Ludo, pursued the fleeing mage. He knew he had to catch the mage before he had time to turn and cast more spells. As he ran, he drew his dagger and threw it underhanded at the retreating back of the mage. Unfortunately it missed and clattered against the wall of the corridor. A thought flashed through Ludo mind, he heard the knife clatter, he was outside the spell of silence, things could get ugly now. The good news was that he was fast approaching on the wizard. Again, Ludo yelled out.
“Surrender or die!”
Ludo hoped that the rest of the group was close behnd.
Satisfied that he had done the best he could for Miklos, Maruc lept to his feet summoning the final spell he had in his arsenal. He hoped it would be enough to stop Golthar. He sped after the rogue pausing only briefly to pick up the coin. There probably very little power left to the enchantment but he hoped it was enough. Ludo was already mounting the stairs two at a time. Maruc was just behind him.
Miklos was groggy with inexplicable tiredness. He tried to get his feet under his weight but struggled as his knees gave out.
He idly wondered where Feldard had got to. This stone floor was cold and his eyelids felt heavy. Maybe just a small rest, he thought, then he would feel better. Miklos slumped into unconsciousness.
Hasan joined the pursuit of the fleeing mage, envying Ludo’s lightweight armor as he pushed ahead. The elf sheathed his sword and readied an arrow as he ran.
Stephan was worried about Miklos, but saw the Maruc had done what he could. He followed the others in the chase of Golthar the Fiend. ‘But to not have Miklos with us….’, he worried to himself. ‘You fight a mage with a mage’, is what old Protner used to say back in his militia days. He tripped on one of the steps, losing a half-beat of time. This focused his thoughts to the pursuit and he continued up the stairs.
Yousef tried to argue with Feldard about going after the others but the dwarf with his heavy scowl quickly silenced the complaints. Leaning heavily on Yousef, the dwarf got to his feet, nearly blacking out in the attempt but still refused to see the truth of the situation. Together the two made their way back into the enchanted room.
The gods must have been amused and favored the dwarf and his stubbornness, because mid-way through he stumbled on his axe, which they picked up before continuing on towards the steps.
At the top of the stairs, an explosion sent tiny particles of rock flying into the room. Through the dust, Ludo saw there was now a gaping hole in the wall of the tower. The cleric joined Ludo, and together they witnessed the yellow robed figure of Golthar flying away in the distance.