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“….please”
Sharon let out a sigh as he looked down at the pleading eyes of Liaena, which in their own way looked a little adorable. With a contemplative expression, Sharon raised the back of his index finger up to his jaw.
_"High Elf!"_
...
"I guess I... "
***BRACK***
"**It is time to go, High Elf.**"
Within the blink of an eye, before the High Elf had a chance to continue, the door directly behind Liaena had slammed open, Liaena had vanished, and instead been replaced by the towering presence of Rithrynn's infamous Captain, Serphia, who now loomed over Sharon like a dark cloud. Merely standing dumbstruck in his spot, finger raised and mouth open. Staring past Serphia, Sharon could see Rithrynn cowering meekly behind her Captain, presumably hiding from the now awoken Naliyah behind him.
It took some moments before the High Elf could mentally construct a coherent sentence, having been taken by surprise by the sudden arrival of Serphia.
" ... ah... ah, yes, the mission!" Sharon finally answered.
"And, as for the human, who's name is Liaena Rune, she is... "
Sharon paused for a moment, the High Elf's azure eyes passing by Serphia's hips to focus on the door behind her which had almost gone and buried itself directly into the wall!
Having thrown a worrisome look towards the sleeping Night Elf in the room, half fearing the possibility that Liaena's high volume protests might have awakened Naliyah, Sharon's head eventually turned to look back at the smaller human who had adamantly blocked the exit to the room.
Contemplating the possibility of levitating Liaena up into the roof, an action that surely would come back to haunt him later on, the High Elf decided to try the diplomatic approach.
"The protection of the church would mean little, and I doubt they could protect me in the long run." Sharon explained, retaining his peaceful tone in the presence of the persistent Liaena.
"Sherpa's plans extend far beyond the mere battle with his older brother, and if I fled, it is likely that they would continue; to whatever end."
Sharon tried to reason with the little girl, though reason from Liaena when it concerned his own safety was hard come by.
Letting out a sigh, Sharon let his staff sit loosely in his hand as he stared down at Liaena, taking a moment before saying anything. Letting his head hang slightly as he gazed at her, he would eventually continue.
"The importance of this battle cannot be overstated. It encompasses far more than a mere rescue mission. Success in this endeavor could even lead to the banishment of the White Hand, if luck was on our side. But just as success holds great reward, failure will have dire consequences. The loss of you, Rithrynn and Serphia, would leave me exposed, as well as handicapped in the fight against Sherpa and his seemingly limitless agents. I would survive the day, only to remain a vulnerable target in remaining weeks and months. And my brother is in no hurry to finish the job. I cannot hire mercenaries forever, but the power of my brother's personal army will keep growing."
Sharon explained, taking a good time with each sentence and keeping a steady volume all the way through. Partly to make it more digestible and coherent, but also as to not awaken Naliyah either. The door to the bedroom was after all still locked.
"With the kidnapping of your friend, Sherpa has forced out hands. I cannot afford to sit idle. The success of this mission is paramount, and we cannot afford to fail." Sharon eventually continued, suddenly smiling down at Liaena.
"And if things really go to hell, my magical expertise will be invaluable in getting us out!"
I have a lingering feeling that Sharon's only chance of getting on this expedition is to get to Rithrynn and Serphia before Li loses her patience and starts producing potions :P
"This isn’t your fight!”
"If it wasn't for me, there would be no conflict at all." Sharon commented dryly.
"Sherpa, who is my dear brother, would simply have continued his unholy rampage happily ever after. It is my continued existence that is his current conundrum."
" ... "
"Considering the fact that I am the sole reason for this war, and the fact that the enemy is my very own flesh and blood, I do believe that this is my fight, moreso than anyone else's."
Sharon looked at Liaena, who at that point seemed like she was about to tear her own hair out in frustration.The High Elf had seen Liaena in many different moods, many of them bad as well, but he could not recall the sheer seething anger and frustration displayed by the little girl in the current moment. Given the fumes emanating from the top of Liaena's head, the High Elf was almost worried that a pair of laser beams would suddenly shoot out from the girl's eyes and disintegrate him on the spot, given her deadly stare!
"I SAID YOU ARE NOT GOING! CAN'T YOU HEAR? WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING SUCH HUGE EARS IF YOU CAN'T HEAR ME?!"
"I am not about to leave you and Rithrynn out in the cold." Sharon said, the High Elf masterfully retaining a calm and cheerful tone. Moving his attention past Liaena, he suddenly began to walk past her towards the exit of the ante chamber, daringly choosing to ignore any complaints from Liaena.
As he walked, Sharon felt his muscles instinctively tense in anticipation of possibly being tackled by the little girl from behind.
"Come now, sweetheart. Let us find your friend Rithrynn and Serphia so that we can start this mission."
"Ggrrrrwwlll... !!!"
"If it wasn't for me, there would be no conflict at all." Sharon commented dryly.
"Sherpa, who is my dear brother, would simply have continued his unholy rampage happily ever after. It is my continued existence that is his current conundrum."
" ... "
"Considering the fact that I am the sole reason for this war, and the fact that the enemy is my very own flesh and blood, I do believe that this is my fight, moreso than anyone else's."
Sharon looked at Liaena, who at that point seemed like she was about to tear her own hair out in frustration.The High Elf had seen Liaena in many different moods, many of them bad as well, but he could not recall the sheer seething anger and frustration displayed by the little girl in the current moment. Given the fumes emanating from the top of Liaena's head, the High Elf was almost worried that a pair of laser beams would suddenly shoot out from the girl's eyes and disintegrate him on the spot, given her deadly stare!
"I SAID YOU ARE NOT GOING! CAN'T YOU HEAR? WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING SUCH HUGE EARS IF YOU CAN'T HEAR ME?!"
"I am not about to leave you and Rithrynn out in the cold." Sharon said, the High Elf masterfully retaining a calm and cheerful tone. Moving his attention past Liaena, he suddenly began to walk past her towards the exit of the ante chamber, daringly choosing to ignore any complaints from Liaena.
As he walked, Sharon felt his muscles instinctively tense in anticipation of possibly being tackled by the little girl from behind.
"Come now, sweetheart. Let us find your friend Rithrynn and Serphia so that we can start this mission."
"Ggrrrrwwlll... !!!"
When he first heard someone approaching from behind him, the High Elf assumed that it was Naliyah who had finally gotten out of his bed. It made him harbor a sense of unease. Had he accidentally woken the beast?
But as he turned around, it turned out that it was not Naliyah at all who had entered the room behind. The creature that entered the ante chamber lacked the long ears, the striking pink hair, as well as a couple of feet in height too to be Naliyah. Sharon had to lower his gaze to see Liaena who, in turn, was giving him a mortified expression; as if she could not be believing what she was actually seeing.
"No."
"Welcome back, Liaena! How was your day?" Sharon was quick to greet Liaena with a friendly smile the moment he saw her, a smile that was not returned in any form by the girl's considerably paler feature. For a moment, she almost looked as pale as his brother!
" ... you are NOT coming along!"
The High Elf let out a sigh, his previous words washing like a wave off a cliff on Liaena's face.
"I tire of my office, Liaena. It is time I resumed the hunt for our enemies." Sharon explained, retaining his calm voice in the face of Liaena who at that point looked like she was about to scream at him at anytime!
"That's what we have the Night Elves for!"
"And who will help them? Or you for that matter?" Sharon returned with a question, the High Elf eyeing Liaena.
"I haven't seen your plan yet, Liaena, but I will not be surprised if you haven't placed yourself on the front line."
Sharon took a couple of steps forward towards the human girl, until he stood at an arm's length from her. Smiling softly at her, he would raise a hand to place at her shoulder.
"My brother expects my inaction. We would be stronger together, and more likely to succeed. And this is a mission we cannot fail."
But as he turned around, it turned out that it was not Naliyah at all who had entered the room behind. The creature that entered the ante chamber lacked the long ears, the striking pink hair, as well as a couple of feet in height too to be Naliyah. Sharon had to lower his gaze to see Liaena who, in turn, was giving him a mortified expression; as if she could not be believing what she was actually seeing.
"No."
"Welcome back, Liaena! How was your day?" Sharon was quick to greet Liaena with a friendly smile the moment he saw her, a smile that was not returned in any form by the girl's considerably paler feature. For a moment, she almost looked as pale as his brother!
" ... you are NOT coming along!"
The High Elf let out a sigh, his previous words washing like a wave off a cliff on Liaena's face.
"I tire of my office, Liaena. It is time I resumed the hunt for our enemies." Sharon explained, retaining his calm voice in the face of Liaena who at that point looked like she was about to scream at him at anytime!
"That's what we have the Night Elves for!"
"And who will help them? Or you for that matter?" Sharon returned with a question, the High Elf eyeing Liaena.
"I haven't seen your plan yet, Liaena, but I will not be surprised if you haven't placed yourself on the front line."
Sharon took a couple of steps forward towards the human girl, until he stood at an arm's length from her. Smiling softly at her, he would raise a hand to place at her shoulder.
"My brother expects my inaction. We would be stronger together, and more likely to succeed. And this is a mission we cannot fail."
Sevarian, and Fran post, is up.
I hope for the sake of Kathlin that Liaena will be able to mobilize the nelfs and requisition her promised support from the church soon ;)
I hope for the sake of Kathlin that Liaena will be able to mobilize the nelfs and requisition her promised support from the church soon ;)
"I am no social expert, but I do believe that is the beginning of a long series of rumors and epic stories right there." Fran said as the dwarf eyed the murmuring crowd outside of Thea's office, who in turn watched the trio closely as they walked away.
It did not help the crowd that the large halls of the cathedral seemed to amplify the smallest of sound, making what would have normally been a faint murmur to sound more reminiscent of a busy day at one of the larger markets at Stormwind.
"Trust me, if what the lass is saying about the cultist connection is true among the bloody lillies, then yer gonna need all the help you can get!" Fran mentioned as they had passed out of ear's reach from the crowd behind them as he looked up at the much taller Night Elf walking next to him.
"I fought in the Third War, and I know that I wouldn't have been here if it hadn't been for a couple of Paladins that I fought beside in Lordearon. Normal weapons and strong arms, however skilled, will only get you so far against the Scourge. But even against a watered down version of it, you will still need help. Dark magic, and the machinations produced by it, are not to be taken lightly, lass."
The dwarf talked, remembering back when he had fought in the Third War. Indeed, the Red Vanguard had fought many battles against the relentless, undead hordes of the Scourge as they ravaged the human kingdoms. But in most of those battles, they usually had help from some Paladins, or armed priests of the light to help fend off the worst the Scourge had to offer. But even if there were no death knights or greater undead abomination or wretched spirit, the simple undead minions could prove difficult to cut down.
While a normal man would likely bleed to death if stabbed in the right place, one could not count on the same with an undead, whose blood had long since clotted and dried up.
"I once had to strike one of those damned undead twelve times. TWELVE TIMES, before the bugger finally went down. I'll tell ye, if not for the light, some of the battles that we won would have been lost by us succumbing to exhaustion."
It did not help the crowd that the large halls of the cathedral seemed to amplify the smallest of sound, making what would have normally been a faint murmur to sound more reminiscent of a busy day at one of the larger markets at Stormwind.
"Trust me, if what the lass is saying about the cultist connection is true among the bloody lillies, then yer gonna need all the help you can get!" Fran mentioned as they had passed out of ear's reach from the crowd behind them as he looked up at the much taller Night Elf walking next to him.
"I fought in the Third War, and I know that I wouldn't have been here if it hadn't been for a couple of Paladins that I fought beside in Lordearon. Normal weapons and strong arms, however skilled, will only get you so far against the Scourge. But even against a watered down version of it, you will still need help. Dark magic, and the machinations produced by it, are not to be taken lightly, lass."
The dwarf talked, remembering back when he had fought in the Third War. Indeed, the Red Vanguard had fought many battles against the relentless, undead hordes of the Scourge as they ravaged the human kingdoms. But in most of those battles, they usually had help from some Paladins, or armed priests of the light to help fend off the worst the Scourge had to offer. But even if there were no death knights or greater undead abomination or wretched spirit, the simple undead minions could prove difficult to cut down.
While a normal man would likely bleed to death if stabbed in the right place, one could not count on the same with an undead, whose blood had long since clotted and dried up.
"I once had to strike one of those damned undead twelve times. TWELVE TIMES, before the bugger finally went down. I'll tell ye, if not for the light, some of the battles that we won would have been lost by us succumbing to exhaustion."
As Kathlin frantically scrambled to undo the runes on the floor, she could feel as if all heat was sapped from her hands as she touched the runes. A faint, pitch black mist occurred where she weaved some of the runes out of pattern, the smoke sending a wave of discomfort through her body when it touched her skin.
"No, you're ruining it!"
"Stop that girl!"
*SMACK*
The angered cries of the cultists however, were soon drowned out by the reverberating echo that filled Kathlin's ears when the bottom of a staff suddenly hit her in the side of her head; knocking the girl over and across the floor as the battlemage behind her had intervened. Following her as she tumbled across the cold stone floor, he raised his staff as to strike again, but before he could bring it down again, Sevarian had shot his hand forward to stall the vengeful attack.
"NO!" The Knight Commander's voice sounded as he addressed the battlemage.
"She will die, but none sooner than I command it it!"
The battlemage looked back at Sevarian from through his steel mask, before lowering his staff and stepping back away from Kathlin. Sevarian looked down at her, his calm, cool expression having faded to give way to an irritated look.
"Redraw the runes, the sacrifices will be here soon." Sevarian commanded, though the four other cultists had already scrambled to redraw the runes on the floor themselves, bringing out pouches of mystical powder while scraping the disturbed substance off the floor. Slowly walking towards Kathlin, Sevarian slowly raised a hand up in front of him.
As he did so, Kathlin could feel a pair of invisible, ice cold hands suddenly tug at her, lifting her up into the air until she hovered before Sevarian. With another turn of his hand, she suddenly flew through the air to smash against a pillar by the wall. As she crashed against the pillar, multiple spectral arms emerged from stone behind her to grasp around her, holding her against the pillar in a secure, almost suffocating grip!
"We are on a delicate time table, little girl. Any delay you cause will only prolong your suffering needlessly!" Sevarian said with an annoyed tone as he stepped closer to where Kathlin was bound to the pillar.
"I recommend you forsake any hope of rescue, for it will only bring disappointment. Only the White Hand may enter the impenetrable walls of Honor's Watch, and even if they should show up, none of the king's nor the church's men could ever hope to navigate the bowels of this fortress. This is my temple, my sanctum, and no living man may ever disturb its sanctity and walk away."
Behind him, the door to the room suddenly swung open, as a line of five imprisoned trolls, all wearing little more than the chains on their hands, with the exception of a tattered loincloth and the odd tribal tattoos. Behind the prisoners walked a familiar chevalier, whose chestplate was bent inwards where an axe once had hit him. It was the same person Kathlin had met at the mansion, and upon entering the room behind the prisoners, he turned his silent mask in the direction of Kathlin, eyeing her from his black visors with a look of familiarity, before turning his attention back to the trolls he was escorting.
"Line the prisoners against the walls, the rituals will commence shortly!" One of the cultists who had looked up from his work with redrawing the runes, instructed the the peculiar chevalier, who silently went about steering the trolls against the walls on the opposite end of the circular room to Kathlin. None of the prisoners seemed to be giving any resistance, the trolls seemed to all be staring down at the floor with the same silence as that of their escort, as if they had long since accepted death. Their blue hide carried numerous scars and signs of abuse, and some of them barely seemed capable of walking.
Having eyed the arrival of the new prisoners, Sevarian turned to look back up at Kathlin.
"Once, I used to work for an organization that had seemingly limitless... supplies, for my work. Now I have to craft my spells from scratch. It is not a problem for a man of my talent, but sometimes, I do miss the resources, and the lack of scrutiny, of my... former employer." Sevarian spoke with a soft tone, throwing Kathlin a devious smile.
"Fortunately, it is easy to find fuel for my spells thanks to the White Hand's extensive operations."
"No, you're ruining it!"
"Stop that girl!"
*SMACK*
The angered cries of the cultists however, were soon drowned out by the reverberating echo that filled Kathlin's ears when the bottom of a staff suddenly hit her in the side of her head; knocking the girl over and across the floor as the battlemage behind her had intervened. Following her as she tumbled across the cold stone floor, he raised his staff as to strike again, but before he could bring it down again, Sevarian had shot his hand forward to stall the vengeful attack.
"NO!" The Knight Commander's voice sounded as he addressed the battlemage.
"She will die, but none sooner than I command it it!"
The battlemage looked back at Sevarian from through his steel mask, before lowering his staff and stepping back away from Kathlin. Sevarian looked down at her, his calm, cool expression having faded to give way to an irritated look.
"Redraw the runes, the sacrifices will be here soon." Sevarian commanded, though the four other cultists had already scrambled to redraw the runes on the floor themselves, bringing out pouches of mystical powder while scraping the disturbed substance off the floor. Slowly walking towards Kathlin, Sevarian slowly raised a hand up in front of him.
As he did so, Kathlin could feel a pair of invisible, ice cold hands suddenly tug at her, lifting her up into the air until she hovered before Sevarian. With another turn of his hand, she suddenly flew through the air to smash against a pillar by the wall. As she crashed against the pillar, multiple spectral arms emerged from stone behind her to grasp around her, holding her against the pillar in a secure, almost suffocating grip!
"We are on a delicate time table, little girl. Any delay you cause will only prolong your suffering needlessly!" Sevarian said with an annoyed tone as he stepped closer to where Kathlin was bound to the pillar.
"I recommend you forsake any hope of rescue, for it will only bring disappointment. Only the White Hand may enter the impenetrable walls of Honor's Watch, and even if they should show up, none of the king's nor the church's men could ever hope to navigate the bowels of this fortress. This is my temple, my sanctum, and no living man may ever disturb its sanctity and walk away."
Behind him, the door to the room suddenly swung open, as a line of five imprisoned trolls, all wearing little more than the chains on their hands, with the exception of a tattered loincloth and the odd tribal tattoos. Behind the prisoners walked a familiar chevalier, whose chestplate was bent inwards where an axe once had hit him. It was the same person Kathlin had met at the mansion, and upon entering the room behind the prisoners, he turned his silent mask in the direction of Kathlin, eyeing her from his black visors with a look of familiarity, before turning his attention back to the trolls he was escorting.
"Line the prisoners against the walls, the rituals will commence shortly!" One of the cultists who had looked up from his work with redrawing the runes, instructed the the peculiar chevalier, who silently went about steering the trolls against the walls on the opposite end of the circular room to Kathlin. None of the prisoners seemed to be giving any resistance, the trolls seemed to all be staring down at the floor with the same silence as that of their escort, as if they had long since accepted death. Their blue hide carried numerous scars and signs of abuse, and some of them barely seemed capable of walking.
Having eyed the arrival of the new prisoners, Sevarian turned to look back up at Kathlin.
"Once, I used to work for an organization that had seemingly limitless... supplies, for my work. Now I have to craft my spells from scratch. It is not a problem for a man of my talent, but sometimes, I do miss the resources, and the lack of scrutiny, of my... former employer." Sevarian spoke with a soft tone, throwing Kathlin a devious smile.
"Fortunately, it is easy to find fuel for my spells thanks to the White Hand's extensive operations."
"What are ye saying', explosions?" Fran suddenly exclaimed, looking surprised as he stared at the accusing Night Elf.
"Nobody said anythin' about explosions!"
The dwarf reacted, his eyes jumping between Rithrynn and Liaena as a confused expression donned his face.
He had heard no mention of explosions until the Night Elf had mentioned it, and so it had taken the dwarf with surprise as he stepped closer.
"Now, just to clarify; I know that no self respecting dwarf would ever renounce his beard given love for beer and explosives, but I gotta agree with miss Long Ears here." Fran stated as he motioned towards Rithrynn with his elbow, the dwarf shifting his gaze over to Liaena.
"If ye want a distraction, the Red Vanguard can make one for ye. That is, unless ye want multiple distractions."
Fran hinted rather suggestively with his heavy brow at the end of his sentence. Although he did share some of Rithrynn's concerns, he would not say no to a big explosion, provided that something that he liked wasn't the target of said explosion. The dwarf almost felt guilty to think that he could possibly be advocating against wanton use and display of big booms, and a part of his dwarven spirit urged him to to do something about it.
"I know some old houses and buildings that have been abandoned and are long due demolition anyway, something about 'protecting cultural heritage' or some wish-wash like that."
"Nobody said anythin' about explosions!"
The dwarf reacted, his eyes jumping between Rithrynn and Liaena as a confused expression donned his face.
He had heard no mention of explosions until the Night Elf had mentioned it, and so it had taken the dwarf with surprise as he stepped closer.
"Now, just to clarify; I know that no self respecting dwarf would ever renounce his beard given love for beer and explosives, but I gotta agree with miss Long Ears here." Fran stated as he motioned towards Rithrynn with his elbow, the dwarf shifting his gaze over to Liaena.
"If ye want a distraction, the Red Vanguard can make one for ye. That is, unless ye want multiple distractions."
Fran hinted rather suggestively with his heavy brow at the end of his sentence. Although he did share some of Rithrynn's concerns, he would not say no to a big explosion, provided that something that he liked wasn't the target of said explosion. The dwarf almost felt guilty to think that he could possibly be advocating against wanton use and display of big booms, and a part of his dwarven spirit urged him to to do something about it.
"I know some old houses and buildings that have been abandoned and are long due demolition anyway, something about 'protecting cultural heritage' or some wish-wash like that."
"Your unconditional cooperation, Lennox."
Sevarian smiled, before motioning for Kathlin to follow him as he began to head towards the exit of the room. The three men behind her had positioned themselves in a triangle around her, and walked with her as they followed the Knight Commander out into the corridors.
The corridors were as dark as the cells she had been, the only source of light being a torch carried by one of the chevaliers accompanying them. The hungry flames cast a flickering light out across the darkened corridors, showing the bare rock walls that surrounded them, the floor being the only part of the corridor that had actualy been covered by proper stone slabs in contrast to the bare and jagged reef rock walls.
"I am afraid that the things you have seen, the things that you have heard, have rendered your personal freedom a problem." Sevarian explained as they walked down through the corridors, only being able to see a few feet ahead of them, and surrounded by an amorphic darkness that seemed to creep slowly in on them. It was completely silent in the empty hallways that they walked through, almost as if it had been a tomb or a resting place.
The way they were able to navigate their way through the seemingly darkened maze of narrow corridors that stretched and turned in every direction seemed to suggest that Sevarian must have been quite familiar with them from before.
There were numerous doors along the way, the letters on the sighs next to them becoming illuminated by the torch as they passed. Some read 'Storage B', 'Ammunition Storage: Fourth Level', but a lot of the doors they passed had no labels either, seemingly in conflict with the orderly numeration of the other doors.
Eventually however, they reached a series of corridors that were lit; the sconces burning ever so quietly on the wall. But the light they cast was not that of familiar red flame, but a haunting, blue and mysterious flame that burned in almost complete silence, casting a strange, azure light across the corridor.
"You will go no further." Sounded Sevarian's voice all of a sudden, as he motioned towards the two chevaliers who had been following them. They saluted, before spreading out to either wall to take up guard positions while Sevarian walked through the door in front of them, followed closely by Kathlin and the battlemage behind her. The room they entered was a larger, circle shaped stone room, with an oval roof, with stone pillars running up across the bare rock walls on the side. The room was mostly free of furniture, aside from some dark purple and mythical runes that adorned the surface of the floor at the center of the room.
Upon entering the room, four other men appeared from the surrounding walls, as if they had been waiting for them. They all wore longer, white robes and hoods, and their attention was focused on Sevarian without question.
"Fortunately for you, little girl, I will not require your life." Sevarian explained, turning to look towards Kathlin.
" ... only your fragile mind."
Sevarian smiled, before motioning for Kathlin to follow him as he began to head towards the exit of the room. The three men behind her had positioned themselves in a triangle around her, and walked with her as they followed the Knight Commander out into the corridors.
The corridors were as dark as the cells she had been, the only source of light being a torch carried by one of the chevaliers accompanying them. The hungry flames cast a flickering light out across the darkened corridors, showing the bare rock walls that surrounded them, the floor being the only part of the corridor that had actualy been covered by proper stone slabs in contrast to the bare and jagged reef rock walls.
"I am afraid that the things you have seen, the things that you have heard, have rendered your personal freedom a problem." Sevarian explained as they walked down through the corridors, only being able to see a few feet ahead of them, and surrounded by an amorphic darkness that seemed to creep slowly in on them. It was completely silent in the empty hallways that they walked through, almost as if it had been a tomb or a resting place.
The way they were able to navigate their way through the seemingly darkened maze of narrow corridors that stretched and turned in every direction seemed to suggest that Sevarian must have been quite familiar with them from before.
There were numerous doors along the way, the letters on the sighs next to them becoming illuminated by the torch as they passed. Some read 'Storage B', 'Ammunition Storage: Fourth Level', but a lot of the doors they passed had no labels either, seemingly in conflict with the orderly numeration of the other doors.
Eventually however, they reached a series of corridors that were lit; the sconces burning ever so quietly on the wall. But the light they cast was not that of familiar red flame, but a haunting, blue and mysterious flame that burned in almost complete silence, casting a strange, azure light across the corridor.
"You will go no further." Sounded Sevarian's voice all of a sudden, as he motioned towards the two chevaliers who had been following them. They saluted, before spreading out to either wall to take up guard positions while Sevarian walked through the door in front of them, followed closely by Kathlin and the battlemage behind her. The room they entered was a larger, circle shaped stone room, with an oval roof, with stone pillars running up across the bare rock walls on the side. The room was mostly free of furniture, aside from some dark purple and mythical runes that adorned the surface of the floor at the center of the room.
Upon entering the room, four other men appeared from the surrounding walls, as if they had been waiting for them. They all wore longer, white robes and hoods, and their attention was focused on Sevarian without question.
"Fortunately for you, little girl, I will not require your life." Sevarian explained, turning to look towards Kathlin.
" ... only your fragile mind."
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