Gallery of Faded Glory

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.

“Maruc!”

“Forgive me Yousef. Stay here.” Maruc turned into the room. He swiftly located the sound of scraping armour on stone. He reached out and grabbed a flaccid 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 much to answer for.”

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

Maruc heaved the bulk of the dwarf to the landing. As the enchantment left him her appeared. A great dent 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 sturdy 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 gathered 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 dabbed some of his precious holy water across his brow and sat cross legged next to his friend.

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, Ilsundal — all the while acutely aware of the great mystery that he, an Elyan, would feel so strongly about any outlander, but especially a dwarf.

“Lord,” he prayed. “Gather not our brave friend Feldard into your embrace yet. His task is unfulfilled. 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 divine grace.”

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.”

Seeing Yousef, “Godspeed, 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.

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

A tear ran down his cheek.

He remained motionless, and waited for his Immortal to answer.

* * * * *

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!”

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 pursuers. 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 tried to open the door at the top of the stairs. It was locked.

Stephan and Hasan arrived as Ludo was at work on the lock. It wasn’t long before it was solved and the door was open. Inside, a gallery of faded glories. Flaking portraits gazed out from dusty frames into a sullen room whose only occupants were a pair of pink, jackal-headed sculptures, frozen in attitudes of contempt

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9 responses to “Gallery of Faded Glory

  1. Feldard +1hp = 1hp (Maruc passes skill check – Feldard is stable)

    12:29pm, Moldain, the 21st of Thaumont, 1001AC

    Maruc: 10xp+5xp
    Miklos: 10xp+5xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 22,375/24000
    Miklos: 22,425/40000
    Feldard: 22,750/34000
    Hasan: 21,975/32000
    Stephan: 21,725/32000
    Ludo: 21,225/40,000

  2. miklosdostevar

    Miklos peered into the room. The statues reminded him of the ones in the Gnome tunnels. The ones that came alive. “There seems to be alot of these statues about.” he said uneasily. “If the Yellow robed man is a powerful conjurer we will be in trouble. “Where is Maruc? He could lay a peace on these creatures perhaps?” Miklos was not one for priestly magic but he guessed that if he could do little then Maruc might be able to do something? No matter. “They did not move until they were disturbed last time. I’d advise not touching them.”

    He rubbed his stubbled chin in thought. Ludo’s instincts were right. Best not to rush into things, but he felt keenly the prssure of time.

    “This feels like a trap. There is no apparent way on.” he felt the presence of the elf next to him and an idea formed in him mind. Very few things passed the sherp eyes of an elf. “Ahh Prince Hasan. Before any of us venture forth what do your elven eyes see?”

    “Whilst you gaze I shall prepare a sticky incantation that might slow any horrible surprises!”

    Miklos will spend the next few minutes preparing a web spell directly from his spell book.

  3. Maruc

    Maruc quickly dashed the tear from his face and smiled warmlyas colour returned to the dwarf. “What are we to do with you?” he grinned. “No!” he cried as the dwarf tried to sit. “You are in no fit state to move. I command you to rest. Halav has guided you back to the light but you must make the rest of the journey yourself. Be at peace. The others have given chase to Golthar, I have some magic left that will aid them. I must help them if I can. He is a dangerous opponent but I think this might help.

    “Yousef.” Maruc produced a copper piece and addressed the woodsman. “I shall cast a silence enchantment on this coin. No one can speak, or more importantly, cast spells within its aura. Give it to Miklos, he will understand and return at once. Be swift!”

    Maruc summoned the will of Halav Incarnate and blessed the coin in his palm with the aura in which no sound could pass. He handed the coin to Yousef. The woodsman nodded and vanished.

  4. Stephan

    Stephan took stock of the room and its contents. The jackal statues enraged him.

    “Jackals! More cursed jackals!”

    Seeing the mage begin to flip through his spellbook, Stephan huffed and charged into the room running straight for the statues.

    “For Feldard!!!!” he bellowed as he ran heedlessly into what could only be danger. It was clear that he meant to topple the statues and scatter the bits. He was a warrior possessed. Any sense of reason had fled him after the seeing the fallen Feldard.

  5. miklosdostevar

    “But…” Miklos’s voice died in his mouth.

  6. Hasan

    Hasan joined Stephan’s charge, shrugging at the studious mage. The elf filled his slender chest with the chamber’s ancient air and echoed their battle call. “For Feldard!” rang through the chamber.

  7. Ludo

    Ludo, stood back mouth open stupefied, something had happened obviously to Feldard, he was not sure what. Still he would not leave his new friends in danger – he too charged in sword in hand, looking for danger. The statues were unnerving but of the man in the yellow robes there was no sign.

    Maybe he was invisible, or hiding behind the portraits, Ludo went to work searching for hidden doors and other exits from the room.

  8. Feldard

    Feldard felt as weak as a newborn kitten as he struggled to sit up. He ignored the priests protests and just barely managed the seated position, when shouts in his name were heard echoing down the stairs. The dwarf stubbornly rolled to his knees and tried to stand but couldn’t and slumped back to the floor. “Dammit! Go to them Maruc. They need you more than I.”

  9. Maruc

    Maruc looked into Feldards earnest face. He looked across to the stairwell rising toward the sound of ringing swords. He looked back and made a brief nod. “Yousef will be back soon. I am not happy leaving you unattended but you are right. Fairwell.”

    Maruc lept to his feet and sprinted toward the sounds of battle.

    Maruc will assume the ‘sounds of battle’ will stop as Yousef reaches the room as he bears the coin with the Silence 15’R spell on it but he will carry on regardless.

    Breathlessly he made the top of the stairs in time to see Miklos toss the coin into the room at the feet of the statues. He guestured to Yousef to go back to look after Feldard, Yousef nodded and turned to go. Raising his shield he charged soundlessly into the fray.

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