Maruc was thankful that Feldard had hauled him over to a cot, albeit an orc one. The smell was unpleasant. The time whiled away as he lay there still wondering if he would ever move again. Half an hour slipped by then an hour. He drifted into a meditative sleep. There wasn’t much more he could do. The pins and needles he feared roused him from sleep and he sat up shaking life into the offending limb. He got up and pulled his cloak on before realising he was moving.
The memories came back. “We owe you our lives Master Feldard. Halav bless you and your father.” He entoned in the formal priest way. “And I see the others rousing.”
Maruc walked over to the corpse of the Dark Mage. “I recognise this weave, it is the same as dread Sevastian. Feldard you have rid this world of another Necromancer. This is the garb of the Sons of Night. Halav has guided us here so we might be more enlightened. Miklos may know, or guess more.”
He walked over the the sleeping Mage. “Wake up my friend.” he said as he roused the Traladaran. “Your view on these matters are required.”
Miklos had drifted off into a deep sleep. His mind was full of battling masters of arcania. The Lords of Night and Day testing each other and probing for weaknesses. He was a spectator, in awe of the forces being commanded by the Loremasters the pitch of the battle swayed to and for neither side claiming the upper hand for long. A tongue of energy lashed out toward the helpless bystander and it shook his body like a rag doll. He cried out.
“..up my friend, your view on these matters is required.”
“Who? What?” Miklos look around feverishly. A dream, it was a dream. He started to relax. Then a pang of fear. “The slumbering Orcs are they secure? Dentiata what of him?”
“Easy old boy, Dentiata has been slain by Feldard. He servived with hardly a scratch on him. He has also taken care of all those other things you mentioned.” Maruc replied with a grin.
Miklos took stock of the situation and went over to the body of the Mage. “Such a waste.” He said , more to himself. “But for a twist of fate he might have been a LoreMaster in Specularum, not a self obsested Wizard seeking vainglory. Immortality was not for you Dentiata. But perhaps something of your life may be put to the service of expanding the knowledge of wizardry.”
Miklos turned to the others. “This man may have been defeated but he may yet defeat us. Be wary of magical traps and undead servants. For it is plain that he and Sevastian were in league and the Dread Night we have discoverd is being drawn ever nearer. We must determin how many members there are and if we have discovered the leaders. Or if there is worse to come.”
“Our first priority is the scour this Tower for top to bottom. We leave no chair moved or carpet lifted. All its secrets must be revealed. Then we can return to Caldwell and claim our reward. Saeth, what happened to the wizards wand, it is a fearsome thing. It could prove a valuable asset. I would like to determine how to command it.”
“If we’re going to have a look at this nutter’s chambers, I suggest that we at least check for traps on the way up. Arrogant he may have been, but stupid he was not. And we still haven’t found the missing villagers, I’m sure that was at least part of the reason we came here.”
“Missing Villagers? Oh yes, we must find them too.” Miklos added lamely after being reminded by Nicolai.
Feldard merely nodded gruffily at the priests blessing. When the others were ready to continue on up, he took up the lead. Though the chances of there being someone to fight after the demise of Dentiata was quite low, the dwarf still felt it his place to be in the lead.