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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4924147" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 23, Part 6</p><p> </p><p> Harold's stallion reared back and whinnied. </p><p></p><p> “Calm boy,” Harold said, leaning forward to stay on the saddle and calming his mount down. He looked around quickly as the stallion stamped around in a circle, snorting, ears flattened back.</p><p></p><p> Then he saw movement, a pack of hunched humanoids closing in on the turtle from behind in a gangly four-limbed gait.</p><p></p><p> “Ghouls, behind you,” he shouted, spurring his horse on. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw more converging from the alleyways around them. He pulled out his bow and began firing, guiding his horse with his knees.</p><p></p><p>As he fired, dropping one ghoul that was vaulting up the scaffolding and staggering another that bounded through the snowbanks, he saw another insubstantial figure – nearly identical to the one that had attacked him atop the tower – pass through the hut at the top of the turtle.</p><p></p><p> “Suniel, inside,” he shouted. Suniel blasted a ghoul away and turned towards the hut just as there was a piercing scream from inside and one of Suniel's followers staggered out the door, clutching his ears, and collapsed on the platform.</p><p></p><p> Harold galloped to the Turtle and scrambled onto the scaffolding, already sprinting as he feet hit the planking. A ghoul ran after him and was almost upon him when Keeper dropped down from above, sword of light and a shield of lightning stopping the ghoul in its tracks.</p><p></p><p> Harold reached the door to the hut not long after Suniel did and looked inside to see what Harold had feared. Acolytes littered the ground, some writhing, others lying still with blood dribbling from their eyes and ears. Suniel's paladin stood at the back of the hut, eyes glazed over and glowing a pale yellow.</p><p></p><p> “He's possessed, we have to take him,” Harold said, an arrow to the string and bow leveled in a heartbeat. The paladin turned towards them and took an awkward step, hand reaching for the sword at his side.</p><p></p><p> Suniel put a hand on Harold's arm and made a quick chant and gesture. In mid-step, the paladin's muscles seized and he groaned as he lost his balance and toppled over. Suniel and Harold knelt over the man's twitching form as Kormak and Keeper battled at the doorway.</p><p></p><p> “Who are you?” Suniel said, staring down into the inhuman gaze that looked out of the paladin's eyes.</p><p></p><p> “Free ussss,” the paladin said, speaking though his mouth was locked open and trembling.</p><p></p><p> “Who are you?” Suniel repeated.</p><p></p><p> “We guard the gate. They come! The plaguebringer walks amongst the people!”</p><p></p><p> “What is the plaguebringer? Were you a guard when you were alive?” Harold said.</p><p></p><p> “We failed! It was us that let it in, that hunched thing, its shape shifting as we watched. We couldn't stop it, lying dying as it passed, yellow slime marking its steps.”</p><p></p><p> “The thing that killed you is what Thessalock used to bring the Rising Plague into the Crystal Towers?” Harold said.</p><p></p><p> The paladin <em>hissed</em>. Outside, Kormak cursed and hurled a ghoul into the outer wall of the hut while Keeper's sword crackled as it made contact.</p><p></p><p> “Speak guardsman! If there is any part of you that still remembers your life and loyalty to the Crystal Towers, tell us so we might stop it!” Harold said, shaking the paladin.</p><p></p><p> “There is no stopping it! The plague will spread. Oh, kill the plaguebringer, do what we failed to do so we might rest! Don't let our torment go on.”</p><p></p><p> “Release this man of mine,” Suniel said softly. “We will do what we can to let your spirit rest.”</p><p></p><p> “He is ours! We must have him, they will all pay, the living did this to us!” The paladin began to emit a low wail though his mouth still did not move.</p><p></p><p> “There is good yet left in your soul, ghost,” Suniel said, his voice barely audible over the ghost's keening. “I can hear it in you yet. Return to your haunt and let this man be free so that we can find a way to set your soul to rest.”</p><p></p><p> “Free us. Free usssss...” the voice slowly faded as did the otherworldly light in the paladin's eyes. Suniel passed his hand over the paladin and the man's body went limp.</p><p></p><p> Harold turned and readied his bow to help with the fight outside, but the fighting seemed to be over. As he watched, Keeper's sword and shield vanished into motes of light and crackling sparks.</p><p></p><p> When he turned back, Suniel was helping his man up. “It's alright Theran,” Suniel said.</p><p></p><p> “What happened?” the paladin said, shaking his head. “I'm sore all over.”</p><p></p><p> “What happened is exactly what I warned about,” Harold said, gesturing to the fallen forms that littered the floor of the hut. “I told you so, I said-”</p><p> </p><p>Suniel cut him off with a gesture. “Not now Harold. Kormak, get Shruka and the others from inside the turtle. There may be time for my young students. Hurry!”</p><p></p><p> Harold shook his head and walked outside, ignoring Keeper's lightning-touched glance as he passed the construct and went to tend to his mount.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4924147, member: 60965"] Session 23, Part 6 Harold's stallion reared back and whinnied. “Calm boy,” Harold said, leaning forward to stay on the saddle and calming his mount down. He looked around quickly as the stallion stamped around in a circle, snorting, ears flattened back. Then he saw movement, a pack of hunched humanoids closing in on the turtle from behind in a gangly four-limbed gait. “Ghouls, behind you,” he shouted, spurring his horse on. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw more converging from the alleyways around them. He pulled out his bow and began firing, guiding his horse with his knees. As he fired, dropping one ghoul that was vaulting up the scaffolding and staggering another that bounded through the snowbanks, he saw another insubstantial figure – nearly identical to the one that had attacked him atop the tower – pass through the hut at the top of the turtle. “Suniel, inside,” he shouted. Suniel blasted a ghoul away and turned towards the hut just as there was a piercing scream from inside and one of Suniel's followers staggered out the door, clutching his ears, and collapsed on the platform. Harold galloped to the Turtle and scrambled onto the scaffolding, already sprinting as he feet hit the planking. A ghoul ran after him and was almost upon him when Keeper dropped down from above, sword of light and a shield of lightning stopping the ghoul in its tracks. Harold reached the door to the hut not long after Suniel did and looked inside to see what Harold had feared. Acolytes littered the ground, some writhing, others lying still with blood dribbling from their eyes and ears. Suniel's paladin stood at the back of the hut, eyes glazed over and glowing a pale yellow. “He's possessed, we have to take him,” Harold said, an arrow to the string and bow leveled in a heartbeat. The paladin turned towards them and took an awkward step, hand reaching for the sword at his side. Suniel put a hand on Harold's arm and made a quick chant and gesture. In mid-step, the paladin's muscles seized and he groaned as he lost his balance and toppled over. Suniel and Harold knelt over the man's twitching form as Kormak and Keeper battled at the doorway. “Who are you?” Suniel said, staring down into the inhuman gaze that looked out of the paladin's eyes. “Free ussss,” the paladin said, speaking though his mouth was locked open and trembling. “Who are you?” Suniel repeated. “We guard the gate. They come! The plaguebringer walks amongst the people!” “What is the plaguebringer? Were you a guard when you were alive?” Harold said. “We failed! It was us that let it in, that hunched thing, its shape shifting as we watched. We couldn't stop it, lying dying as it passed, yellow slime marking its steps.” “The thing that killed you is what Thessalock used to bring the Rising Plague into the Crystal Towers?” Harold said. The paladin [I]hissed[/I]. Outside, Kormak cursed and hurled a ghoul into the outer wall of the hut while Keeper's sword crackled as it made contact. “Speak guardsman! If there is any part of you that still remembers your life and loyalty to the Crystal Towers, tell us so we might stop it!” Harold said, shaking the paladin. “There is no stopping it! The plague will spread. Oh, kill the plaguebringer, do what we failed to do so we might rest! Don't let our torment go on.” “Release this man of mine,” Suniel said softly. “We will do what we can to let your spirit rest.” “He is ours! We must have him, they will all pay, the living did this to us!” The paladin began to emit a low wail though his mouth still did not move. “There is good yet left in your soul, ghost,” Suniel said, his voice barely audible over the ghost's keening. “I can hear it in you yet. Return to your haunt and let this man be free so that we can find a way to set your soul to rest.” “Free us. Free usssss...” the voice slowly faded as did the otherworldly light in the paladin's eyes. Suniel passed his hand over the paladin and the man's body went limp. Harold turned and readied his bow to help with the fight outside, but the fighting seemed to be over. As he watched, Keeper's sword and shield vanished into motes of light and crackling sparks. When he turned back, Suniel was helping his man up. “It's alright Theran,” Suniel said. “What happened?” the paladin said, shaking his head. “I'm sore all over.” “What happened is exactly what I warned about,” Harold said, gesturing to the fallen forms that littered the floor of the hut. “I told you so, I said-” Suniel cut him off with a gesture. “Not now Harold. Kormak, get Shruka and the others from inside the turtle. There may be time for my young students. Hurry!” Harold shook his head and walked outside, ignoring Keeper's lightning-touched glance as he passed the construct and went to tend to his mount. [/QUOTE]
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