A week and a half passed without incident and Omar continued with life as usual working the forge by day and the bar by night. Unfortunately on the evening of the twelfth day the drow was waiting for him outside the shop as promised; those bright colored robes replaced with a less bright orange tunic with a belt that had a number of large pouches affixed to it. Beneath the tunic gray breeches were worn that disappeared into tops of black riding boots. A mustard yellow wool cloak and matching pointed hood with lappets and ear holes finished the garish ensemble.
Despite the desire to ground the smiling pointy eared bastard into the cobbles Omar would behave not wanting to grievously injure the only potential healer in their merry band so soon into their journey. Instead the two walked in relative silence to his boarding house to retrieve his pack and change into his gear: a leather brigandine with steel plating, steel and hard boiled leather bracers and spaulders, a heavy leather cloak, a bastard sword held against broad back by a baldric, and an arming sword at his side. The sight was obviously a disappointment to the elfkin but that didn't really bother him.
Following one of the trade roads that followed the aqueduct out of town the pair met up with the rest of their compatriots. Other than a few extra packs amongst them most of the others wore the same garb as the night they meet though the light fare of the smith seemed to disappoint the others as well" save for the mage whom seemed to have chosen the man to be her buddy regardless of his disinterest. And so the "merry' band would set out along the trade road traveling west across the plains and into the mountains. It wouldn't be till a week into their journey that they would abandon the cart and most the extra mounts to cut off the road and into the wilderness that surrounded the mountain.
Upon the thirteenth night Omar busied himself as he did every evening tending to the fire pit. Nearly two weeks had passed and hardly two dozen words of note had been exchanged amongst any of the others in the party, each whiling the days away in their own thoughts or making idle banter and it seemed tonight would be no different. There was a certain uneasiness in the air born of an almost palatable lack of trust amongst the five individuals; they each may have had a stake in this little endeavor, but they only viewed each other as liabilities.
Omar sat on the far side of the fire from the others prompting the young mage to move over to him sitting with a smile. Lorent of course made his usual note of this. "Well now, looks like your little crush has found you you old hound you. Har!"
Raina glared at the man though the indignation in her eyes had worn to a mere annoyance over the past few weeks. "Go fall off a cliff idiot."
And this always drew a barking laugh from the hunter which had remarkably kept all it's grating quality throughout the trip. Omar glanced over to the thief and the drow who simply sat and watched the shenanigans with amused smiles on their faces. Other than the mages endearment with him those two were the next closest. Thick as thieves would be the bad pun though Omar suspected the woman was simply trying to work on the good graces of the one with the money.
The sudden end of the hunters barking laugh would bring Omar's attentions back to the man who stared at him' or more correctly past him, a wolfish grin curling upon his lips. "So old man, how good of a warrior are you?"
His expression remained that stoic disinterest as he shuffled lightly, staring at the hunter. "Like I've said, I'm not a warrior. Just a smith that knows how to fight."
"Ah, too bad, but looks be you ought improve in short order, yes?" Raina looked between the two men in confusion and then to the thief who's smile had waned.
"Uh' what are you two??" She wouldn't get the chance to finish her sentence as Omar lurched to the side, earth flying as he spun around into a crouch to face the tree line behind him, those emeralds scanning over the dancing shadows cast by the firelight. Over the surprised yelp of the mage he could hear Lorent do the same though this would be followed by a loud snap, groan, and twang as the man knocked and let loose an arrow into the gloom of the forest. A wet thunk and a half surprised half pained yelp would tell that Lorent found his target, the sound bringing forth the charge of figures from amongst the trees who descended with blades in hand.
From that crouch Omar exploded forward towards the first figure that crossed from the treeline. The attackers wore black leather armor and hoods which obscured their faces with little else telling of their identities, though that was really a question for after the threat of bloody murder was past. The closest attacker raised their blade as they charged to strike down the smith, the hard crossing slash dodged with a spin as Omar drew his arming sword only to sink its tip into the assailant's side as he passed. The attacker gasped as they grasped at their side turning to face the smith but the action was too slow, Omar had already turned about his blade arcing before the attacker biting through the leather hood to the throat beneath. The hooded figure gurgled as they dropped their sword, both hands clutched at their throat trying to stay the tide of life that ebbed from the wound as they collapsed.
Omar glanced once more to make sure the fallen stayed where they fell before he turned to the next who befell him, swords crossing and catching with a sharp twang. The attacker tried to push away, stepping back to gain leverage but Omar gave them no quarter as he pushed forward against the perpetrator. He shoved the assailant off balance, forcing open their stance before he drew his blade across the attackers face bringing out a sharp cry, their sword brought up in a panic to defend their face. This of course was taken advantage of as Omar drove the point of his blade into their exposed core drawing it out to the side causing the attacker to spin as they collapsed grasping to hold their viscera in place. The wound was not quickly lethal, but the point driven between the ribs and through the assailant's heart would help to speed them on their way.
The remaining two attackers that had set upon the smith now hung back uneasily. Omar watched the two as they warily separated, each walking a different direction around the large man to try and flank him. Rather than try to watch both Omar took the opportunity to assess the rest of the situation, those emerald eyes turning back towards the camp to see the fate of the others.
Lorent smiled like a madman as he continued to let loose arrows with surprising speed, dodging and riddling his would be attackers with shots to a varying number of strategic and painful locations. Ana seemed to be holding her own as she staved off a couple of attackers with daggers in each hand, her strikes and dodges fluidic and graceful as she killed her adversaries with a hundred pokes and cuts. The drow, despite their lack of weapons, seemed to be doing well for themselves as they dodged, avoided, and directed their attacker about the small clearing until finally striking, turning the poor bastards blade upon themselves before impaling it into the shadow of that cowl. And Raina" the girl scrambled along the ground avoiding the fighting as she moved towards her belongings apparently ignored by the attackers.
Assured of the continued existence of his traveling companions Omar turned back to the foes at hand as the one before him lunged with steel forward. It was a reckless attack which was easily knocked to the side with his blade as the smith turned to face the true threat behind, blade rising to meet the others halting the cut aimed to remove his head from top of his shoulders. Omar closed in, blades scraping as he pried the attackers form open to allow his free hand to cut upwards viciously into the shadowed jaw sending the assailant reeling back. He'd start to move in for the kill when he'd feel a hard thump at his side, the other attacker obviously trying to cut into him though the steel plates of the brigandine easily held off the poorly thought out attack. Omar rolled with the cut to his side, letting the blade bite harmlessly across the steel plates as he turned to face the attacker. The assailant had obviously noted the lack of result of his cut as they drew back to try another lunge, this one parried just as easily as the last thanks to the obvious discrepancy in strength between the two. Having the inside line Omar would step in, sword striking down into the shoulder of the attackers sword arm, his blade cutting through the unenforced leather with ease as it drove into the flesh and bone beneath. The attacker cried out as they involuntarily dropped their sword, hand grabbing at the smiths swords which was already drawing out only to stab down a few more inches into the figures chest. A twist was given for added damage before he sent a booted heel into the figures stomach freeing them from his blade as they sprawled into a heap on the forest floor.
Now to finish the other one though as Omar turned a high pitched squeal would snap his attention back to the camp and the young mage who made the sound. A lone attacker had finally taken note of the mage who was scurrying along the ground, his blade held high as he closed for the kill. Thought left him as his large form wrenched towards the attacker, the blade in hand launched forwards the assailant. He didn't have much hope that such a foolhardy move would actually kill the attacker but if only it granted him time to close. His feet tore at the foliage and earth to gain footing as he watched the blade ineffectually spin through the air, the attacker staving off the flung object with their free arm.
"NO!" Omar's voice roared out as the attackers blade fell. He could do nothing more but watch the arc of that blade as time slowed, Raina staring up at the coming doom. But suddenly the attackers form jolted, that blade slowing as the figure began to arch their back unnaturally. The reason became apparent as they turned slowly, the crimson stained point of a dagger which poked out from the cowl of the attacker glistened as it caught the light of the fire. The thief navigated the attacker like a grotesque puppet by that blade through their throat and another inserted into their lower back, turning them away from the mage before throwing their dying form off to the side.
And then the smith began to breath again, time catching up with him as he stumbled to the ground. The temporary relief was short lived though as a sharp, burning pain exploded in his shoulder; the forgotten attacker driving their blade between the steel plates and through the leather backing. Instinctively he lurched forward as he turned pulling his shoulder free from the blade as he faced his attacker who already drew back for another stab. His empty sword hand rose to deflect the next attack, bracer used as a make shift buckler to parry the thrust though he knew this strategy was going to fail soon as the attacker had all the advantage. Omar's mind raced for a solution when suddenly the smell of burning air washed over him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he felt the air around him become charged and agitated.
"Omar!" It was that same soprano that had squealed in fear earlier but this time it was determined, and that only meant one thing when dealing with mages. He would abandon any defense as he turned to flatten himself against the ground just avoiding the gulch of flames that ferociously burst forth above him enveloping the attacker. He pressed his face down into the cool earth to avoid the blaring heat as he held his breath against the vacuum created by the vortex of magically summoned flames. The screams of the attacker faded against the deafening roar of the flames, and after what seemed like an eternity all sound would cease save for the pounding of blood in his ears. He'd keep his face buried a moment or two longer before lifting his head tentatively to gulp in a much needed breath, those emeralds snapping open to take in the aftermath. The others stood in shock as they stared at the young girl who held her staff before her, the tip still glowing a bright orange. Hazarding a look behind him Omar could see the cone of destruction caused by the magical fire, the trees burnt black much like the charred remains of the attacker who still held the remnants of a sword" or at least the part that had not melted into a puddle of slag at their untouched feet. Omar gave the statue like figure a nudge with his boot causing the charcoal figure to crumble apart. Another look back to the mage would catch her beaming with pride at the devastation she had wrought.
Lorent grinned annoyingly as he slung his bow back across his back, whistling in a glib manner. "Hells that was a potent bit of flame for a kid as you, and look, the old one isn't even cooked either!" He barked a laugh at this garnering a murderous glare from the mage, his laughter faltering only when she pointed the red glowing end of her staff at the man.
Rushing past the two, Bardiin closed in on the smith as he slowly rose to his feet. "Omar! Your injured!" Those angular features were contorted into a look of concern as the drow offered the man a hand which was simply brushed aside as he stood.
"It's not bad." He rolled his injured shoulder slightly, wincing as it complained at the movement. Those emerald eyes scanned his surrounding but it seemed the shadows held no more surprises" or at least any that wished to try their luck.
"That's not the point, we need to dress that!" By this point the drow looked frantic, Raina joining them as she rushed over. "You're injured!?"
Omar didn't have time for this as he pushed past the drow and mage taking long steps to close the distance to the other side of the camp. "In a bit' Hey, Lorent, did any of yours survive?"
The hunter quirked his brow at the smith before that lopsided grin of his curled on his features, shoulders lifting in a shrug. "Sorry friend but much as you I don't kills to maim, I kills to kill."
Omar scoffed at this though he couldn't exactly argue that point as he had made sure that all that crossed blades with him didn't get the chance to again? well, except for the one that Raina had done the honors for. A grumbled curse would begin to rise when suddenly the thief spoke up, her tone serious "I've one here."
All attention snapped to the thief who knelled over a downed figure, her dagger pressed against their throat. Pulling back on the cowl and the cloth mask beneath revealed a middle aged drow with their head shaven and a white splotch of paint drawn up their brow. Crimson eyes stared up in defiance at the woman who simply pressed the dagger harder into their ebon skin.
Everyone hurried to crowd about the felled one as Ana cut slightly into the drow's throat. "Tell me, who are you and why have you attacked us?"
The drow smiled showing stark white teeth against his ebon flesh as he responded....gibberish. Omar looked to Bardiin finding the priest contemplative. "What did he say?"
"Nothing useful I'm afraid, something about....sullying mothers and other trite threats."
"Right?" The man scratched at his goatee in contemplation. "So, do you know them?"
Bardiin gave him an incredulous look. "Not all drow are related."
Omar shrugged lazily, at once regretting the habit as his shoulder yelled of it's still stabbed state. He turned his attention back to Ana as she had moved her dagger up to one of those vermillion eyes, a dark expression crossing her face. "I asked who you are and why you attacked us."
But the captive simply laughed, that smile remaining on its face before vanishing in a flash as they spat at the woman. She apparently didn't take kindly to this as without hesitation she'd turn the blade in hand driving it through one of the captive's pointed ears pinning it to the ground. Raina gasped as she hid her face from the display, Bardiin looking away as they moved behind Omar to try and work on stanching the ooze of blood from the hole in his armor. The captive screamed out a string of gibberish that was likely more cursing judging from the angered tone and lack of commentary from Bardiin.
"Not much good they be hmm?" Lorent said as had sauntered over to one of the bodies of the other attackers unmasking the corpse to be another drow with the same markings. The hunter lazily patted about the corpse giving tugs here and there as he shuffled about the leather garb that they wore. That wolfish grin of his waned a little. "Not much good any of them be, not a thing on 'im save his clothes."
"Not even a scabbard?" Omar noted as he looked at the other scattered corpses. Whoever they were they had to have camp nearby. "Bardiin" how far off are we from this castle, temple place we're going too?"
He felt the hands that pressed against his shoulder ease up some in hesitation, the drow obviously catching on to his line of thinking. "Um, about a day away now."
"Hmm, I see. And you really don't know this drow?"
"I already told you all drows?"
"That's not what I mean and you know it!" The smith snapped as he turned to glare at the drow. The priest shrank back from the ferocity of the statement.
"N..no, I do not know whom these attackers are?"
"Could they be what "befell" the previous team of explorers?"
Those angular features twisted in a cross between indignation and aggravation. "No, I don't believe so."
"But if they be some cult that has taken refuge in the castle?"
And now it was the drow's turn to snap back at the smith. "They can't be taking refuge in the castle, I know it is still untouched! The others in my order assured me that the wards that were put in place still hold. And we only lost touch with the team before ours until after they were in the castle, not before. I know what you are trying to insinuate Omar but I have no knowledge of who these people are or why they are here and if you don't trust that then I doubt anything I could say will sway you." Omar continued his glare as the elfkin proclaimed his innocence, the attention of the others gathering upon them. Raina looked between the two frantically before trying to step between them.
"Omar" I think Bardin's telling the truth." The smith looked down at the young girl who gave him a pleading look in return. He'd begin to ignore the girl's pleas for peace when a surprised yelp and a grunting curse in gibberish came from behind. Snapping about Omar saw the thief leaping back from the drow who had gotten hold of their dropped weapon, swinging it wildly with its less injured arm. Omar began to close in on the gibbering drow, the emeralds tracking the restricted movement of the blade when suddenly something blurred before his eyes and the drow ceased it's flailing as it's head snapped back into the ground driven there by an arrow.
Emerald glare tracked back to Lorrent who offered a sheepish grin as he slung that bow over his shoulders once more. "There were still questions to ask!"
The hunter shrugged lackadaisically. "Didn't seem like they were much for talking only cursing no?"
The thief stepped forward now, ire burning in hazel eyes as apparently the only thing injured by the sudden attack was her pride. "I can be very persuasive when I want to be?"
"Ha! That's I don't doubt but would our only interpreter have been up to the task?" Lorent grinned though without any of that typical droll mirth.
The two men and the woman turned their attention to Bardiin whose ashen hands rose in agitation. "Oh not you two too! Look?"
But it didn't seem like anyone was keen on listening as voices erupted in chorused argument. Their voices carried out through the gloom of the night as each bickered with and berated the others regardless of the morbidness of their surroundings. As it seemed the four would soon come to blows a new voice rose up resounding over the cacophony piercing the quiet night.
"ENOUGH!" A loud crack followed the sharp order as the mage stabbed her staff into the earth, a wave of energy causing the sticks and leafs in a three foot circle around the staff to leap away with quite a few burning. The squabbling ceased as all eyes turned on the girl who glared back at each of them, steely gray eyes burning.
Omar raised his hands in a palliative manner. "Look, Raina?"
"I said enough!" Omar shied back from the girl who bristled. "I will not have you lot tear each others throats out, not when we are almost to our cursed destination! Now Bardiin wouldn't say our destination isn't intact if it weren't?"
The drow relaxed a little as at least one of them seemed to side with them, but no one else seemed convinced as Ana spoke up. "Look darling, I know you want him to be right but?"
"But nothing! We are but a days travel away and we'll have our answer then. If Bardiin was lying then we can gut and incinerate him then but there is no point bickering about it now!"
And now the drow looked worried again. As for the others they looked about uncomfortably as well, a few feet shuffling before a generally apprehensive agreement on those terms was given. The mage nodded firmly, the flopping of her pointed hat would have been comical if not for the fact that she still looked two steps away from immolating the next person to step out of line. "Alright, now Bardiin tend to Omar's shoulder, the rest of you check the bodies for anything of import or value and stack them up."
Everyone grumbled approval before separating to their tasks. As it turned out most of the assailants were drow and marked in the same manner as the other save for a couple of humans, one of whom were just the pair of boots. None of assailants had any more on them save the cloths on their back and the iron swords they carried in hand. Finishing the tasks at hand the group stood back as the mage let loose her anger and aggravation in another deluge of flames which consumed the corpses, a burnt acrid smell filling the night air. By the time that she'd exhausted her ability to drive the magical flame the mound of corpses was little more than a pile of burning pieces.
Having had enough of the oppressive atmosphere Omar opted for a change of scenery, offhand grabbing his arming sword from where it lay as he wandered off. He rolled his shoulder experimentally; the alchemical poultice and bandaging that Bardiin had applied already alleviating the pain and stiffness of the wound. The drow had told him that it would be a few days before his shoulder was fully healed which worried the smith. Despite the elf's and mage's words he couldn't shake the feeling that more trouble awaited the plucky band at the castle, and that this trouble was organized and violent. He brooded over these doubts as he set about cleaning his blade and mending his armor, the worry all but a dull nagging before he headed off for bed but it still persisted. The group may have proven their capability, but it seemed that trust was still a luxury none of them had to spare.
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Petar stared lazily in silence as the fourth log that he had fed to the hearth crumbled, spent of its fuel. The two youths stared at him for a long moment waiting for the older man to continue before the girls patience finally gave. "Umm, Petar?"
"Hmm' Oh' righ", righ", well, i" bae time ta "ead off fer bed now." He rolled his neck and shoulders languidly as arms stretched overhead. He didn't have to look at the girl to imagine the expression upon her face.
"But, the story! We're just about to get to the castle! You can't stop here! Do you need more payment"!" You've drank nearly a bottle of whiskey in just one sitting!"
The girl continued to rant as he finished his stretch, a sidelong glance cast to confirm his suspicions" yup, barely contained outrage marred the girls features while a simply dumbstruck expression held on the elf's face. He'd let the girl rant a little more before he raised a gloved finger to her face to quiet her. She jerked back, that outrage almost turning to action till she caught sight of the stern, steady gaze that he cast. He let the moment sink in before continuing. "As I said" bae time fer bed. I'm old an' I'm tired an' a tha rate this bae goin" I'd be at this till past the roosts rising."
The girl sank back, an uneasy look cast to her companion who shrugged apparently lost for words. A slight humph at the elves lack of helpfulness before she'd turn her attention back to the man, her expression shifting as she prepared to change tactics. Petar cut her off as he wagged his finger side to side. "I'll nae "ear another word on tha matter. If"n ye wish ta "ear tha rest o' this little tale ye know were I'll bae on the eve" o' tha' marrow. Granted o' course Hannelore's generosity continues unto tomorrow?"
Those azures cast a sly look to the tendress who would return a dirty glare to little avail" teach her to stick her nose in others business. The curvy woman looked to raise a complaint when she caught sight of the pleading looks from the two youths. She struggled valiantly to try and say no' but the burning gaze of the two destroyed any resistance she may have had. Giving up she tossed her hands up in the air in surrender. "Alright, alright' I'll bribe the conniving codger tomorrow."
"Don' bae cheap wi' it' I provide quality entertainmen's!" Petar grinned at the woman who looked ready to throw the glass in hand at those time weathered features. A wink of his own given to add insult to injury before those azures turned back to the youths who looked amongst themselves with mild guilt. Ah, they knew exactly what they had done and felt guilt at it' but not enough to stop them. He smirked lightly to himself as he lazily rose to his feet, large form turning for the door.
"So it's a promise, right' You'll continue your story tomorrow evening?" The young elf seemed to have found his voice again. Petar simply waved off the question dismissively.
"Aye, aye, fin" mae tomorrow in fine spirits an' I'll continue. Ye "ave my word." He looked down at the two who seemed to have gotten over their guilt quickly, their expressions full of excitement' ah to be young. With a mild backwards wave offered to the two and the tendress he ambled across the commons and to the door not pausing to catch any of the farewells. Letting the door close behind him he'd pull his leather cloak a little closer to his large form, azures lazily wandering up to the crescent moons that hung high in the sky.
"Hmm' Yylginfras?? He muttered the name under his breath letting it ring softly in the cool night's air. Another look up at the moons and his expression sank into that stoic frown of his as he'd journey off into the night for his home.