Iron Sky
Procedurally Generated
Session 28, Part 2
“Mage-Captain Ahara destroyed it,” the soldier said, pointing to the half-leveled building in the town square.
“What exactly was it?” Harold said.
“We're pretty sure it was a plaguewalker, we found traces of a faint yellow slime all around the village and the last one we left. There was an outbreak in the other village too.” The Sergeant glanced at Harold, his expression darkening. “What's the word from the Wall?”
“It's overrun. They're pulling back to the Fortresses.”
The expressions on Harold's men's faces fell, though, to their credit, hard determination quickly replaced despair.
“That means your job to hunt down any more of these plaguewalkers is even more important,” Harold said. “Last thing the Crystal Towers needs is a second front.”
“Yes sir.”
Harold walked back to Bail and Kormak, dark thoughts gnawing at him. “Any idea when Suniel is going to be back?”
“Do you even know where he went?” Kormak said.
Harold shook his head. “I just know he went off to fix Keeper.”
“He pulled out a strange door-knob, stuck it into the air, and opened a door to a... another place, like a big coach house, black carriages coming and going, people in robes bustling everywhere, white and blue lights floating here and there. The sky was pure black, not a star in the sky.”
“Maybe that's the heart of the Black Carriage he talks about from time to time?” Bail said.
“Well, while he's occupied there fixing Keeper, that gives us time to hunt down-”
“No,” Bail said, shaking his head. “The True Stones.”
Harold glared at the half-dragon. “We might be the only ones that can find whatever it is that's tunneling under-”
“No,” Kormak said, mimicking Bail's stance, expression, and tone exactly. “The True Stones.”
“So you are going to just let the Crystal Towers fall?” Harold said, nearly shouting. “Is that what you want?”
“No,” Bail said flatly. “I want to stop the entire continent – the entire world – from falling. Iron Sky will do that if we don't stop them.”
“Well, if we leave now, Suniel will be left behind,” Harold said, his tone defensive.
Bail shook his head again. “He went of to his... otherplace... from the Skyland. If we take the Skyland, he'll return there.”
“Besides, he could just teleport to us anyway,” Kormak added.
“Face it, Harold, even your own Magister said the best thing you could do would be to get the True Stones,” Bail said. “You've seen what one can do, if we find more...”
Harold raised his hands. “Fine, fine. We'll go. Load up the Skyland. I'm going to gather my Honor Guard and take them with.”
Kormak quirked an eyebrow. “Your Honor Guard?”
“If we're going to take my Skyland on your True Stone mission, then we're going to make a few stops along the way.”
“Your Skyland?” Kormak said.
“Stops?” Bail said.
Harold ignored them and returned to his men.
An hour later, he rode at the head of a dozen hand-picked soldiers, pushing hard for the main Crystal Tower.
“Mage-Captain Ahara destroyed it,” the soldier said, pointing to the half-leveled building in the town square.
“What exactly was it?” Harold said.
“We're pretty sure it was a plaguewalker, we found traces of a faint yellow slime all around the village and the last one we left. There was an outbreak in the other village too.” The Sergeant glanced at Harold, his expression darkening. “What's the word from the Wall?”
“It's overrun. They're pulling back to the Fortresses.”
The expressions on Harold's men's faces fell, though, to their credit, hard determination quickly replaced despair.
“That means your job to hunt down any more of these plaguewalkers is even more important,” Harold said. “Last thing the Crystal Towers needs is a second front.”
“Yes sir.”
Harold walked back to Bail and Kormak, dark thoughts gnawing at him. “Any idea when Suniel is going to be back?”
“Do you even know where he went?” Kormak said.
Harold shook his head. “I just know he went off to fix Keeper.”
“He pulled out a strange door-knob, stuck it into the air, and opened a door to a... another place, like a big coach house, black carriages coming and going, people in robes bustling everywhere, white and blue lights floating here and there. The sky was pure black, not a star in the sky.”
“Maybe that's the heart of the Black Carriage he talks about from time to time?” Bail said.
“Well, while he's occupied there fixing Keeper, that gives us time to hunt down-”
“No,” Bail said, shaking his head. “The True Stones.”
Harold glared at the half-dragon. “We might be the only ones that can find whatever it is that's tunneling under-”
“No,” Kormak said, mimicking Bail's stance, expression, and tone exactly. “The True Stones.”
“So you are going to just let the Crystal Towers fall?” Harold said, nearly shouting. “Is that what you want?”
“No,” Bail said flatly. “I want to stop the entire continent – the entire world – from falling. Iron Sky will do that if we don't stop them.”
“Well, if we leave now, Suniel will be left behind,” Harold said, his tone defensive.
Bail shook his head again. “He went of to his... otherplace... from the Skyland. If we take the Skyland, he'll return there.”
“Besides, he could just teleport to us anyway,” Kormak added.
“Face it, Harold, even your own Magister said the best thing you could do would be to get the True Stones,” Bail said. “You've seen what one can do, if we find more...”
Harold raised his hands. “Fine, fine. We'll go. Load up the Skyland. I'm going to gather my Honor Guard and take them with.”
Kormak quirked an eyebrow. “Your Honor Guard?”
“If we're going to take my Skyland on your True Stone mission, then we're going to make a few stops along the way.”
“Your Skyland?” Kormak said.
“Stops?” Bail said.
Harold ignored them and returned to his men.
An hour later, he rode at the head of a dozen hand-picked soldiers, pushing hard for the main Crystal Tower.
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