Two years ago, I was given a ring by a nearly powerless mage, in a cavern hidden under the city of Rhy'Din. Over time, he'd managed to work into it a basic spell that makes it a sort of pager. He tested it once, and on my end the ring vibrated and gave a slight tug in the direction I would need to go, in the event of an emergency requiring its use.
When I felt the ring buzzing the night before the full moon, I followed it. It was still warm that night, so I had to wind my way through the remaining crowds in the market, feeling the vibrations in the ring growing. That meant I was getting closer. As I passed around a corner, I saw K'lorkanto. He was wearing purple-black robes, with his hood raised to shadow his face, and his posture told me he was in agony. When I rushed toward him, tendrils of black smoke slipped out from beneath his robes and engulfed him. My hands stirred the smoke when I reached for him, and found no purchase. The cloud dispersed as I shot through it, and the buzzing in the ring was diminished, but not gone. He was still in Rhy'Din. South. Something nagged at the edges of my senses as I turned toward the bridge. There was an overturned carriage on the bridge, and the attendant crowd of rubberneckers blocked the way entirely. A slight change of direction, and I ran across the water itself instead, reaching down to snatch out a man who was floundering in the current. Dropping him off on the shore, I raced toward the south gate and saw him again. Putting on a little more speed, my fingertips brushed his sleeve before it vanished into the rising smoke once more.
The buzzing was pointing me northeast now, but I needed to stop a moment to catch my breath. As I stopped in an alley out of sight, I realized that I shouldn't have had to stop. Not yet. Leaning against a wall, I pulled my mask up past my mouth and breathed deep. Trying to ignore the stench of the garbage in the alley, I puzzled over what was happening to K'lorkanto. Whatever it was must also have been tiring me out. It was probably related to his search for a way to regain what power he'd lost, an obsession that had been growing. Tugging my mask back down, I hoped that his quest wasn't going to be his undoing. Pushing away from the wall, I cranked up my speed and tried to catch him before that smoke took him away again.
The smoke was already creeping out of his robes when I reached the alley behind the Dragon, but this time I held by breath as I burst through, missing him once more. Another vanishing act, this time pointing me out of the city, toward the west. I ran out of the city and, with more effort than it should have taken, pushed past the sound barrier. I blew the leaves from the trees as I ran, and likely some small woodland creatures, but I was too late again. Back south, then, with exhaustion pushing at the edge of my consciousness. It took an effort of will to keep placing one foot before the other, but I managed to grab hold of his arm just as the smoky tendrils appeared. I held onto him with what strength I had left, as the smoke snaked around us. He pulled back his hood, and I saw a rictus grin beneath that hawkish nose just before I lost consciousness.
When I felt the ring buzzing the night before the full moon, I followed it. It was still warm that night, so I had to wind my way through the remaining crowds in the market, feeling the vibrations in the ring growing. That meant I was getting closer. As I passed around a corner, I saw K'lorkanto. He was wearing purple-black robes, with his hood raised to shadow his face, and his posture told me he was in agony. When I rushed toward him, tendrils of black smoke slipped out from beneath his robes and engulfed him. My hands stirred the smoke when I reached for him, and found no purchase. The cloud dispersed as I shot through it, and the buzzing in the ring was diminished, but not gone. He was still in Rhy'Din. South. Something nagged at the edges of my senses as I turned toward the bridge. There was an overturned carriage on the bridge, and the attendant crowd of rubberneckers blocked the way entirely. A slight change of direction, and I ran across the water itself instead, reaching down to snatch out a man who was floundering in the current. Dropping him off on the shore, I raced toward the south gate and saw him again. Putting on a little more speed, my fingertips brushed his sleeve before it vanished into the rising smoke once more.
The buzzing was pointing me northeast now, but I needed to stop a moment to catch my breath. As I stopped in an alley out of sight, I realized that I shouldn't have had to stop. Not yet. Leaning against a wall, I pulled my mask up past my mouth and breathed deep. Trying to ignore the stench of the garbage in the alley, I puzzled over what was happening to K'lorkanto. Whatever it was must also have been tiring me out. It was probably related to his search for a way to regain what power he'd lost, an obsession that had been growing. Tugging my mask back down, I hoped that his quest wasn't going to be his undoing. Pushing away from the wall, I cranked up my speed and tried to catch him before that smoke took him away again.
The smoke was already creeping out of his robes when I reached the alley behind the Dragon, but this time I held by breath as I burst through, missing him once more. Another vanishing act, this time pointing me out of the city, toward the west. I ran out of the city and, with more effort than it should have taken, pushed past the sound barrier. I blew the leaves from the trees as I ran, and likely some small woodland creatures, but I was too late again. Back south, then, with exhaustion pushing at the edge of my consciousness. It took an effort of will to keep placing one foot before the other, but I managed to grab hold of his arm just as the smoky tendrils appeared. I held onto him with what strength I had left, as the smoke snaked around us. He pulled back his hood, and I saw a rictus grin beneath that hawkish nose just before I lost consciousness.