Moturdrn

[20-Apr-2005]

The leave was nearly up, and soon she'd be expected to continue service to the Army within the lands of Gorimdor. All that was left was to be informed of her new post...
...she knew it wouldn't be quite like the one she once served in... In Akalabeth.
She awoke that morning as usual, early. She readied herself and set off to... the village she decided.
She wasn't expecting the sight on her return...

The door was open, almost off of the hinges, and something else was odd.
That smell... it was back.
She hurried inside and made her way to where she normally hid a stash of reagents... Gone, and although she carried some around on herself, she didn't know what, or how many she may have to face.

She made her way slowly, carefully up the stairs, and heard voices from Koyla's room. Standing beside the frame she listened. She listened to their speech, to their paranoia, to their... fanaticism.

She peered slightly around the frame, before darting back. The sight was worse than expected.
A group, perhaps of 5, dressed within dark robes, and tough... it must have been bone, helms concealed their faces. No doubt their faces with twisted grins. The furniture in the room had been shifted, and some abomination built in the centre, Koyla lay motionless on top of it.

The distress turned to sorrow, turned to fear, turned to anger. Anger which built up within herself. Anger, which she'd channel, in his name... for Raza...

She flung herself around the frame, chanting loudly as she did so, as the 5 stopped and turned sharply, unaware that she was back already.
She heard them mention something, that she was the one from Akalabeth that she would know, she would know and tell, before one fell to the floor, clutching at the bone helm, the effects of the mind blast kicking in.

She kept herself alive, as did they, but slowly as her anger built up, so did her advantage, until...

Fizzle

Her hand darted quickly into her bag of reagents, only a handful remained. This was it...
The 5 advanced, malicious grins on their faces, laughing abruptly.
20 paces...
Slowly they were advancing closer
16 paces...
Pulling her hand from the bag, she looked at what remained
14 paces...
She closed her eyes and took a breath, concentrating within the laughter coming from the 5
10 paces...
She began to chant
The five reached out and grabbed sharply... grabbing thin air.

Opening her eyes, Visko noted the teleport spell had worked; she stood in her own room down the corridor from the room they were in.
Her eyes darted about when she saw it. The pouch of reagents she'd made her way to before. She was unsure why they were here; possibly they had placed them here, assuming she'd not make this far to find out.

The voices became louder again, the laughing distinctive. As she reached out to the pouch, the voices reached it peak. The door, kicked open, revealed them there.
Smash, crash, bash. The noise grew louder; the voices grew louder, the questions. No, the demands, yes demands.
Then, silence.
As a body slowly fell to the floor.


Hurriedly, a group of 5 made their way towards the woods, leaving the house, ablaze, and two bodies near the shrine inside...

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