“Is this all you’ve got for a plan!? That fort is covered with spells!”
Bella hissed from behind Liaena where she was almost hidden in Hesters feathers, clinging tightly to the little girl. Liaena herself had huddled as close to the birds fluffy neck as she could, to hide herself both from observers and the nights winter chill. “What do you see?”
“How should I know….I don’t recognise half of these”
Chancing a moment to poke her head up into the icy wind, Bella pulled it back down a moment with a shiver. “Barriers….alarms….traps. All sorts. This is suicide, stupid. You don’t expect me to dispel all of those!?”
“Like I’d ever expect you to do anything” Liaena muttered. Either oblivious too, or ignoring the bickering taking place on her back, Hester was drifting closer and closer to the ‘property line’ that was the outer curtain wall of Honors Watch. “Shut up, and watch”
“Don’t tell me to…”
The girls words trailed away as from her perspective, Hester banked sharply before fluttering to perch on the intangible, usually invisible web of spells that were intricately woven around Honors Watch. The bird gave a quiet cluck that sounded distinctly arrogant, before gently easing aside two of the spell-strands with her beak and squeezing through the newly formed gap. The spells trembled slightly at their passing, but no alarms sounded as Liaena turned to give Bella a triumphant smirk over one shoulder. “See? What did I tell you….”
“LI, LOOK OUT!”
Bella screamed as a shadow bore down on them from above. Liaena barely had time to duck, Hester squawking and banking sharply sideways as an eagle at least three times the size of the little owl swooped down and caught them up in its claws. Absolute chaos followed, the eagle pushing them towards the floor, Hester screaming and struggling, Bella shrieking in terror – before the eagle suddenly went limp and fell off them to plummet towards the rocks, Liaena shaking and holding her dart gun in her hands.
“Liiii, what do we do!? There might be more of them!” Bella whimpered into her ear as they fell towards the reef. Hester dripping blood from her neck and one wing, the bird beat her wings wearily once more to push them into a controlled landing on the wet rocks, the walls of Honours Watch Keep looming above.
“There probably are” Liaena snapped back, scanning the air above them for any traces of pursuit. There was nothing to be seen, but when dealing with birds of prey, at night, that meant precisely nothing as she rammed another dart into her little gun. “Would you do something useful, and heal Hester!? We have to get back into the air, or we’ll be sitting ducks out here!”
*
“Their magical defences are very extensive” Liam volunteered nervously, having walked up to stand beside Serphia, and by extension Sharon, on the cold and damp dock. The man turned to also inspect Honors Point, rearing out of the darkness at the far end of the port. “Some of them look appropriate for civilian security….some of them do not. I suppose they had special dispensation.”
“…….”
Glancing at Serphia, who looked singularly unimpressed by all this Magic Talk Bullshit – his gaze moved on to settle on Sharon, standing on the Night Elfs shoulder. “I might be able to remove some of their spells, but in all likelihood they have alarms set to activate on any damage to their wards. Did you have any plans for this….sir?”
*
“I never knew Bad Guys talked….quite so Bad-Guyish. I thought that just happened in stories”
Sevarian waited expectantly a few seconds for some input from his dazed captive, before losing interest and reverting to harassing his acolytes. “Draw that cleanly, with no smudges. I will be displeased by any further delays”
“Y-yes Master!”
The dark chamber swung in, swung out and revolved gently before it finally settled again. An undeterminable amount of time passed for Kathlin as she hung limply in her bonds, the cutists painstakingly chalking out the runes again and occasionally bickering quietly among themselves. “Give me the white chalk. No, give it to me. You never get it right”
“Those must be trolls”
Kathlin thought as she looked across the room to the line of captives along the opposite wall. All of them were resolutely studying their feet and avoiding the gaze of everyone. Their wretched state was obvious, and the defeated slump of their once-tall backs made them truly pitiable creatures. “…I thought they’d be bigger than that”
“….”
“…I also didn’t think I’d die to humans. With trolls. There’s a moral to be had somewhere in that, I suppose”
“Alright, bring the first one forward!” one cultist proclaimed finally, causing the girl to glance up quickly. The man who had spoken stood in the middle of the circle holding an incredibly evil-looking silver dagger, while the other three had moved to kneel at the corners of the pentagram. Sevarian, standing off to one side, produced a pocket watch to glance at it and make a ‘tsk’-ing noise.
“No. Don’t.” Kathlin whispered as the Peculiar Chevalier roughly propelled the first troll forward to the centre of the pentagram. This was completely ignored by everyone in the room as the first cultist pushed the troll to its knees, a move that was met with zero resistance from the creature as the others started to chant the words of a ritual in words she didn’t understand.
The obvious cliché of the situation was forgotten as the full horror of what was about to happen sunk in for Kathlin, and she started to struggle in all seriousness in her bonds. “Stop it! Leave him alone! Light please, stop them, STOP IT!”
“Twisting nether, receive this offering!”
-plink-
“……”
- plink plink plink -
The culist blinked as his knife bounced off the troll, trying a couple more times before taking a double take to stare at the troll, who looked every bit as confused as he did. Looking at the creature, he stared at the faintly glimmering shield that had enveloped the creature before spinning around to give the only resident lightwielder an angry and plaintive look. “Oh for…not again!”