Maruc turned to Ludo. “I’ve got to check over Stephan then Feldard.” He stared meaningfully at both injured warriors with a look at brooked no argument. “I suspect our floating mage ran out of buoyancy. My advice would be to ensure he doesn’t relearn it. I also suspect Stephan here would like to discuss in depth his part in the destruction of Pyotr’s Homestead. Equally, we need to know to what he believes the tapestry leads to and more importantly, his involvement in the Sons of Night.”
The dwarf grumbled as half the party darted off into the woods searching for the downed Golthar. He’d best go after them in case the mage still had some trick up his sleeve. He gave a nod to priest. “We’ll be back. See to Stephan and yourself first.” Feldard started off after the others into the woods.
Stephan sat heavily on a fallen log and prayed along with Maruc. His sided ached and he had a searing gash in his shoulder.
Ludo finished trussing up Jolenta and then picking up his sword ran off into the undergrowth looking for the fallen mage. Miklos counted down the seconds and felt the numbing constriction leave his arms and legs. He sprang to his feet and swung his gaze over the field of battle. Someone had been quiet efficient in dispatching the webbed and unconscious foe. He guessed it was Feldard’s work. He was notorious for his lack of compassion as far a non-dwarves were concerned.
Satisfied that the party were not going to be surprised by a resurgent force, he hopped after the rogue. He was about to deal with a mage after all, and there is nothing worse than a mage with no sense of humour.
Hasan grimaced, then smiled. “Stricken no more,” he laughed. The elf followed Miklos as fast as his still-awkward gait would allow.
After some searching they eventually found him lying prostrate on the ground, his body a mess of cuts and by the look of things both legs were broken. Ludo could see he was still alive…just. He advanced towards the wizard, his fear gone; now that he could see that Golthar was helpless and near death.
Golthar sputtered, “What have I ever done to you boy?”
Ludo riffled through Golthar’s belongings, looking for anything of value. He spoke to Golthar “I believe that our mage who is good and just will be able to use your spellbook far better than you, you wretch, you have caused so much pain and suffering. Thankfully your evil ends here. You can die knowing that your plans have come to nought.”
There was no spellbook to be found. Golthar smiled, his secrets would not be so easily found. He gathered his strength to make one last statement. “You meddle with forces you do not understand, boy. You fools may find Hutaaka, but it only bring you deathhhhh…” hH hissed as his last breathe left him.
Ludo searched Golthar’s body. He wore a jade ring that looked quite valuable, and also concealed on his person was a pouch filled with gemstones.
The dwarf was slower at moving though; every muscle and nerve ending in his body still ached from the magic bolts Golthar had cast at him. There was little physical damage he could see but he certainly felt like hell.
Feldard found Ludo and Miklos standing around an already dead Golthar. “Did he have much to say before passing on?”
When the others came back from the downed Golthar, Stephan asked “Was my arrow stuck in his evil hide? I’d like it back.” He staggered to his feet, then went to retrieve the arrow himself.