Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.Fears and Terrors Laid to Rest
Twelfth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
The wights did not come in waves, like the raging sea to be dashed against the shore. Instead, they came in ranks, each fallen warrior guarding the flanks of those beside them with the skill born of a thousand battles and the courage of ones who no longer feared death, their lines anchored in the narrow passageways. Ancient bronze rose and fell again and again upon armor and flesh, as polished shields and ancient grave wards tied around the joints in strips of dried leather blunted blowns thrown into the fray. Rina was fighting in the fore beside Ser Lonmouth and Sal'Nis, while Mercy kept back and healed. Had it been a minutes or hours? Rina wondered through a haze of exhaustion and sweat, her muscles burning with exhaustion as no mere sparring could cause. Finally, the last of the foes fell to a sweep of the knight's sword and the naga's crushing coils.
Again they stood in silence and darkness, again there was no sight of their foe, but now they knew that he could pass at will though any vein of ice to strike at them. Was he watching even now, or marshaling yet more of the dead to send against them?
"We need to map out the barrow," Rina said once she had caught her breath, the last of her aches and pain soothed away by the healer's touch.
"If wishes were boats then all men could sail," Mercy noted with a tired smile of her own. "This place is a maze. Unless... I'm going to try something."
Ser Lonmouth reacted to the proclamation as he would have to being told enemies were on the other side of an unlocked door and about to charge them again, but he did not object.
Curious, Rina watched as the incarnate faded into fog as she had done countless items before, but this time instead of creeping forward or passing between cracks in the walls, she sent a thread of her substance no thicker than a man's finger down the long corridor. After a few more attempts to see how thin she could make the thread of mist, Mercy began slowly advancing across the floor, like morning mist finding shelter among the shadows. Or like a vampire in search of pray, Rina thought, amused in spite of herself.
Either the master of the barrow wasn't prepared for creeping mists, or he was less canny than he thought himself, for it was not long before Mercy found him trying to weaken a fused stone arch on the very highest level of the barrow, likely trying to add 'collapsing roofs' to its perils.
Rina clicked her boots of far travel, one hand on Ser Lonmouth's arm, the other on the golden scales of the child of Yss.
Once more Oathkeeeper flashed in a blood red arc meeting the frost encrusted axe and batting it aside, to carve through stolen armor and into the bone beneath, but this time Ser Alren thought to use magic to tip the scales in his favor. His gaze was ice, fit to freeze the blood in a warrior's veins and from his hand sprang frost to shroud them all in icy tombs before they had even died. But Rina was ready, she knew the words, none knew them better, and with a twist of her own magic she felt Their power break.
Ser Alren, or the thing that had been him, tried to draw back towards the nearest wights, but a wall of golden scale bared his way, he turned to the nearest ice wall, this one bare and glistening. As he turned his back upon the Stormlander knight, his fury only seemed to grow. New forged steel cut ancient bone and shattered the spine. He gave one final wild swing with all his might, but none of the skill he had shown before. "Remember me!" he called, voice fading as though into some great distance.
"Father remembers your life, uncle. I wish I could have done so, too," Rina said softly, more to herself that the others. Then more loudly, "We don't tell anyone in Saltpans what happened here, or who we found." The words were not a question. She would not burden her father with knowledge of what his elder bother had become.
"Agreed," Mercy said at once, followed by the odd sensation of a mental nod from Sel'Nis, and a moment later by a faintly smiling Ser Lonmouth.
OOC: And done finally, the loot will be up tomorrow.
Great chapter! Go, Rina! This interlude arc has been a lot of fun.