Posted by: discharger12
« on: December 09, 2005, 08:19:31 PM » Part IV
“Larlicor, Larlicor, where are you?” shouted Daeven frantically. “Ah, Daeven, you’re awake I see,” said a familiar voice. Daeven turned around.
“Oh, it’s just you, Keldorn,” responded Daeven nonchalantly, returning to his search for Larlicor. “Say, you haven’t seen Larlicor, have you?” Daeven asked.
“Ah, yes, the disturbed one has been missing since this morning. Valygar offered to search for him a few hours ago, but I haven’t seen him since.”
Upon Keldorn’s words, a shiver ran down Daeven’s spine. Did this mean that his dream was had really happened?
But wait. Hadn’t Edwina said earlier that Valygar was at a stream fishing? That doesn’t make sense… unless she had lied. But what reason would she have to do that?
Before Daeven could ponder on this further, horns sounded off in the distance, causing Keldorn to start with surprise. His forehead wrinkling, Keldorn turned around and began to start running off towards the din, shouting over his shoulder “It has begun, hurry!” He ran into the greenery before Daeven could question him.
Daeven got up and began to follow Keldorn’s path, but he realized he was defenseless. He looked around, finding nothing in clear sight.
He ran near his bed and began to search in his pack. “Hm,” he mused. “I forgot about this,” he said, pulling at a brilliant rune-carved axe. Recent memories flooded back to Daeven. After a week of skirmishing in Watcher’s Keep, the party decided the lower depths would have to wait. They turned back, but not before Daeven had found this axe. He hadn’t had time to look at it, but at his first glance it certainly looked magical, so he kept it. “I suppose this will do,” he murmured. He then stood up, and raced off towards the noises of not only horns, but what sounded like battle.
As Daeven ran towards the clamor, he noticed that the forest was becoming much sparser, as if a clearing were up ahead. And with each step, the sound was certainly becoming clearer. After a few minutes of running, however, the noise stopped; indeed, not only the noise, but everything. From the wind, to the trees, to the birds twittering, all was frozen.
Daeven found himself in mid-step, unable to move. Was he going color-blind, or had the world gone gray? “Oh,” he realized, “this must be a time-stop spell. Damnit, I hate those things!”
After a minute or so, the world came back to norm and the noise resumed, angrier then before. Daeven stood still. “That must be one hell of a magic-user to be able to cast a time-st.. his words were caught in his throat. The world began to gray over and slow down to a halt again. “Damnit!” Daeven yelled in his head. “It would sure be nice to be resistant to those things,” he thought glumly.
When the spell finally ended this time Daeven was ready. He sprinted through the last tree into an open sandy desert and halted a third time, albeit voluntarily. It was to be expected, really. The scene that met his eyes was quite a sight.
Among the dunes, bodies were strewn as far as the eye could see. Blood was spilt in ways that would make even the most ill-begotten murderer shudder. Among the bodies stood an inordinate number of what looked like half-humans, slashing, crushing and stabbing at what appeared to be nothing. Nonetheless, they were definitely fighting something, as more and more continued to be slaughtered. Among the group fighting the ‘nothing,’ Daeven spotted what looked like a bloody Keldorn. “Fight on men, he shouted.”
Daeven in amazement was at a loss as to what he should do. His first thought was to help Keldorn, but he wasn’t sure. He needed to think. But again, before he could deliberate on what he had seen, he saw something that made him the most infuriated that he could ever commit to memory: Aerie in a to-the-death battle with none other then Edwina.
“My love!” he tried to yell, but one last time, his words were halted and only gurgled out of his mouth: something hit the back of his head, and he fainted yet again.
“Larlicor, Larlicor, where are you?” shouted Daeven frantically. “Ah, Daeven, you’re awake I see,” said a familiar voice. Daeven turned around.
“Oh, it’s just you, Keldorn,” responded Daeven nonchalantly, returning to his search for Larlicor. “Say, you haven’t seen Larlicor, have you?” Daeven asked.
“Ah, yes, the disturbed one has been missing since this morning. Valygar offered to search for him a few hours ago, but I haven’t seen him since.”
Upon Keldorn’s words, a shiver ran down Daeven’s spine. Did this mean that his dream was had really happened?
But wait. Hadn’t Edwina said earlier that Valygar was at a stream fishing? That doesn’t make sense… unless she had lied. But what reason would she have to do that?
Before Daeven could ponder on this further, horns sounded off in the distance, causing Keldorn to start with surprise. His forehead wrinkling, Keldorn turned around and began to start running off towards the din, shouting over his shoulder “It has begun, hurry!” He ran into the greenery before Daeven could question him.
Daeven got up and began to follow Keldorn’s path, but he realized he was defenseless. He looked around, finding nothing in clear sight.
He ran near his bed and began to search in his pack. “Hm,” he mused. “I forgot about this,” he said, pulling at a brilliant rune-carved axe. Recent memories flooded back to Daeven. After a week of skirmishing in Watcher’s Keep, the party decided the lower depths would have to wait. They turned back, but not before Daeven had found this axe. He hadn’t had time to look at it, but at his first glance it certainly looked magical, so he kept it. “I suppose this will do,” he murmured. He then stood up, and raced off towards the noises of not only horns, but what sounded like battle.
As Daeven ran towards the clamor, he noticed that the forest was becoming much sparser, as if a clearing were up ahead. And with each step, the sound was certainly becoming clearer. After a few minutes of running, however, the noise stopped; indeed, not only the noise, but everything. From the wind, to the trees, to the birds twittering, all was frozen.
Daeven found himself in mid-step, unable to move. Was he going color-blind, or had the world gone gray? “Oh,” he realized, “this must be a time-stop spell. Damnit, I hate those things!”
After a minute or so, the world came back to norm and the noise resumed, angrier then before. Daeven stood still. “That must be one hell of a magic-user to be able to cast a time-st.. his words were caught in his throat. The world began to gray over and slow down to a halt again. “Damnit!” Daeven yelled in his head. “It would sure be nice to be resistant to those things,” he thought glumly.
When the spell finally ended this time Daeven was ready. He sprinted through the last tree into an open sandy desert and halted a third time, albeit voluntarily. It was to be expected, really. The scene that met his eyes was quite a sight.
Among the dunes, bodies were strewn as far as the eye could see. Blood was spilt in ways that would make even the most ill-begotten murderer shudder. Among the bodies stood an inordinate number of what looked like half-humans, slashing, crushing and stabbing at what appeared to be nothing. Nonetheless, they were definitely fighting something, as more and more continued to be slaughtered. Among the group fighting the ‘nothing,’ Daeven spotted what looked like a bloody Keldorn. “Fight on men, he shouted.”
Daeven in amazement was at a loss as to what he should do. His first thought was to help Keldorn, but he wasn’t sure. He needed to think. But again, before he could deliberate on what he had seen, he saw something that made him the most infuriated that he could ever commit to memory: Aerie in a to-the-death battle with none other then Edwina.
“My love!” he tried to yell, but one last time, his words were halted and only gurgled out of his mouth: something hit the back of his head, and he fainted yet again.