Saeth looked across at the spellcaster, a sardonic laugh in her good eye. “So, what makes the two of them worth fighting, and the two of us not?” Her gaze flicked to the creature standing on the other side of the altar. “And what can we do to stop it, as needbe? You think it’s merely that the Dwarf attacked it, and we’ll be fine if we just smile politely?” She waved slightly towards it, an exaggerated wave one might give to a child. “I hate just ignoring it, however. It could come alive at any time, couldn’t it?”
By the time she finished her question, she turned to the mage to see Miklos’s Siswa robes disappear out of the temple doors. Uncharacteristically for the talkative mage, Miklos had not paused to expound upon the nature of the strange, undoubtedly enchanted guardian.
Feldard groaned as consciousness returned to him. The ache of his remaining wounds reminding him that at least he was alive. “Did I finish it off?”
He slowly opened his eyes. At first, all he saw was the Siswa robes that they had disguised themselves with. He flinched, reaching for his trusty axe to defend himself, but then he saw that it was the priest kneeling next to him obviously having just prayed for a healing. He forced himself to sit up and looked back to the priest. “Before I forget, Maruc—thank you.”
The dwarf glanced around noting that they weren’t in the worship room anymore but rather out in the hall once again. “Are the others okay?”
“I’m not sure about Nicolai, Feldard. I was too busy with you my brave friend.” Maruc smiled kindly.
Miklos caught his breath after a few moments. “You dropped this Master Feldard.” He handed the Dwarf his axe back.
“What do you make of it?” Maruc asked the mage. “A creature that chooses its foes with a singularity of purpose? I though it might have been the magic weapons looking at who attacked it.”
The mage considered the priests words for a long moment. A smile crept across his face as he formulated a theory that seem to fit all the current evidence. “What you make of this idea? Do you remember the creature who guarded the key in Sevastian’s Castle? I theorised at the time that it might have been a construct, a ‘Golem’ as they are refered to in the mages guild. A mindless ceature with a series to basic instructions to follow.”
Miklos continued, “Now consider that before we entered the castle we were warned of a ‘guardian’. I believe this construct is he. Keep in your mind that the term indicates defence rather than attack. Next, consider we are in an elven temple consecrated to Ilsundal the Protector and the only person powerful enough to create the Guardian that we know of is the elf lord Elyas.”
“Now look through the eyes of an elf lord.” Miklos glanced at Feldard, “A somewhat bigoted elf lord and see who the guardian attacked. Dwarves and Thieves.”
“He obviously felt no threat from the clergy or fellow magi, but when all things are considered is not the wisest course of action.” He effected a Maruc-like grin. “For whom is he guarding the Black Opal Eye from if it was not from his fellow Magi? Yet both I and the Rahib were allowed to approach. A somewhat foolish lapse in thought in my opinion.”
Maruc listened carefully to the mage and replied, “But as you can see it ceased its attack. Surely it would not stop as it did not against Feldard?”
The group turned with a start at the sound of someone approaching. It was a Siswa! No, actually it was just Nicolai, whose Siswa robes were torn where the beast’s swords had wounded him after the young rogue had struck the golem. “Guys, I need that Siswa guy dead, like now, or we’re all in big trouble.”
Miklos paused in thought for a moment, “Perhaps so great a summoning needs a tight leash? I know not the full instructions it was given. However, for Nicolai’s sake I am glad it has some restrictions.”
The priest turned to Nicolai. “I’m glad you are alive, I’m assuming you mean the Rahib? He is not Siswa, he controls them, but that is no matter. Indeed we are determined to foil his plans and destroy him if possible. Have you discovered anything about him or his plans that might give us an edge?”
“Actually your story must wait, we have to find somewhere to rest up. The Rahib may well escape but facing him injured as we are, we would surely be slain. Miklos himself would agree we are facing a man armed with mighty magics?”