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Aundair
250 miles NE of Fairhaven
A cold, hard rain poured down from the storm clouds that had rolled in from the Eldeen Bay, bringing the promise of an early winter with them. The passengers of the lightning rail bound for Thaliost were warm and dry inside the various passenger and dining carts, paying little heed to the weather outside. All of them, that is, save for one...
Massive hands of stone and steel gripped the edge of the lightning rail, finding solid purchase along the smooth, wet surface. As the rainfall increased, quickening the stacatto rhythm it drummed across the roof, powerful muscles of tightly corded wood and leather animated by arcane might vaulted their owner from the side of the cart. Landing as nimbly as a carnival acrobat despite his size, Autumn stared ahead at his quarry: the servant who had attacked Niv during dinner. The boy was not alone. Difficult to hear over the noise of the storm and the speed of the lightning rail, he was deep in an animated conversation with a fully armored soldier of the Order of the Emerald Claw. Looking around, Autumn noticed that he had climbed up directly into the middle of a squad of Emerald Claw soldiers.
A guttural laugh rolled out from deep within the beard covered by the soldier's half-faceplate helm as he pushed the boy aside. "You're a persistent one, clank, I'll give you that! But to no avail. Your persistence has only succeded in hastening your doom."
Autumn replied in a low, sonorous voice somewhere between the creaking limbs of an oak tree swaying in the breeze, and the wind rustling through the leaves of a deep forest. "'Clank?'. How sad. I've heard more imaginative insults from urchins in the street. Did you come up with that one yourself, or did your lackeys here have to help you? Tell me where I can find Morathus, and I'll let you go without too severe of a beating. The boy, on the other hand, will pay for attacking my companion."
"Aye, he should pay dearly. He was supposed to kill the stupid witch, but he couldn't even manage a task as simple as that. Our mistress demands better." With those words, he slipped a dagger between the ribs of the unexpecting boy, twisting his wrist as he pulled the dagger out, and re-sheathed it in one fluid motion.
"Open your eyes, fool! Morathus has abandoned you. You are here alone and outnumbered! Surrounded by elite soldiers of the Order of the Emerald Claw! No mere warforged can compare to the likes of us!"
"You're right, there is no comparison - for instance, I can count past three. Now, I was going to allow you to call for reinforcements to give you a fighting chance, but if you refuse to cooperate, we can begin any time you'd like."
"Insolent dog! I'll have your head for that! Tear it to pieces!"
The soldiers began to move in slowly, shields raised and flails starting to spin. Autumn drew the quarterstaff from the sling on his backpack, quietly whispering a prayer to the spirits of the clouds above and the plains hurtling by. The wood of the staff thrummed and pulsed with power as it settled into his grip. One hand at the base, the other towards the middle, he held the staff forward in a guard position as he crouched low, waiting for the attack. They were taking their time, certain of their eventual victory. Two soldiers in front of him moved forward. Autumn knew from years of bitter experience that this was a feint to draw him out, as the two behind him moved in for the actual strike.
Faster than the eye could follow, Autumn spun around to his left, catching one of the soldiers creeping up on him across the face, denting his helm and sending him sprawling across the roof of the cart. Quick as a whip, his staff swung upwards, crashing down on the helm of the soldier next to him a moment later, dropping him immediately. Before anyone could react he charged to the side, barreling into another soldier, knocking him off of the lightning rail. The screams of the hapless soldier trailed off in the distance as Autumn leapt back to his original position. A flash from the lightning arcing from a conductor stone illuminated the looks of shock and surprise on the faces of the two soldiers in front of him.
True to form, however, the soldiers regained their composure and pressed forward to attack as their comrades closed in tighter. Shield bashes and flail strikes were buffeted back easily, knocked aside by stinging rebukes from Autumn's quaterstaff. A sweep of his staff knocked one foe off of his feet. Autumn brought his foot down over the soldiers helm to finish him off. His comrade joined him a few minutes later, brought low by an onslaught of staff strikes and punches. A few more whispered words of power, and the hafts of the flails the two remaining solders held bent and twisted, rendering them useless. Seeing the fate in store for them, one soldier leapt from the side of the lightning rail while the other ran towards the front of the vehicle, leaving their captain to face the warforged alone.
"Worthless cowards! I'll finish you myself!"
The captain rushed forward, his flail a blur of motion above him. Autumn knocked his shield aside with a swift kick, but not before the captain landed a telling blow across his face. Sparks flew as steel scraped against steel, the spikes of the flail gouging out deep grooves. While Autumn reeled from the pain, the captain pressed his advantage, keeping the warforged off balance, and moving him closer and closer to the edge of the cart.
"You should have known better than to cross the Emerald Claw! I've played games with you long enough, It's time to finish this!"
As the flail swung down towards his head, Autumn brought his staff around, tangling the chain around it, then pulling it across his body, pinning the weapon.
"Where is Morathus?! Where is he hiding?! I saw him board this rail!"
The captain laughed madly. "Fool! Morathus was never on this rail! We sent him on the caravan to Flamekeep - you took the bait, just as he said you would! You're miles and miles off track, you'll never reach him in time! He will deliver the weapon to our masters, and Karrnath shall be triumphant once more!" He spun around, twisting his arm, sending both flail and quarterstaff sailing off into the night. A quick strike forward with his shield caused Autumn to lose his footing on the slick roof, sending them both to the ground. The captain pulled his bloody dagger from his waist, pressing it down towards Autumn's throat as the warforged struggled against him. The captain's leverage and surprising strength pressed the dagger forward, slowly and inexorably.
"I will find him! There is nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me! Do you hear me! Nothing!", Autumn roared as he pushed back against the foe on top of him. Even so, he was already beginning to lose the grapple, the dagger hovering menacingly overhead. A beastial growl rumbled forth from deep within him as his head snaked forward, clamping his massive, serrated jaws down around the hand holding the dagger. The Karrn screamed in terror, writhing in pain as Autumn's jaws dug deeper and deeper into his flesh. He pulled himself back, clutching at the bleeding stump where his hand was moments ago. The warforged's jaws had sliced and crushed through the bones at his wrist like a bear trap.
"You won't have my head this day, Karrn. Even if I had time to put you out of your misery, you aren't worthy of it. Don't worry, though. I'll find Morathus soon, and then you'll have some company in Dollurh, although you may not recognize him after I'm through with him."
"Autumn!!"
The warforged's head snapped up at the sound of Niv's voice. He ran to the head of the cart and leapt down, crashing through the rear door of the next cart. He brushed himself off, nodded curtly to the astonished passengers, and ran full bore to the head of the train.
"Autumn, I need you here now!!"
"Niv, are you alright?!"
Autumn smashed the door to the lead cart off of its hinges, leaping through and quickly taking in the scene. The Emerald Claw soldier who had fled from battle was sprawled on the ground in a pool of blood. Standing above him was a young half-elven lady wiping the blood from a dagger into the folds of her resplendent gown.
"Niv, are you ok? What happened?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I guess you don't need to bother calling me Lady ir'Tain any mo- Sovereigns, Autumn, you're covered in blood - what happened to your face? Are you hurt?"
"Don't worry, the blood isn't mine."
"Oh, very clever. How long have you been waiting to use that line?"
"A few weeks. If you're fine, what's with all the shouting?"
"Well, I heard footsteps running across the roof, so I waited for a while, and then followed them up here. When I arrived, I found this guy mucking about with the controls. Somehow he fell onto my dagger about six or seven times."
"And backwards, from the looks of it."
"Yes, it was a terrible accident. The Emerald Claw should really start recruiting less clumsy stooges. We can suggest that to them some other time, though. Somehow, he was able to break the wards binding the elemental into place. In its new found freedom, it seems to be racing along, heedless to the needs of its passengers. We keep picking up speed, and there's no way to stop or slow down. We're only a few miles from the pass through the Starpeak Mountains. If we don't fix this thing by then, we're all going to die!"
*To be continued...*
Aundair
250 miles NE of Fairhaven
A cold, hard rain poured down from the storm clouds that had rolled in from the Eldeen Bay, bringing the promise of an early winter with them. The passengers of the lightning rail bound for Thaliost were warm and dry inside the various passenger and dining carts, paying little heed to the weather outside. All of them, that is, save for one...
Massive hands of stone and steel gripped the edge of the lightning rail, finding solid purchase along the smooth, wet surface. As the rainfall increased, quickening the stacatto rhythm it drummed across the roof, powerful muscles of tightly corded wood and leather animated by arcane might vaulted their owner from the side of the cart. Landing as nimbly as a carnival acrobat despite his size, Autumn stared ahead at his quarry: the servant who had attacked Niv during dinner. The boy was not alone. Difficult to hear over the noise of the storm and the speed of the lightning rail, he was deep in an animated conversation with a fully armored soldier of the Order of the Emerald Claw. Looking around, Autumn noticed that he had climbed up directly into the middle of a squad of Emerald Claw soldiers.
A guttural laugh rolled out from deep within the beard covered by the soldier's half-faceplate helm as he pushed the boy aside. "You're a persistent one, clank, I'll give you that! But to no avail. Your persistence has only succeded in hastening your doom."
Autumn replied in a low, sonorous voice somewhere between the creaking limbs of an oak tree swaying in the breeze, and the wind rustling through the leaves of a deep forest. "'Clank?'. How sad. I've heard more imaginative insults from urchins in the street. Did you come up with that one yourself, or did your lackeys here have to help you? Tell me where I can find Morathus, and I'll let you go without too severe of a beating. The boy, on the other hand, will pay for attacking my companion."
"Aye, he should pay dearly. He was supposed to kill the stupid witch, but he couldn't even manage a task as simple as that. Our mistress demands better." With those words, he slipped a dagger between the ribs of the unexpecting boy, twisting his wrist as he pulled the dagger out, and re-sheathed it in one fluid motion.
"Open your eyes, fool! Morathus has abandoned you. You are here alone and outnumbered! Surrounded by elite soldiers of the Order of the Emerald Claw! No mere warforged can compare to the likes of us!"
"You're right, there is no comparison - for instance, I can count past three. Now, I was going to allow you to call for reinforcements to give you a fighting chance, but if you refuse to cooperate, we can begin any time you'd like."
"Insolent dog! I'll have your head for that! Tear it to pieces!"
The soldiers began to move in slowly, shields raised and flails starting to spin. Autumn drew the quarterstaff from the sling on his backpack, quietly whispering a prayer to the spirits of the clouds above and the plains hurtling by. The wood of the staff thrummed and pulsed with power as it settled into his grip. One hand at the base, the other towards the middle, he held the staff forward in a guard position as he crouched low, waiting for the attack. They were taking their time, certain of their eventual victory. Two soldiers in front of him moved forward. Autumn knew from years of bitter experience that this was a feint to draw him out, as the two behind him moved in for the actual strike.
Faster than the eye could follow, Autumn spun around to his left, catching one of the soldiers creeping up on him across the face, denting his helm and sending him sprawling across the roof of the cart. Quick as a whip, his staff swung upwards, crashing down on the helm of the soldier next to him a moment later, dropping him immediately. Before anyone could react he charged to the side, barreling into another soldier, knocking him off of the lightning rail. The screams of the hapless soldier trailed off in the distance as Autumn leapt back to his original position. A flash from the lightning arcing from a conductor stone illuminated the looks of shock and surprise on the faces of the two soldiers in front of him.
True to form, however, the soldiers regained their composure and pressed forward to attack as their comrades closed in tighter. Shield bashes and flail strikes were buffeted back easily, knocked aside by stinging rebukes from Autumn's quaterstaff. A sweep of his staff knocked one foe off of his feet. Autumn brought his foot down over the soldiers helm to finish him off. His comrade joined him a few minutes later, brought low by an onslaught of staff strikes and punches. A few more whispered words of power, and the hafts of the flails the two remaining solders held bent and twisted, rendering them useless. Seeing the fate in store for them, one soldier leapt from the side of the lightning rail while the other ran towards the front of the vehicle, leaving their captain to face the warforged alone.
"Worthless cowards! I'll finish you myself!"
The captain rushed forward, his flail a blur of motion above him. Autumn knocked his shield aside with a swift kick, but not before the captain landed a telling blow across his face. Sparks flew as steel scraped against steel, the spikes of the flail gouging out deep grooves. While Autumn reeled from the pain, the captain pressed his advantage, keeping the warforged off balance, and moving him closer and closer to the edge of the cart.
"You should have known better than to cross the Emerald Claw! I've played games with you long enough, It's time to finish this!"
As the flail swung down towards his head, Autumn brought his staff around, tangling the chain around it, then pulling it across his body, pinning the weapon.
"Where is Morathus?! Where is he hiding?! I saw him board this rail!"
The captain laughed madly. "Fool! Morathus was never on this rail! We sent him on the caravan to Flamekeep - you took the bait, just as he said you would! You're miles and miles off track, you'll never reach him in time! He will deliver the weapon to our masters, and Karrnath shall be triumphant once more!" He spun around, twisting his arm, sending both flail and quarterstaff sailing off into the night. A quick strike forward with his shield caused Autumn to lose his footing on the slick roof, sending them both to the ground. The captain pulled his bloody dagger from his waist, pressing it down towards Autumn's throat as the warforged struggled against him. The captain's leverage and surprising strength pressed the dagger forward, slowly and inexorably.
"I will find him! There is nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me! Do you hear me! Nothing!", Autumn roared as he pushed back against the foe on top of him. Even so, he was already beginning to lose the grapple, the dagger hovering menacingly overhead. A beastial growl rumbled forth from deep within him as his head snaked forward, clamping his massive, serrated jaws down around the hand holding the dagger. The Karrn screamed in terror, writhing in pain as Autumn's jaws dug deeper and deeper into his flesh. He pulled himself back, clutching at the bleeding stump where his hand was moments ago. The warforged's jaws had sliced and crushed through the bones at his wrist like a bear trap.
"You won't have my head this day, Karrn. Even if I had time to put you out of your misery, you aren't worthy of it. Don't worry, though. I'll find Morathus soon, and then you'll have some company in Dollurh, although you may not recognize him after I'm through with him."
"Autumn!!"
The warforged's head snapped up at the sound of Niv's voice. He ran to the head of the cart and leapt down, crashing through the rear door of the next cart. He brushed himself off, nodded curtly to the astonished passengers, and ran full bore to the head of the train.
"Autumn, I need you here now!!"
"Niv, are you alright?!"
Autumn smashed the door to the lead cart off of its hinges, leaping through and quickly taking in the scene. The Emerald Claw soldier who had fled from battle was sprawled on the ground in a pool of blood. Standing above him was a young half-elven lady wiping the blood from a dagger into the folds of her resplendent gown.
"Niv, are you ok? What happened?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I guess you don't need to bother calling me Lady ir'Tain any mo- Sovereigns, Autumn, you're covered in blood - what happened to your face? Are you hurt?"
"Don't worry, the blood isn't mine."
"Oh, very clever. How long have you been waiting to use that line?"
"A few weeks. If you're fine, what's with all the shouting?"
"Well, I heard footsteps running across the roof, so I waited for a while, and then followed them up here. When I arrived, I found this guy mucking about with the controls. Somehow he fell onto my dagger about six or seven times."
"And backwards, from the looks of it."
"Yes, it was a terrible accident. The Emerald Claw should really start recruiting less clumsy stooges. We can suggest that to them some other time, though. Somehow, he was able to break the wards binding the elemental into place. In its new found freedom, it seems to be racing along, heedless to the needs of its passengers. We keep picking up speed, and there's no way to stop or slow down. We're only a few miles from the pass through the Starpeak Mountains. If we don't fix this thing by then, we're all going to die!"
*To be continued...*
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