Wednesday, July 8
Shadows: Part 8 – The Vile Gate
Vlad appeared within a hermetic circle inside a large cave, polluted by the stench of death. Ahead was a dark figure clad in whipping yellow robes, outlined by the light of a white disk of pulsing energy projected by a small metal box on the floor. Inside the field was a k’n-yan army, all fighting to break through. Dozens of bodies lay all around, blood still pumping form their slashed throats. They were grievously wounded, but a few groans suggested they were not all dead.
Beldin was already advancing. Two byakhee barred his path.
“Quelch!” snarled Vlad. “It’s over!”
Elijah Quelch was a big, fat man with long black hair and a full beard. His age was difficult to guess.
“I don’t think so,” snarled Quelch. He pointed at Vlad, muttering something in Hasturic. Vlad’s legs went rigid. It was the same spell that had paralyzed him last time.
“Try that on me!” bellowed Beldin. He batted aside one of the byakhee, accustomed to fighting them. The creature leap frogged over him so that the dwarf was besieged by the creatures from both sides.
“As for you…” Quelch pointed at Beldin and a sizzling ray of black energy sliced into him. The dwarf writhed in pain.
One of the byakhee landed on top of Beldin, pinning him to the ground.
“No!” Vlad struggled against the magic that held him. “I won’t…let you!” He drew his crossbow and fired.
The bolt bounced off of Quelch’s chest. He grinned. “There’s no canal to save you this time.” [MORE]
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