Intoning under his breath,
Whisper completed another spell, and stepped backwards into the shadows,
vanishing in the swirling darkness.
Celia dropped to her knees beside Hoyle, who still could not
unlock his muscles, even to speak. “Let me help you.”
Hoyle watched from the corner of his eye as Celia stood
suddenly and looked out into the hallway. Loud noises began coming from the
hallway, and suddenly Salrissa appeared at the door. “Time to go!” she stated,
looking quickly at Hoyle. Turning to look over her shoulder she cursed
quietly, understanding dawning on her face. Looking at him once more, she
declared “I will come for you.”
Salrissa grabbed Celia, pushed her towards the shadowy
corner opposite the one Whisper disappeared into, flipped up her black cloak over
the two of them and vanished into the swirling shadows.
More noises came from the hallway, which included swearing
and cursing that Hoyle recognized as coming from Brows, which suddenly cut
off. He could hear the sound of something scraping on the floor, and suddenly
a scaazi Scenter was coming through the door, the two robed Rak’soraa
closely behind. The deformed humanoid circled the room, sampling the air with
its six gills, including sniffing along his leg and arm. If his muscles weren’t
still frozen, Hoyle would have found it hard not to scream.
Two City Guardsmen entered the room. One came over to
Hoyle, kneeled down and with a sneer said “Good night,” and then hit him across
the jaw with his mailed fist. That was the last he remembered for a long time.
Chapter 6
“You just left him to that creature!” Celia tried to
scream, but it barely came out as a croak.
“Quiet!” Salrissa whispered at her, looking down the alley
towards the tower they had just been in. Celia could barely move. Her muscles
felt like she had been turned inside out and back again. She was trying to
piece the last few events together in her mind while her body recovered from
whatever Salrissa had done to her.
She remembered the shadowy arrows striking Hoyle as he
stepped in front of her just before her flare spell blinded and disoriented her
opponent. When Hoyle dropped, her anger flared, and she had cast her magical
orb spell to wound the robed man. The warlock vanished through the use of some
spell she was unaware of, and with the immediate danger gone, she dropped to
her knees to help Hoyle.
Immediately however, she felt the stirrings of fear, deep
irrational fear. She stood up and looked into the hall, watching the final
blows between Salrissa and the beefy guard before they backed away from each
other and turned to face the stairs. Celia could now hear what sounded like
claws scraping on wood coming up the stairs. Soon a scaazi reached the hallway
landing, followed immediately by the two black-robed and cloaked Rak’soraa with
glowing eyes.
The man Hoyle had named Brows cursed profusely and charged
the scaazi, but one of the Rak’soraa raised one hand and pointed a metal rod at
him. A flash of light leapt from the end of the rod into Brows' chest dropping
him to the ground unconscious in mid stride. Celia could hear the clanking of more
guards coming up the stairs behind the trio as Salrissa turned and dashed her
way.
Celia couldn’t move from the fear that was overcoming her. It
seemed to be coming in waves off the grey-skinned aberration moving towards
them down the hall, its knuckles dragging on the carpeted floor. The only
other thing Celia could remember was Salrissa grabbing her in a rough embrace, darkness...
then excruciating pain.
She managed to push herself up to her knees, and then to her
feet by grabbing a drainpipe on the side of the building. Slowly moving up
beside Salrissa at the end of an alley, ironically the same alley that she
confronted Hoyle in earlier this evening, she watched as a huge number of City
Guardsmen swarmed around the Goralonian Merchants’ Guild.
Whisper completed another spell, and stepped backwards into the shadows,
vanishing in the swirling darkness.
Celia dropped to her knees beside Hoyle, who still could not
unlock his muscles, even to speak. “Let me help you.”
Hoyle watched from the corner of his eye as Celia stood
suddenly and looked out into the hallway. Loud noises began coming from the
hallway, and suddenly Salrissa appeared at the door. “Time to go!” she stated,
looking quickly at Hoyle. Turning to look over her shoulder she cursed
quietly, understanding dawning on her face. Looking at him once more, she
declared “I will come for you.”
Salrissa grabbed Celia, pushed her towards the shadowy
corner opposite the one Whisper disappeared into, flipped up her black cloak over
the two of them and vanished into the swirling shadows.
More noises came from the hallway, which included swearing
and cursing that Hoyle recognized as coming from Brows, which suddenly cut
off. He could hear the sound of something scraping on the floor, and suddenly
a scaazi Scenter was coming through the door, the two robed Rak’soraa
closely behind. The deformed humanoid circled the room, sampling the air with
its six gills, including sniffing along his leg and arm. If his muscles weren’t
still frozen, Hoyle would have found it hard not to scream.
Two City Guardsmen entered the room. One came over to
Hoyle, kneeled down and with a sneer said “Good night,” and then hit him across
the jaw with his mailed fist. That was the last he remembered for a long time.
Chapter 6
“You just left him to that creature!” Celia tried to
scream, but it barely came out as a croak.
“Quiet!” Salrissa whispered at her, looking down the alley
towards the tower they had just been in. Celia could barely move. Her muscles
felt like she had been turned inside out and back again. She was trying to
piece the last few events together in her mind while her body recovered from
whatever Salrissa had done to her.
She remembered the shadowy arrows striking Hoyle as he
stepped in front of her just before her flare spell blinded and disoriented her
opponent. When Hoyle dropped, her anger flared, and she had cast her magical
orb spell to wound the robed man. The warlock vanished through the use of some
spell she was unaware of, and with the immediate danger gone, she dropped to
her knees to help Hoyle.
Immediately however, she felt the stirrings of fear, deep
irrational fear. She stood up and looked into the hall, watching the final
blows between Salrissa and the beefy guard before they backed away from each
other and turned to face the stairs. Celia could now hear what sounded like
claws scraping on wood coming up the stairs. Soon a scaazi reached the hallway
landing, followed immediately by the two black-robed and cloaked Rak’soraa with
glowing eyes.
The man Hoyle had named Brows cursed profusely and charged
the scaazi, but one of the Rak’soraa raised one hand and pointed a metal rod at
him. A flash of light leapt from the end of the rod into Brows' chest dropping
him to the ground unconscious in mid stride. Celia could hear the clanking of more
guards coming up the stairs behind the trio as Salrissa turned and dashed her
way.
Celia couldn’t move from the fear that was overcoming her. It
seemed to be coming in waves off the grey-skinned aberration moving towards
them down the hall, its knuckles dragging on the carpeted floor. The only
other thing Celia could remember was Salrissa grabbing her in a rough embrace, darkness...
then excruciating pain.
She managed to push herself up to her knees, and then to her
feet by grabbing a drainpipe on the side of the building. Slowly moving up
beside Salrissa at the end of an alley, ironically the same alley that she
confronted Hoyle in earlier this evening, she watched as a huge number of City
Guardsmen swarmed around the Goralonian Merchants’ Guild.
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