “Hey, what are those?”
Gorak put her down, and turned around. “Oh, right,” he grunted. “Those. Eggs.”
“No, not those,” Shayla said, “those things sparkling in the snow up there. Are those diamonds?” She walked around the room cautiously, ignoring the eggs.
Stepping into the darkness with Ruwayd, Khalid was hit with the full enormity of what they had done, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. In a small pile in the center of the cavern were four eggs, each about the size of a head of cabbage. Three of them were dark, greenish blue, but the one on top had a dull metallic, almost golden sheen to it. Tears filled his eyes as he considered the fate they had bestowed on the unborn dragons. Looking up, he saw the normally stoic Ruwayd looking despondent. “What have we done,” Khalid half-whispered to himself.
“What's that?” Gorak grumbled. “Hey, forget about those things. I think Shayla was right, I think these things are diamonds.”
“Gorak,” Shayla scolded from up on a ledge in the broad cavern. “Bite your tongue. Gather up those eggs and be careful with them.”
“Ah, yes, quite,” Khalid agreed. “That's exactly what I was thinking.”
“Sure, we can have omlettes tomorrow,” she suggested, poking her head out over the edge.
Khalid stopped and glared up at Shayla. “Absolutely not.”
“Wonder what they taste like,” Gorak mused.
“We are not eating these things. Yes, quite.” Khalid repeated indignantly. Ruwayd nodded his head in agreement.
“What? Why not?” Gorak grunted in surprise.
“Ah, yes, perhaps because dragons are almost, yes, almost extinct as far as I know.” Khalid retorted, his voice rising.
“I fail ta see what part of that ain't a good thing fer us,” Gorak growled.
“The loss of these eggs is tragic, yes, tragic,” Khalid insisted.
“Fine,” Gorak grunted, relenting. “Whatever. I'ma gonna go check out where that thing landed. Make sure it ain't still thrashing around out there.” He stepped off the edge of the cliff and vanished from sight.
“Wait, does this mean omelettes are off the menu?” Shayla asked, before retreating under Khalid's furious gaze.
Gorak returned a few hours later, carrying something in his talons. As he shimmered back into his own form, Khalid realized with disgust that it was the dragon's heart. Shayla looked up from where she was stacking gemstones into neat little piles on the floor. “Eeew,” she cringed as she looked at the bluish white lump in his hand.
“You gotta try this,” he grunted.
“What?” Shayla asked incredulously, her eyes wide. “Are you serious?” She looked at him closely. “You are serious, aren't you?”
“The only word I can use to describe it,” Gorak rumbled, “is exhilarating. I ain't fooling around.”
“Ah, Gorak, how did you know it wasn't poison, yes, quite?” Khalid asked as the blood drained from his face. “That thing breathed toxic, yes, toxic gas on me.”
“Well it ain't, is it?” he grunted in reply. “And I don't care if you do or you don't, but I'm telling you, it ain't like nothing you've ever had before. And you ain't never gonna get another chance.”
Her disgust turning to curiosity, Shayla stood up and approached him, as he held out her hand. Leaning forward, she sniffed at the heart, then closed her eyes and took a small bite. Rocking back on her heels, she opened her eyes in surprise. “I see what you mean,” she said. “Khalid, you've got to try that.”
Gingerly approaching Gorak, Khalid felt himself succumb to the old pressures, and give in. Khalid, like Shayla, closed his eyes as he took a small bite. It melted almost instantly in his mouth, like packed snow, sending a shivering surge through his body. His heart began to hammer in his chest and for a brief instant, Khalid had never felt more alive. As the tingling faded, he looked down at the eggs with some guilt, even as a feeling of power still coursed through his veins.
Ruwayd joined them in the primitive ritual, before Gorak cast the heart far out into the valley. As they sat around a shielded fire, in the relative safety of the dragon's lair they discussed their next move.
“I wanna go skin that dragon,” Gorak growled immediately. “We should camp down there for a few days, then move into the tunnel under the mountains.”
“Ah, camp down there?” Khalid asked hesitantly. “I agree that we could use a break, but up here would be much, yes, much safer. There is nothing foolish enough, save us, yes, us, who would brave a dragon's lair.”
“Well, one way or another, I'ma gonna skin that dragon. You have any idea how valuable that stuff is?” Gorak growled.
“Who knows what else lives down there? Yes, quite.” Khalid argued. Seeing Gorak shift slightly and look away he pressed. “Ah, yes, Gorak, is there something else down there?”
“Maybe,” he grunted. “I thought maybe I saw something, moving around in the trees while I was near the dragon. But I'm not sure. Maybe it was just my nerves, you know, all jacked up after a fight.”
“Well, I'm not going down there. Yes, quite.” Ruwayd nodded as Khalid spoke.
“Shayla'll come then, right?” Gorak growled, looking hopefully at Shayla. “Keep a lookout while I work.”
“Uh, sure, I guess,” she replied, glancing at Khalid.
“And how, yes, how is she going to get down there?” Khalid asked smugly.
“You can cast that spell on her,” Gorak growled, his temper quickly rising.
“Ah, certainly. But how, yes, how will she return. You cannot carry her, and the magic lasts mere minutes.”
With Gorak getting madder by the second, Shayla intervened. “Khalid can cast that spell on me, and I can at least check on you every so often. And maybe Ruwayd too?” she asked, with a coy look on her face.
“Perhaps, but the forest below is a dark and dangerous place, you really should remain here.” he advised. “While I would relish a few more days beneath the open sky before plunging under the earth, you will forgive me if I'm not eager to hurl myself into any more peril than is warranted.”
“Sure, whatever,” Gorak growled, still glaring at Khalid. “Shouldn't take me more than a few days to take care of it. And there's probably nothing in that forest anyhow.”
Shielded from the cold by Gorak's magic, Khalid, Ruwayd and Gorak decided to sleep in the open air within the cave and forgo the confines of pocket dimension. Delighted with the privacy, Shayla made Khalid cast the spell regardless, and vanished inside.
When Khalid awoke the next morning, Gorak was already gone. He passed most of the day chatting with Ruwayd, and exploring the cave. At the back, they found a passage that was navigable, as far as they dared to venture within.
Ruwayd seemed unsurprised by their discovery. “I suspected this might be here. The tunnel we seek branches below, with one path climbing high into the heart of the mountain. I believe this is where it exits. Having never fully explored it however, and with the dragon here, I didn't think it worth mentioning.”
Somewhat less secure than before, Khalid shook aside his doubts, comforted in the knowledge that few things would dare enter a dragon's den. He returned to the main cave with Ruwayd, and their discussion turned to the eggs. Shayla checked on Gorak throughout the day, but reported no signs of trouble. In the evening, Gorak returned and joined them by the fire. “I got another day, two at the most, and then we can get outta here. I'll clean up the scales as best I can, wrap em up and stuff in the magic sack. We might have to move some stuff around. And there are definitely things down there in the valley. I caught a coupla glances of em, watching me from the trees.”
“What were they?” Shayla asked quickly.
“Dunno. Never got a real good look at 'em. Humanoid, swaddled up in robes, which suggests they're more than just animals. I may try tracking one of 'em down tomorrow. Who knows, maybe they'll be able to show us a safer way through the mountains.”
“Ah, yes, and maybe they'll show you why they live in the valley with the dragon, yes, quite. Maybe they worship the thing. Have you considered, yes, considered that?” Khalid asked.
“Well we sure won't know until we at least try to talk to them,” Gorak growled. “And besides, another two days, and we're out of here.”
“Ah, yes, of course,” Khalid muttered. “That will, of course, kill the eggs.”
“Yeah, well, no help for that really.” Gorak growled. “I still say you take one of 'em wit you. You could write a book or something, about it.”
“Ah, yes, a book you say.” Khalid half-whispered as his eyes widened. “I'd famous, yes, famous. Who else has done such a thing, in recent history?”
“That's the spirit,” Gorak grunted.
“Yes, quite,” Khalid muttered. “But it will only be truly great, if the dragons survive. I must keep these eggs alive at all, yes, all costs.”
“Right,” Gorak grunted, giving Khalid a long, careful look before going over to talk to Shayla. Khalid pulled out his spellbook and began to make notes, estimating the weight and dimensions as best he could. He even went so far as to try and sketch them, before realizing that was probably a better use for his spellbook then filling it with black ovals.
In the morning, Gorak sealed the opening at the rear of the cavern. After muttering a few words, he knelt down on the stone floor, raised his hands above his head and plunged them down, straight into the stone. At his touch, the floor became as malleable as clay, and he quickly covered the passage with a thick layer of rock. That finished, Gorak descended down into the valley without speaking to Khalid.
Despite how foolish he thought Gorak was being, Khalid wasn't sorry to see him gone for a while. Now that he, and his foul temper, were out of the way, Khalid could study and tend to the eggs in peace, with Ruwayd's help. Shayla mostly ignored the two of them, having little interest, beside culinary, in the eggs. It was becoming apparent to Khalid that the time was beginning to wear upon her. She'd grown bored of sorting and counting the piles of gems that littered the floor of the cavern, and sat in sullen silence until she felt it was time to badger him into granting her flight and setting her free from the cave.
Her mood changed abruptly when Gorak returned that evening, a deeper scowl than usual twisting his face. He threw down a pile of dragon scales and picked up the enchanted rucksack, slowly conjuring out all of its contents, one at a time. He carefully pushed the edge of the scales into the magical bag, which expanded to accommodate it.
“Ah, yes, so I take it you're done down there?” Khalid asked.
“I think it's about time we got ourselves outta here,” Gorak growled.
“Right now?” Shayla asked, sitting up from the stalagmite she'd been reclining on. “It's a bit late to get started now, don't ya think?” She looked over his shoulder pointedly, at the rapidly darkening sky.
“We're heading inta a cave. What difference does that make?” He grunted, slowly stuffing their belongings back into the haversack.
“Ah, yes, well, still.” Khalid protested. “It's late, and I've been up all day. It will take time, yes, time to pack up my belongings. Why not depart in the morning, yes, quite.”
Frustrated, Gorak finally blurted out, “Alright, look. I finally got a hold of one of those little buggers down in the valley. One of 'em even spoke a little bit of orc. I guess they do some trading with some of the mountain tribes around these parts.” Seeing Shayla's mounting impatience, he returned to his point. “Look, those little buggers are terrified of something that lives in this valley, or at least passes through it on a regular basis.”
“Ah, the dragon?” Khalid asked, sensing where Gorak was leading.
“No,” he growled. “Not the damn dragon. They could see me hacking that thing up. There's something else that's got them trembling in their little grey robes.”
“What then?” Shayla asked.
“I dunno,” Gorak snarled. “They were evasive little bastards, and they had me at about a twenty to one disadvantage at the time, so I didn't have a chance to ask proper.” He took a deep breath and gave Shayla direct look, “Anyhow, I think it's damn well time we got out of this cave.”
Shayla glanced at Khalid and he guessed she was looking for his support to get out of a midnight march. Not particularly relishing the idea himself, he spoke up. “Ah, even so, we've seen no evidence, yes, evidence of any beasts around, have we?” He looked at Gorak.
“Well I haven't exactly been looking,” he grunted sourly.
“Still, it stands to reason that whatever they are referring to, it cannot fly. Yes, quite. I would think that few things would compete with the dragon in the air, and that it would not stand for rivals. We should be safe, yes, safe enough up here.”
Khalid could see the anger building in Gorak as he explained his reasoning. His hands curled into fists, and his scowl darkened as he sought to refute Khalid's logic. Then he glanced at Shayla, and seeing no support, exhaled slowly and mastered his emotions. Fine.” Gorak barked. “But we're leaving first thing in the morning.” He stomped off in silenced and stood alone, staring out over the valley.
Khalid grimaced slightly as the mood around the camp receded from overtly hostile and became sullenly unpleasant. Having little stomach for further conversation, he turned in early but found sleep to be a long time coming. Thoughts of his research and incomplete book weighed heavily on his mind, as did the fate of the eggs. Certainly the creatures were dangerous, but beautiful and majestic, in their own way. Finally, late into the night, he reached a decision. Resolved, he fell asleep easily, a contented smile on his face.
He awoke the next morning, feeling refreshed and at ease for the first time in weeks, despite having only slept a few hours. Gorak and Shayla were already up, sitting on the cave floor packing up the last of their things. Knowing in his heart that he was doing the right thing, he still approached approached them with some apprehension.
“Get yer stuff together and lets get the hell outta here,” Gorak growled, without looking up.
“Ah, yes, about that,” Khalid replied. “I'm not going.”
“What did you just say?” Gorak asked in a perfectly even tone, without raising his head. He stopped packing, a pewter mug clenched tightly in his hand.
“Ah, yes, well, I cannot in good conscience abandon these creatures. There is far too much at stake. Yes, quite.”
“Just how long are you planning on staying here?” Shayla asked, with a surreptitious glance at Gorak.
“Ah, well, just until the eggs hatch, I suppose, and the dragons become self-sufficient. No more than a few months, I hope.” Khalid replied.
“But you have no idea, do you?” Gorak accused him angrily, barely able to spit the words out. “Maybe those things take years to hatch, have you thought about that? And what are you gonna do about food?”
“Ah, yes, food. Well I had hoped to persuade you to remain and help, yes, help me. You would, of course, feature quite prominently, yes, prominently in my book.”
“Not a chance,” Gorak barked.
“Yes, well then,” Khalid continued, undetered, “I believe Ruwayd will remain and, while he does not have your, ah, skills, we will manage. Yes, quite.”
Ruwayd, looking somewhat dubious, nodded his head in agreement. “It is the right thing to do.” Gorak glared at them both in silent fury and the handle of the mug he was holding bent underneath his thumb.
“What about Arbaq?” Shayla asked. “He's counting on us to return.”
“Arbaq has no doubt been plotting and scheming, yes, scheming over his little plan for years. A few more months should not inconvenience him too much, given the rather uncertain nature of our endeavour. In fact the more, yes, more I consider our recent escapades in Gem-Sharad, the more I think a few months hiding deep in the mountains might be the wisest course of action for me.”
“That's it.” Gorak stood up, as the pewter mug crumpled like paper in his hand. He poked Khalid hard in the chest and growled, “Those damn eggs are messing with yer head somehow. Just listen to yerself.”
“Ah, the very idea that those helpless eggs could ensnare someone of my intellect is preposterous. And besides, Ruwayd is in agreement with me on this. Yes, quite.”
“And yet, here you are, ready to abandon yer friends and stay behind, on the top of this forsaken mountain, without any food for the lost gods only know how long.”
“As I see it, we're the ones being abandoned.” Khalid rejoined.
“Whatever. We're leaving and there ain't nothing you can say that's gonna change my mind.” Gorak snarled belligerently.
“Shayla?” Khalid implored.
Biting on her lower lip, Shayla looked torn as she glanced from Khalid to Gorak. Finally, she shook her head slightly and took a step back, to stand beside Gorak.
“Well then,” Gorak growled. “I guess this is good bye.” The crushed mug clattered to the cave floor as Gorak lunged forward at Khalid.
Gorak, to his credit, barely betrayed himself, but Khalid had fought beside him through unrivaled peril and had come to know him like a brother. More importantly, while Gorak may have been a peerless hunter, Khalid had spent most of his formative years learning to recognize when he was about to take a beating. Skipping backwards, he ducked under Gorak's reaching hands and fled across the cave, fumbling for his spell components. Chanting hastily, he caused a sunburst of golden dust to implode directly in of Gorak's face.
Gorak roared and clapped his hands over his eyes. “Shayla, smash the eggs!” he yelled as he staggered blindly after Khalid.
Shayla turned and raised her hands, but Ruwayd quickly stepped in front of her. “Please, my lady, do not do this thing,” he begged. They eyed each other warily, neither willing to make the first move. Ruwayd spread his hands wide to prevent her from rushing by, but left his scimitar tucked in his belt. Shayla glared at him in frustration as she kept her distance, having the means to reduce him to a sooty smudge on the cave floor, but no way to force the Janni aside.
“Damnit Shayla,” Gorak cursed as he flailed around, “Do something.”
“Ruwayd, subdue her without hurting her, before she damages them!” Khalid countered as he put more distance between himself and Gorak, moving back against the far wall of the cavern.
“I'm sorry, my friend,” Ruwayd said with an apologetic smile as he reached for Shayla.
“Not half as sorry as you're gonna be,” Shayla muttered as she slipped easily away from his grasp. Casting a spell, she flicked out her hand and sent three shining orbs of force at Ruwayd. He staggered backwards as they impacted, causing huge red welts appear almost instantly on his bare chest.
Stung by the punishing wounds and coursing with adrenaline, the janni whipped out his sword and slashed at Shayla, scoring a huge bloody gash on her arm as he sought to prevent her from casting again.
Stunned by the sudden violence and foreseeing the situation spinning rapidly out of control, Khalid acted. Pulling far back against the wall, he muttered a few arcane words and tore open the fabric of space. A ghastly tear appeared near the front of the cave, a billowing clouds of rust coloured vapors filled the cave, dispersing a dozen feet in front of Khalid. Ruwayd and Shayla collapsed to the ground, coughing and retching in the foul coloured smoke. Gorak, still blinded and deathly ill from the noxious vapour continued to stagger forward, then took a few halting steps to the side before stopping to gag.
In horror, Khalid realized what he was trying to do, as Gorak took another blind step towards the centre of the cave and nearer to the eggs. Khalid was about to step forward and plunge into the mist when a tendril of smoke reached his nose and caused him to recoil back in disgust.
Gorak, now heaving violently, took two more shudder steps to his left and heard an egg crunch under foot. With a weak gasp, he dropped to his knees and then crashed down on the remaining three, crushing them beneath his vast bulk.
Khalid blinked.
Gorak, Shayla and Ruwayd continued to roll around on the ground, coughing and gasping in the hideous mist, unless the portal closed and the mountain wind swept the tunnel clear. Rising weakly, Shayla stood up and moved over to Gorak, her red red stark against her deathly pale face. Gorak stood up, dripping with albumen and yolk, glaring furiously at Khalid. Ruwayd looking confused, glanced first at his hands, then at the bloody scimitar. He looked as though he wanted to apologize to Shayla, but her blazing eyes kept him silent.
Khalid looked around sheepishly, and toyed with the idea of feigning amnesia, but discarded that idea when he realized Ruwayd might not play along. Summoning up every ounce of his long endured humility and eloquence, he said, “Ah, I don't suppose, I could say sorry...”
“Don't you dare say a word to me. Either of you.” Shayla hissed through clenched teeth, as Gorak channelled his restorative powers on her arm.
“Get your stuff together,” Gorak growled as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. “We're getting out of here. Right now. No arguments, no discussions.”
Khalid grabbed his spellbook and began to frantically prepare what spells he could, as Gorak and Shayla talked quietly. Finally, Gorak muttered, “Yeh, it might have stashed some more stuff down that tunnel. It's worth at least checking out. If the Janni's right, we won't have ta fly down into the valley.” He slung Sousee's basket over his shoulder, and kicked Khalid's feet as he walked past. “Let's go. We're gonna hit up that back tunnel, see what's back there.”
Khalid hastily cast a few spells, as he stood up to follow. Gorak reached the stone door he had fashioned, and put his hands on the crude stone bar holding it shut. “Get ready,” he growled as he pressed his ear up against the stone door. Hearing nothing, he removed the bar, then jumped aside as the door fell back towards him, shattering into pieces on the cave floor. Still holding the improvised club, Gorak turned and sprinted away from the door, as a huge wolf burst into the cave.
Khalid shook his head in disbelief, as the beast appeared. It was easily three times the size of the goblin worgs, but unlike those mangy beasts, it had brilliant white fur, the color of fresh snow. Malevolent blues eyes peered out from under a ruff of grey fur, like frost, that framed the wolf's head. Even insulated from the elements by magic, Khalid could feel the temperature in the cave plummet, as tendrils of frost thickened and crept across the walls. With terrifying intelligence, the wolf regarded each of them in turn, before stopping on Gorak. Still covered in bits of shattered shell and egg, the wolf's lip curled back to reveal ivory white fangs, as its cold sapphire eyes burrowed into Gorak. Throwing its head back, the wolf let out an bone-chilling howl that reverberating through the cavern. Just when Khalid thought it couldn't get any worse, the wolf ceased its wail, and the fur along its back began to rise, as it roared out in strangely accented common, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”