Hasan’s cautious instinct had been to scout the room further, but there was no time for such prudence now. He plunged toward the alcove after his companions, prepared the dwarf along, certain the dwarf’s natural resistance to all things magical would need to be overcome.
But the dwarf needed no prompting this time; something stronger was driving him—a sense of camaraderie and loyalty. Feldard wasn’t about to let the witch keep control of Saeth, not when he had means to stop it. He charged into the alcove after Saeth and Nicolai, without the aid of the Siswa elf. “You won’t get away that easily, Witch!”
Maruc clenched his teeth on the last syllable of his spell and launched himself after the elf. “Halav!” he prayed as he threw himself through the dancing lights of the alcove in pursuit of his fiends.
The mage picked himself off the ground—he had missed the elf by mere inches, as he had cast himself at her feet as she sprightly sped for the alcove. Miklos spent a moment appreciating the teleporter after-effects. When the bulky form of the priest swept passed him, he gracefully followed. This was rather spoilt as he stepped on the hem of his cloak as he passed the interface.
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Valuable seconds passed as Nicolai’s eyes, and stomach, caught up with his urgency to catch his quarry. His legs were moving before his mind was considering direction. Involuntarily, he scrabbled with his arms, catching Saeth’s clothing before his eyes could confirm his whereabouts. He tackled her to the ground.
They were in a 20-foot square room, upon a raised, semi-circular platform opposite a set of steel doors, etched with decorative woodland patterns.
Sticky strands of magic dissipated as the others appeared an instant later.
Not of nought had been his training, Miklos thought to himself. He’d known what to expect of the dimensional displacement. He calmly reached for Dentiata’s wand. Something was different about it. Earlier, he had sensed that its power was waning and that perhaps it was on its last charge, but suddenly it felt different. His ponderance of this phenomenon was quickly curtailed however as the double doors were violently thrust open. Golden light shone in the room, reflected light cast from the treasury of the Elyan located in the room beyond.
Standing now before the group were two female elves, which the companions immediately recognised as the missing maidens. They wore black robes and were speaking in the tongue of the arcane arts.