Maruc whispered back. “We have little time before she becomes suspicious. We must stop her casting a spell from afar and we cannot risk missing with an arrow. I will cast a holding spell on her that we might capture her and extract information from her. Nicolai where beyond the door is she?”
“Beyond the door is a corridor. I doubt you’d miss her.” the rogue replied.
“Very well be ready to open the door at my signal. Everyone out of the way please in case something goes wrong.” Maruc began to swiftly summon the spirit of Halav Reincarnate.
Hasan wished they were the ones hunting, and had seen their quarry. While there was little room for maneuver, this approach seemed dangerously headlong. He shrank back, behind the pillars, to watch the outcome of the brave humans’ plan.
Maruc nodded at Nicolai, and the youthful rogue yanked the door wide open.
The priest caught a quick glimpse of the black robed, possessed elven maiden as she retreated back behind the bronze double doors. The cleric bit back the last syllable of his spell, with the target now out of sight.
From the darkness at the end of the corridor came a loud growl. Apparently, the witch had adopted one of the Rahib’s pets—a black panther charged down the hallway toward the cleric.
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As he stood waiting for the disc to end its descent Feldard was given plenty of time to ponder how it was that he came to be on such a quest, when in truth he should be seeking his betrothed, not black opals, elven maids and witch-sisters. Not for the first time, he wondered of his sanity at getting involved in such a plot. Would this disc ever reach its destination?
The two heard some sort of commotion rise from the bottom of the well. Miklos reached into his cloak for Dentiata’s wand, and the disc slowed its descent as it closed in on its destination atop the platform.