Saeth crouched, and poked Miklos, the nearest of the fallen forms. Unwilling to admit directly that she hadn’t the faintest idea, she poked him again, harder, then declared, “If they don’t wake up, we can immortalize them in song… Can you think of a better rhyme to ‘There was a boy from Traladar’ than ‘He had very funny hair’?” While waiting for the Dwarf to answer, she moved to the side of the fallen night-mage, and examined the wand he wielded. It was a thin, smooth, dark metal stick about two feet long.
Miklos’s eyes water at Saeths comment. It was an interesting fight, but even powerful mages struggle to cast whilest being beaten to death by a violent weapon: to witt ‘one dwarf’.
Miklos burned to get up and scour the Tower from top to bottom. Out of the corner of his eye he had caught glimpses of Denetiata. In some way he regretted the chance to talk to him. It would have been useful to determin if any other members of his covern were nearby. Miklos aslo wanted to know what drove an intelligent man to research dark arts as there were many other areas within the feild of the arcane that could use men of Denetiata caliber.
These things and others Miklos idly wondered about whilest he waited the dweomer to pass.
Maruc had collapsed in a heap next to the doorway. His face awkwardly pressed against the rough stone wall. His arm had been trapped behind him with the shiled strap and he couldn’t feel his hand as his dead body weight had slowed the bloodflow to his arm. He wasn’t looking forward to the pins and needles if he ever moved again that was. He also hoped that he would be roused before the orc in front of him came to.
He wondered if one of the others would pull him onto his back at least. Rumour had it that these paralysis incantations could last more than half an hour. Maruc half-hoped that Miklos had caught the command word for the wand.
Nicolai, lying conscious with the other paralyzed combatants, decided to try to catch up on some sleep.
The dwarf just shook his head at the elfs poor attempt at rhyme. “I’m no poet. I’ll leave that to you Elf.”
With a sigh, Feldard set about dealing with both the dead and the paralyzed bodies. “A hand here would be appreciated.” The dead and the paralyzed orcs were looted. Each of them had a handful of gold and silver pieces. The dead bodies were piled to one side. The paralyzed orcs were forcibly tied and moved to the centre of the Hall where they could be watched at all times.
Feldard figured he might need living proof of Dentiata’s foulness. Also the orcs with some ‘persuasion’ might be able to tell them more about Dentiata’s plans.
His paralyzed companions were hauled to the cots and laid to rest there. Once that was all done, he settled himself to wait.
After almost two hours, the effects of the wand began to wear off, and Maruc, Miklos and Nicolai were able to start moving.