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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5059474" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 28, Part 5</p><p></p><p><Note: Glad you enjoyed it Tamlyn! It's strange, but knowing that even a couple people are enjoying it makes it all worthwhile.></p><p></p><p> Keeper confirmed that the now-familiar, subtle sensation of the Skyland's movement had stopped. In the whiteout of the blizzard storm clouds, the only thing they'd seen in two days was swirling fog and snow as Harold's unit and Keeper built some makeshift stone huts atop the Skyland.</p><p></p><p> “The Tower is just ahead,” Keeper said, gesturing into the swirling whiteout.</p><p></p><p>“How can you tell?” Kormak said, squinting into the snow.</p><p></p><p> “Because the Skyland stopped,” Velea said, stepping out of seemingly nowhere. “I told it to travel until we reached the Spire on this side of the Span.</p><p></p><p> “You told it? This thing can talk?” Kormak said, staring down and the snow-covered rock beneath his feet.</p><p></p><p> Velea gave Kormak a look that made Suniel chuckle in spite of himself.</p><p></p><p> “No, of course it doesn't talk. It's a figure of speech,” Velea said. “I just went to the Henge and mentally directed it to come here based off the information Harold gave me about its location. We might have to wait until the snow clears before we can see exactly where the Spire is – wouldn't do to crash our Skyland into a Spire.”</p><p></p><p> “Well, as long as we have to wait until this snow blows off, why don't we go somewhere warm?” Kormak said, turning hopefully to Suniel.</p><p></p><p> Suniel rolled his eyes and pulled the doorknob to the Coach House from his robe.</p><p></p><p> ***</p><p></p><p> “Bail, Bail, Bail!” Meepo shouted, the kobold leaping and prancing around Bail like a puppy. Suniel had a similar collection of Acolytes, goblins, the Shield Guardian, and the rest of his assorted outcasts and misfits gathering around. Even Kormak had Dog to return to.</p><p></p><p> Harold shook his head at the little celebration, disgusted that they could find something to by happy about with what was happening on the other side of the Span. <em>The Span Wall breached, the Magister's Council fighting an impossible, never-ending daily battle with Thessalock's Liches, some monstrosity tunneling about in the Crystal Towers mainland. Soon the Fortresses will fall, then the cities...</em></p><p></p><p> “Follow me, men,” Harold said, leading his soldiers towards a balcony he remembered overlooking the dead town of North Spire.</p><p></p><p> A few minutes later they arrived and stood in silence for a moment, staring out at the abandoned, snow-smothered streets. “The walking dead infest this place,” he said. “And this is a situation I find intolerable. The Ashen Tower may besiege our people, but here at least we can fight back.”</p><p></p><p> He gazed about the platoon, nodding to his Lieutenants. “I have been dispatched by the Magisters to find ancient weapons to help turn the tide and reclaim the Crystal Towers, but you will cleanse North Spire and hold it against whatever comes. Hold it to your dying breaths so that the world may know that some part of the Crystal Towers stands uncorrupted by the touch of the Ashen Tower.”</p><p></p><p> “A caravan will arrive in a few weeks time, bringing much needed supplies. Let them see us standing strong and I swear I will find us new allies and new weapons to defend our homeland. When I return, we will take the fight to the Ashen Tower and reclaim the lands of our forefathers.”</p><p></p><p> He looked each of his soldiers in the eye, one-by-one, then raised his finger. “And I swear. If I return and find that any of you have abandoned your posts here and left the Crystal Towers to fall, I will hunt you down individually and make you wish the Ashen Towers had gotten to you first.”</p><p></p><p> He turned and walked away, moments later ascending the spiraling stairs that led to the top of the Spire and their Skyland. The stairs blurred and he staggered, but he forced himself on, sinking despair shifting to impotent rage to righteous anger, and always the image of the Span that first day emblazoned on his memory</p><p></p><p> <em>The stink and moan of the dead pressing endlessly on, stretching into a horizon blotted with the smoke of burning cities and dark clouds of flying abominations, the black sky like the hand of Thessalock blotting out the sun...</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5059474, member: 60965"] Session 28, Part 5 <Note: Glad you enjoyed it Tamlyn! It's strange, but knowing that even a couple people are enjoying it makes it all worthwhile.> Keeper confirmed that the now-familiar, subtle sensation of the Skyland's movement had stopped. In the whiteout of the blizzard storm clouds, the only thing they'd seen in two days was swirling fog and snow as Harold's unit and Keeper built some makeshift stone huts atop the Skyland. “The Tower is just ahead,” Keeper said, gesturing into the swirling whiteout. “How can you tell?” Kormak said, squinting into the snow. “Because the Skyland stopped,” Velea said, stepping out of seemingly nowhere. “I told it to travel until we reached the Spire on this side of the Span. “You told it? This thing can talk?” Kormak said, staring down and the snow-covered rock beneath his feet. Velea gave Kormak a look that made Suniel chuckle in spite of himself. “No, of course it doesn't talk. It's a figure of speech,” Velea said. “I just went to the Henge and mentally directed it to come here based off the information Harold gave me about its location. We might have to wait until the snow clears before we can see exactly where the Spire is – wouldn't do to crash our Skyland into a Spire.” “Well, as long as we have to wait until this snow blows off, why don't we go somewhere warm?” Kormak said, turning hopefully to Suniel. Suniel rolled his eyes and pulled the doorknob to the Coach House from his robe. *** “Bail, Bail, Bail!” Meepo shouted, the kobold leaping and prancing around Bail like a puppy. Suniel had a similar collection of Acolytes, goblins, the Shield Guardian, and the rest of his assorted outcasts and misfits gathering around. Even Kormak had Dog to return to. Harold shook his head at the little celebration, disgusted that they could find something to by happy about with what was happening on the other side of the Span. [I]The Span Wall breached, the Magister's Council fighting an impossible, never-ending daily battle with Thessalock's Liches, some monstrosity tunneling about in the Crystal Towers mainland. Soon the Fortresses will fall, then the cities...[/I] “Follow me, men,” Harold said, leading his soldiers towards a balcony he remembered overlooking the dead town of North Spire. A few minutes later they arrived and stood in silence for a moment, staring out at the abandoned, snow-smothered streets. “The walking dead infest this place,” he said. “And this is a situation I find intolerable. The Ashen Tower may besiege our people, but here at least we can fight back.” He gazed about the platoon, nodding to his Lieutenants. “I have been dispatched by the Magisters to find ancient weapons to help turn the tide and reclaim the Crystal Towers, but you will cleanse North Spire and hold it against whatever comes. Hold it to your dying breaths so that the world may know that some part of the Crystal Towers stands uncorrupted by the touch of the Ashen Tower.” “A caravan will arrive in a few weeks time, bringing much needed supplies. Let them see us standing strong and I swear I will find us new allies and new weapons to defend our homeland. When I return, we will take the fight to the Ashen Tower and reclaim the lands of our forefathers.” He looked each of his soldiers in the eye, one-by-one, then raised his finger. “And I swear. If I return and find that any of you have abandoned your posts here and left the Crystal Towers to fall, I will hunt you down individually and make you wish the Ashen Towers had gotten to you first.” He turned and walked away, moments later ascending the spiraling stairs that led to the top of the Spire and their Skyland. The stairs blurred and he staggered, but he forced himself on, sinking despair shifting to impotent rage to righteous anger, and always the image of the Span that first day emblazoned on his memory [I]The stink and moan of the dead pressing endlessly on, stretching into a horizon blotted with the smoke of burning cities and dark clouds of flying abominations, the black sky like the hand of Thessalock blotting out the sun...[/I] [/QUOTE]
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