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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 4882371" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>Joined by Tok’hen, a mail-clad human military commander who came with the was recognised by Torrent, the group continued on their way to the temple of the Knights of the Aquiline Cross. Torrent promised that underneath the temple was a resistance safe house.</p><p></p><p>It was now late at night, and the streets were mostly empty, though lit by the glow of many burning buildings. Overhead came the screech of battling griffon riders defending the city from the Ragesian wyvern riders. Suddenly, amidst a screaming of mounts and startled riders, a griffon crashed headlong into the wing of a sinuous wyvern, which plummeted from the sky and crashed into a building a short distance ahead. </p><p></p><p>Hearing a woman’s scream from the ruined building, the companions rushed forwards. Tyr made short work of the lock, whilst peering through the window Tarn saw a badly wounded axe-wielding plate-clad Ragesian soldier reach down and pick up a young infant in his other arm.</p><p></p><p>“You’re in the centre of a city, cut off. Put the child down and we can talk this through,” called out the blond paladin, but hearing this Wingwrath took three steps and put his muscular shoulder to the door, which flew open. </p><p></p><p>As the companions poured in through the door, the Ragesian raised his axe snarling “the child will die now”. Thinking quickly, Wingwrath cast again and again, and a thick layer of frost rimed the black-clad warrior. Tyr leapt in behind the warrior and slid his dagger into a seam in his armour, and Torrent’s blast of tidal force smashed a huge chunk off the side of the wyvern’s crushed skull. </p><p></p><p>Tok’hen leapt into the room and tried to wrestle the child out of the Ragesian’s arms. He managed to tear the child partly away from the hulking warrior, but then the enemy reacted and tightened his grip. Within an instant the two were both hauling on the arms of a screaming and terrified infant. Somehow, the child managed to pull its way free of both men, and they both watched as it fell with a crack to the ground and landed silent and awkwardly. </p><p></p><p>Tok’hen recovered first, snatching the child up and muttering words of healing before pushing it back to the others. </p><p></p><p>Then the fight was on in truth. Freed from the fear of striking the child, the group unleashed strike after strike at the warrior’s heavy armour. Fire seemed to sink into the armour, and even many of the mightiest blows glanced off it. Grusalock continued to shift in and out of bear-form, one moment slashing with his claws, the next chanting elven words and launching a spray of vines towards the foe.</p><p></p><p>Cornered between the many fighters, the warrior was not cowed. His blood ran freely, but he opened many wounds in his enemies. Soon, though, Tarn was stood close to him, challenging his freedom to strike at the others, and when the Ragesian tried to bring his axe down on Grusalock he stiffened at the sight and sound of a thousand dark birds which only he could see. Having angered the Raven Queen and invited her curse, the flapping wings of vengeful spirit-ravens surrounded him, and to the others he seemed to jerk and twist at a dozen wounds which opened over his whole body from an unseen source. </p><p></p><p>The Ragesian wyvern-rider collapsed.</p><p></p><p>Tarn strode over the corpse of the fallen foe and stooped to calm the screaming child before placing it up on the captured horse with ‘uncle’ Riverii. Meanwhile, behind him the others moved swiftly to capture the few enchanted items which the Ragesian had worn. </p><p></p><p>“Here, Tarn,” called Grusalock. “I think you’ve earned this.” He held out a plate of the powerfully enchanted cold-iron armour. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>At last, the group reached the temple. Whilst part of it had been damaged by a dropped Ragesian stone-bomb, it was still packed with rescued civilians, and the several families who were accompanying the group left them gratefully at this point. Priests were moving carefully between the many people, their magic long spent but their bandages plentiful. </p><p></p><p>The demoralised and scared people looked to the well clad and armoured newcomers, whilst a dark skinned woman played a mournful tune in the background. Tarn and Wingwrath both tried to persuade her to play something more cheerful, but she ignored both of them and their money, continuing her doleful tunes of depression. </p><p></p><p>Torrent led them through an ornate doorway and down into the crypts under the temple. Riverii was rushed down a side passage towards treatment, and the others were led to a small but functional living area, where they were met by a grossly fat acquiline priest named ‘Buron Watcher’, who introduced himself jovially, but explained “now we are reduced to hiding like rats from the Ragesian eagle,” as his face fell. </p><p></p><p>He was told the news of Shialis and the Shahalesti interest in the plans, and the group concluded that they needed to find out more about the ‘Singing Chasm’ – the underground network of caves near the city. </p><p></p><p>The group rested, though taking their times to speak to some of the other resistance fighters. One dwarf spoke of his hopes to flee to a fledgling dwarven nation some distance to the south, though it was little more than a settlement at the present time. </p><p></p><p>Focussing on more immediate concerns, however, Tyr learned of a Ragesian terrorist cell operating within the city from a Warehouse some distance away. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>The following morning, the group rose and re-equipped themselves, and spoke to Riverii over breakfast.</p><p></p><p>“I wish I could tell you what it was that I took,” he explained in his squeaky high-pitched voice which seemed strange coming from such a wart-encrusted and ugly face. “However the Ragesians weave complex enchantments over those people such as I who handled sensitive information. Once beyond the control of the Ragesian empire, we simply cannot speak of what we know; to do so would mean pain and most probably death. Instead, I stole items I believe to be of the utmost importance, and those were to be passed over to the resistance. Unfortunately, as you know, they were stolen by the Shahalesti just last night. It is imperative that the case is recovered as soon as possible. The fate of Gate Pass, perhaps the world, depends upon it!”</p><p></p><p>Discussing Shialis, the Shahalesti agent, the group pooled their knowledge. She was an advanced instructor of the second tier within Gabal’s school of wizardry. Wingwrath’s desire for scurrilous gossip meant that he had heard a rumour she may even have been sleeping with the notoriously difficult and antisocial Gabal himself. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>Stepping back out onto the streets in daylight, the cobbles were slippery with thick ice. Denied any access to Shialis at this stage, though Burron had some “irons in the fire” as he put it, the group instead decided to head to the warehouse to see what could be done about the terrorist cell.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 4882371, member: 5675"] Joined by Tok’hen, a mail-clad human military commander who came with the was recognised by Torrent, the group continued on their way to the temple of the Knights of the Aquiline Cross. Torrent promised that underneath the temple was a resistance safe house. It was now late at night, and the streets were mostly empty, though lit by the glow of many burning buildings. Overhead came the screech of battling griffon riders defending the city from the Ragesian wyvern riders. Suddenly, amidst a screaming of mounts and startled riders, a griffon crashed headlong into the wing of a sinuous wyvern, which plummeted from the sky and crashed into a building a short distance ahead. Hearing a woman’s scream from the ruined building, the companions rushed forwards. Tyr made short work of the lock, whilst peering through the window Tarn saw a badly wounded axe-wielding plate-clad Ragesian soldier reach down and pick up a young infant in his other arm. “You’re in the centre of a city, cut off. Put the child down and we can talk this through,” called out the blond paladin, but hearing this Wingwrath took three steps and put his muscular shoulder to the door, which flew open. As the companions poured in through the door, the Ragesian raised his axe snarling “the child will die now”. Thinking quickly, Wingwrath cast again and again, and a thick layer of frost rimed the black-clad warrior. Tyr leapt in behind the warrior and slid his dagger into a seam in his armour, and Torrent’s blast of tidal force smashed a huge chunk off the side of the wyvern’s crushed skull. Tok’hen leapt into the room and tried to wrestle the child out of the Ragesian’s arms. He managed to tear the child partly away from the hulking warrior, but then the enemy reacted and tightened his grip. Within an instant the two were both hauling on the arms of a screaming and terrified infant. Somehow, the child managed to pull its way free of both men, and they both watched as it fell with a crack to the ground and landed silent and awkwardly. Tok’hen recovered first, snatching the child up and muttering words of healing before pushing it back to the others. Then the fight was on in truth. Freed from the fear of striking the child, the group unleashed strike after strike at the warrior’s heavy armour. Fire seemed to sink into the armour, and even many of the mightiest blows glanced off it. Grusalock continued to shift in and out of bear-form, one moment slashing with his claws, the next chanting elven words and launching a spray of vines towards the foe. Cornered between the many fighters, the warrior was not cowed. His blood ran freely, but he opened many wounds in his enemies. Soon, though, Tarn was stood close to him, challenging his freedom to strike at the others, and when the Ragesian tried to bring his axe down on Grusalock he stiffened at the sight and sound of a thousand dark birds which only he could see. Having angered the Raven Queen and invited her curse, the flapping wings of vengeful spirit-ravens surrounded him, and to the others he seemed to jerk and twist at a dozen wounds which opened over his whole body from an unseen source. The Ragesian wyvern-rider collapsed. Tarn strode over the corpse of the fallen foe and stooped to calm the screaming child before placing it up on the captured horse with ‘uncle’ Riverii. Meanwhile, behind him the others moved swiftly to capture the few enchanted items which the Ragesian had worn. “Here, Tarn,” called Grusalock. “I think you’ve earned this.” He held out a plate of the powerfully enchanted cold-iron armour. .oOo. At last, the group reached the temple. Whilst part of it had been damaged by a dropped Ragesian stone-bomb, it was still packed with rescued civilians, and the several families who were accompanying the group left them gratefully at this point. Priests were moving carefully between the many people, their magic long spent but their bandages plentiful. The demoralised and scared people looked to the well clad and armoured newcomers, whilst a dark skinned woman played a mournful tune in the background. Tarn and Wingwrath both tried to persuade her to play something more cheerful, but she ignored both of them and their money, continuing her doleful tunes of depression. Torrent led them through an ornate doorway and down into the crypts under the temple. Riverii was rushed down a side passage towards treatment, and the others were led to a small but functional living area, where they were met by a grossly fat acquiline priest named ‘Buron Watcher’, who introduced himself jovially, but explained “now we are reduced to hiding like rats from the Ragesian eagle,” as his face fell. He was told the news of Shialis and the Shahalesti interest in the plans, and the group concluded that they needed to find out more about the ‘Singing Chasm’ – the underground network of caves near the city. The group rested, though taking their times to speak to some of the other resistance fighters. One dwarf spoke of his hopes to flee to a fledgling dwarven nation some distance to the south, though it was little more than a settlement at the present time. Focussing on more immediate concerns, however, Tyr learned of a Ragesian terrorist cell operating within the city from a Warehouse some distance away. .oOo. The following morning, the group rose and re-equipped themselves, and spoke to Riverii over breakfast. “I wish I could tell you what it was that I took,” he explained in his squeaky high-pitched voice which seemed strange coming from such a wart-encrusted and ugly face. “However the Ragesians weave complex enchantments over those people such as I who handled sensitive information. Once beyond the control of the Ragesian empire, we simply cannot speak of what we know; to do so would mean pain and most probably death. Instead, I stole items I believe to be of the utmost importance, and those were to be passed over to the resistance. Unfortunately, as you know, they were stolen by the Shahalesti just last night. It is imperative that the case is recovered as soon as possible. The fate of Gate Pass, perhaps the world, depends upon it!” Discussing Shialis, the Shahalesti agent, the group pooled their knowledge. She was an advanced instructor of the second tier within Gabal’s school of wizardry. Wingwrath’s desire for scurrilous gossip meant that he had heard a rumour she may even have been sleeping with the notoriously difficult and antisocial Gabal himself. .oOo. Stepping back out onto the streets in daylight, the cobbles were slippery with thick ice. Denied any access to Shialis at this stage, though Burron had some “irons in the fire” as he put it, the group instead decided to head to the warehouse to see what could be done about the terrorist cell. [/QUOTE]
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