“Ahh! Yousef. Come, come follow my voice.” Maruc led him into the stairwell that seemed to be beyond the ward engulfing the room. The man revealed looked exhausted, drawn but grimly determined, resilient and noble in a homely way. Horrible welts were etched across his chest and upper arms, he walked with a limp. Maruc appraised his wounds, severe but not life threatening.

“You’ll live.” he smiled, “No hard labour for a while though. So you know Stephan? You have the look of a woodsman about you, same clan perhaps? What on earth did …Golthar?…want with you? He sounded pretty upset. Not that I care about his sanity mind you.”

“Stephan will be with us shortly no doubt just as soon as they have dealt with the minotaur.

Miklos bumped into an invisible man crouched by the door. He heard Ludo complain, “Hey!”

“Sorry,” Miklos said shortly and stood back to let the rogue do his work. He realized he was tapping his foot impatiently, and stopped himself.

Feldard staggered back a few steps at the serious wound – grunting with the effort it took not to lower his axe. There was no time now to staunch the wound or take a breather – that would have to wait til after the beast was felled. The dwarf listened a moment, Stephen had joined the fray and he could hear the man’s sword make contact with the minotaurs blade – again and again.

Steeling himself for the assault, the dwarf hefted his axe and charged where he believed the minotaur to be. He let out a loud dwarven bellow as he swung overhead. He hoped his strike would hit but if nothing else it should distract the beast long enough for hopefully one of Stephan’s attacks to make it through.

Ludo upon opening the door rushed forward, yelling to Miklos come on, lets get him, he leaped up the stairs taking two at a time. With their prey so close he did not want to give him time to prepare another trap or to escape once again from their clutches. “Miklos gasped Ludo, be prepared, he could be cornered now and I suspect will fight savagely if he is”.

Stephan could not reply to Yousef at the moment. Remembering some of Feldard’s moves, he guessed the dwarf, although wounded, would charge directly at the minotaur. The beast would be focusing a bit low given the dwarf’s stature and Stephan used this to his advantage. Placing himself outside of what he believed to be Feldard’s attack area and using his ears and nose to judge where the creature was, he made his attack at what he hoped was the monster’s back. He swung in such a way that any follow through from sword would not go toward Feldard.

Thunk! Stephan felt the satisfying plunge of his blade deep into what must be the minotaur’s torso. The beast turned his attention to the human warrior. Enraged by its wound, it brought its sword and struck Stephan with such force that it knocked him off his feet.

Stephan rose back up quickly. The minotaur was once again attacking Feldard. With the beast now positioned between the two warriors, they could now triangulate their attacks. With axe and sword, they struck at the minotaur, and a sickening, grating bellow erupted in the invisible room. The creature could be heard staggering and soon fell with a thwack on the flagstones. It rolled about and Stephan joined what he believed to be Feldard in slaughtering the downed beast. In its death throes, it flopped part way out of the invisible room, giving those on the outside what must be a strange and horrific sight.

“Yousef!”, Stephan exclaimed when he finally had a chance. “Halav works in strange ways, indeed!” He clasped the fellow Dymrakian in a man hug smiling despite the party’s predicament.

“You must have some tales to tell! I attended your memorial. Your axe and boots now hang in Dramr Cave with the other elders of your clan. Your kin will be pleased to know you yet live!”

But the smile on Stephan’s face quickly faded. “Are you fit enough? We are in the depths of darkness here. If you can join us, we could use the help. But if you seek escape now, there’s no dishonor in it.” He looked Yousef up and down with sad eyes. “You seem in a bad way my friend.”

“We must keep him off balance!” Miklos cried urgently. Hitching up his robe he bounded up the stairs two at a time to keep up with the lithe rogue. “I hope he has no allies up there…” He readied his staff just in case. But that he’d had the chance to ready a spell! He cursed inwardly. He fervently hoped his guess was not true and that the yellow robed man was just a noble. Hopefully he would attempt to bribe his way out, this wouldn’t work of course.

What he didn’t want was a cornered magic user. Magic users can be many things, but what they are not is stupid.

“A man trapped is a friend of mine,” the elf soothed as Maruc and Yousef emerged from the cursed room. “Welcome, noble friend. Rest easy, now, as you are with friends. We will find the meaning in your tapestry soon, but for now, my friends await.” And the elf slipped into the room and became quick lost in the invisible labyrinth. It seemed Stephan and Feldard were less troubled by the maze than he, and that they had succeeded against their fearsome enemy. The elf wandered helpless nonetheless, increasingly uncomfortable as he turned, stumbled and crashed against each invisible wall.

Meanwhile, Stephan was about to join the others when he heard a loud thud, the sound of armor crashing onto the floor. The dwarf had succumbed to his wounds, falling into a heap on the floor.



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8 responses to “Thunk!

  1. Feldard -13hp = 0hp (!)
    Stephan -8hp
    (sorry, rolled bad for you guys)

    12:25pm, Moldain, the 21st of Thaumont, 1001AC

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+50xp(combat)
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp+50xp(combat)
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp+50xp(combat)
    Hasan: 10xp+50xp(combat)
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp+50xp(combat)
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp+50xp(combat)

    Maruc: 22,360/24000
    Miklos: 22,410/40000
    Feldard: 22,730/34000
    Hasan: 21,965/32000
    Stephan: 21,705/32000
    Ludo: 21,205/40,000

  2. Doug

    Stephan when pale. He rushed to find Feldard.

    “Feldard!” he called but the dwarf did no respond. He found the crumpled form of Feldard and felt around to drag him out of the invisible room. It was difficult getting a grip on the blood-slick armor.

    “Maruc!”, he called once he had the dwarf out. He leaned near to hear if the dwarf still had breath. He did! The dwarven heart seemed to still beat with a vengeance! But even as he noted these, the breathe of the dwarf faltered.

    “Maruc!”, Stephan called more loudly than necessary. He started staunching Feldard’s wounds with cloth from his pack. He was familiar with battle wounds and knew in general how to stop the bleeding but his companion needed better attention.


  3. Feldard

    (Oh… that was close… sucks that the priest is out of prayers. Leave Feldard with the prisoner – go get that yellow-robed fellow before he escapes!)

  4. Maruc

    “Fogive me Yousef. Stay here.” Maruc turned into the room. He swiftly located the sound os scraping armour on stone. He reached out and grabbed a facid muscular arm. “Peace Stephan, I have him. You must go and give what aid you can to Miklos and Ludo. I fear they are in great danger. Leave him with me. I shall do what I can.” Stefan started to protest.

    “No.” said the priest firmly, you cannot help him anymore. See to the others. Bring back Golthar, he has alot to answer for.”

    Maruc heaved the bulk of the dwarf to the landing. As the enchantment left him her appeared. A great wrent in his breastplate spoke volumes of the titanic battle he had fought. Maruc pulled Feldards eyelids open, they were dilating. Maruc felt a sinking feeling, one hour? Two at most, but the dwarf was a strudy creature – he doubted he’d make four hours though. That was what Maruc needed to make the proper preparations. The dwarf was going to need more help that he had to offer. “Foolish Dwarf. Why so keen to die?” He hefted the bulky body to one side and frantically pulled at the straps. He cast the plate away and rested Feldard on his back. He shrugged off his back pack and hunted for a moment, an old tunic would have to do. He tore a wide strip from it and bound the seeping chest wound. A welt was forming in his abdomen. Internal bleeding. The tattered leg wound would have to wait. He bound upper part of the chest slash and gatherd his sewing needle and thread and sewed it shut as best he could. “That’ll leave a fine scar my friend. ” he said, ‘I hope’ he added to himself. The dwarf stared vacantly at him in reply.

    Maruc did not despair. He covered Feldard with his blanket and collected his small incense burner he used for his meditation rituals. He lit it and set it at the dwarf’s head. He dahbbed some of his precious holy water across his brow and sat cross legged next to his friend.

    “Lord,” he prayed. “Gather not our brave friend Feldard into your embrace yet. His task is unforefilled. He has been loyal and honourable, steadfast and true. If there is any way in which I could take his place let it be so. Lord in your mercy grant me the power to save him. In his efforts as my companion he as selflessly followed your cause. Bestow upon me as your servant the blessing of your divne grace.”

    Maruc’s gaze dropped to the pale face before him. “Please Lord….”

    A tear ran down his cheek.

    He remaind motionless, and waited for his God to answer.

  5. miklosdostevar

    Miklos almost collided with Ludo at the top of the stairs. He fervently hoped the others were close behind. “Quick man! We must stop him laying enchantments to snare us!”

  6. Stephan

    Stephan felt the power of Halav at Maruc’s words and had faith. The priest’s wise eyes lent the fighter strength and he quickly rose to fly up the stairs. He genuflected. “Halav be praised.” And looking up, “Heal thy servant.”

    “I will,” he said to Maruc’s instructions to find Golthar and bring him back.

    Seeing Yousef, “Godsspeed, my friend! We will drink again in the Halls of Hokol and Sukiskyn!” He raced up the steps to join the others in the pursuit.

  7. Ludo

    Ludo waited at the top of the steps for the others to catch up. He was worried, the escaping mage had a decent head start and the time to prepare a nasty surprise for any pursures. Still if this evil was to come to an end, something had to be done. Holding his breath he willed his heart to stop pounding and listened for Miklos and the others coming up the stairs. Ludo decided to chance it and opened the door at the top of the stairs. He then took a quick glance around the edge of the door to check out the room using the door to shield him from an attack.

  8. Hasan

    Hasan followed the sound of the Stephan and Maruc’s voices, though the awful maze. When he finally emerged, he was stunned to see Feldard fallen, with funeral bier already upon his breast. “NO,” the elf sobbed, “the was a good man. Stupid and dwarfish to his core, but good as well.” The elf put his hands gently on the elf’s brow and prayed to his own god, Ilsundral — all the while acutely aware of the great mystery that he, an Elyan, would feel so strongly about any outlander, but especially a dwarf.

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