Hell Hath No Fury.. Part 3
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Title: Hell hath no fury.. Part 3
Author: Shahrressa
"Where are the others?" Civ asked, while he stroked her snow-white hair. "I don't know." Shahrressa answered. The cavern was quiet. The Urban Knights had become seperated by the horde. But judging by the trail of dead vermin, they assumed the others had headed down the tunnel to the west.
Lylith Noir sheathed her sword and began to access the damage as she quietly tied a bandage around her arm. The dead lay all around her. what was left of her horse was laying beneath the carcase of a giant spider. Things looked grim. Then without warning, she was plunged into darkness.
She groaned when she realized the magic that had enhanced her vision must have worn off. Feeling for her horse in the darkness, she rummaged around in the pack that was strapped to the saddle. "Ah, here it is," she whispered when she felt the small bottle.
A magic elixir that would allow her to see even in total blackness. Fumbling the stopper out, she put the bottle to her lips. Even as the lichorich-tasting liquid, entered her system her eyes began adjusting to the darkness. She regretted her action immediately. Three dozen rats interspersed with poisonous serpents materialized out of the darkness. The dark haired waress had only the time to pull her sword from it's sheath before they were upon her.
Streath found himself being driven back across the bridge. Turning, he quickly urged his horse back to the small island. The Isle was barren, except for a few chests. Jumping from his horse, he began stacking them across the path of the bridge. Most were empty and he had little trouble adding to his make-shift barrier. By now the vermin were screeching in their frenzy to get over his road block, he didn't have much time.
The last chest, no matter how hard he tried couldn't be budged. Curiosity getting the better of him, he wriggled his fingers and green sparks shot between his hand and the lock, popping the mechinisiam. He quickly slid it from the latch and threw back the lid. To his surprise, a man popped out of it. He realized that the reason he couldn't move the chest was because it was welded in place over a hole in the ground. In an instant, four men stood looking at him with murder in their eyes. "I am Oenix Mageslayer," said the first. "Welcome to your worst nightmare!"
"Not this day," he shouted defiantly. "Kal Ort Por!" and in a wink he was safely away.
Shahrressa and Civ mounted their horses and began to track their guildmates. Before long they came to a cross-passage. Three ways lay before them. One passage lay to the north, stairs led down a short ways to the south, and the passage continued on to the west. "Let's take the stairs'" Civ decided. Thry descended the stairs and before too long they heard a bubble and creaking noise, accompinied by the stench of sulfur.
Rounding a corner, dead scorpians and snakes lay scattered about. Peering across a gloomy swamp, "What is that over there?" said Civ, pointing at what appeared to be a gigantic rock. Shah squinted for a moment, then jerked her head up in surprise. "By the Virtues, it's a dead horse!" Putting heels to mounts, Civ and Shahrressa urged their horses across slimy cobblestones toward the corpse. Civ arrived first, and Shah hearing his curse asked, "What is it?" "It's Wolf," he replied. "Stay back." Tossing the reins to Shahrressa, Civ jumped from his horse and pulling a small pouch from his shirt, emptied the contents into his hand; a powdered mixture of black pearl, garlic, and gensing. Spreading the powder evenly over Wolfgang's body, he began to chant softly, "An Corp.. An Corp" over and over.
With a flicker of light Wolf took a great shuddering breath and sat up. Civ slid his hand behind Wolf's back an told him, "Peace Wolfgang, hold still a minute." Shah sighed in relief and quickly moved forward to aply bandages to his wounds, while Wolf regained his bearings. After a moment Wolf asked, "where is everyone?" "We don't know," Civ replied. "You're the first we've found." Wolf Frowned, then,"We must find the others, and then find Shakti." Moonknight crept silently down the passage, feeling his way along the cold stone wall. He had long ago abandoned his horse to the hordes of vermin, and they had seemed satisfied with that offering.
Regardless, they no longer followed him. Suddenly Moon felt an odd bump beneath his hand and stopped. Feeling it more thouroughly, he discovered it to be the frame of a stone door nearly flush with the wall. He slowly pushed the door inward, and a low rumble sounded as it scraped along the floor. Caustiously he peered around the thick stone door into a small room. Sitting in the middle was a chair, and in the chair was a mass of unkempt brown hair, covering the face of a woman. Her scarlet dress was torn, her head slumped forward, and her hands tied behind her back. Judging by the number of burnt orcish bodies against the wall, he was certain she hadn't been tied up without a fight. It was Shakti! Pulling a dagger from his boot, Moon quickly began cutting the bonds that held his guildsister.
she groaned dizzily, then growled low in her throat, "Don't even think about touching me!" She tried to turn around.
"Shhh sister," he said in a soft voice. "It is I, Moonknight.. we've come to rescue you." "Thank the heavens, I thought you were one of those retched orcs." Moonknight chuckled as he cut the last or the cords holding her. Shakti stood up and rubbed her wrists, while he quicked looked her over. Her dress was torn, She needed a bath, but aside from a bump on her head.. she seemed no worse for wear. "Those orcs thought they could best me, but I knew you would come." She said. "where are the others?" Putting her hands on her hips she surveyed the room.
"Eight of us came," Moon answered. "Including Wolfgang, but we were seperated in the confussion. Come, Lady.. let's get out of here." he urged. Ignoring him, Shakti began rumageing through a pile of cloth. "where is it?" she said to herself. "I'll not leave without it!" Not only did she make no move to escape, but she began to laugh triumphantly as she pounced on something under a rotted table. Moon was about to question her sanity when she turned to him smiling, and he saw what it was she'd been hunting and grinned. "I'm not going anywhere without this!" She said.