Mmm ... yes you’re quite right, dying does not enter my immediate plans. The mysterious figure replied to the shade. And I can certainly imagine that you have no wish to die here either, isn’t that right Absinthe? Well you see, your employer may not have been entirely truthful with you. What did he tell you? – That we’re some occult chaos sect and that we need to be removed, right? Well didn’t it seem suspicious to you that he sent unknown mercenaries on such a delicate task, instead of his trusted city guard?
Regardless, as you’re about to see your employer is about to join us very soon, I won’t bother explaining how, I would rather show you...
Quite bewildered, the pair of mercenaries stared at the figure, expecting a trap with every passing moment. Suddenly, garish flames lit up beside the hawk-man at the click of his fingers. Suddenly in the middle of sorcerous fire a dull picture slowly resolved itself out of the chaos of colours. In the flames they saw the very same alcove they visited not so long ago to enter the Tzeenthian labyrinth. Only now the small room was filled with shambling figures. The image resolved further. The shambling figures were in fact distantly elven in appearance. However they were covered with disgusting diseased pustules and the mercenaries could almost feel the nauseating cloud of pestilence coming off them. There were about eight of them, it was hard to tell, all dressed in sickly green rotting robes. They seemed to crawling around the moonlit circle scribing heinous glyphs on the floor and chanting incantations. And in the middle stood a figure of immense proportions, by druchii standards, but his face was still recognisable. It was the regent...
The hawk man waved his clawed hand and the flames disappeared as abruptly as they sprung up.
I’m afraid you’ve been used – as cheap tools, probes to test my defences. And the servants of the pestilent one will come and attempt to slay us all. Still it was as the great eye has foreseen it. But I ask you... what will you do now?
Meanwhile Arkath was still separated from Dhuan and cornered by the three figures. Moving forward one of the cloaked strangers swung at the trainee with his sword. Expecting this, Arkath ducked, sweeping his leg attempting to trip his opponent, while dodging the sword. His kick succeeded in knocking his opponent down, however before he could take advantage f the situation and pounce on his victim, Arkath felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. Cursing loudly he jumped forward, realising that he left himself exposed to the other two swordsmen. However, he was no free and no longer cornered, but his shoulder was bleeding from quite a major gash, it didn’t seem to be too bad, but if he didn’t stop the bleeding, he wouldn’t last too long. With pain and urgency in his eyes he now looked as the hooded figure stood up and threw the cloak over his face. The mercenary couldn’t see too well in the hellish light, but it appeared as if the figure had no face... Suddenly he heard a massive warcry.
While the trainee went for the acrobatic approach, Dhuan did what he did best. He could not let the outnumbering enemies take the upper hand... He aggressively flung his shield in a direction of one of his assailants, whilst lunging out at the other figure. His sword strike was successfully blocked by the mysterious figure, however the ensuring brutal shieldbash directed towards his other adversary could not be blocked... The enemy flew backwards in the direction of Arkath and the others, but it didn’t quite reach him. It appears that the figure raised its sword up in surprise, so now it was quite clear that his arm was badly broken. Still what was strange was that the figure dind’t scream once, but instead just continued rolling on the floor, squirming, silently. Dhuan tried to rush towards it to finish it off, but he was suddenly blocked off by his other opponent. Still he managed to block the blows with his shield, but he was still blocked off from Arkath.
OOC: Hey guys, I will be out of touch for the next 5-6 days as I’m going to go and live in a dark age village near York with my re-enactment buddies. Its a pretty realistic experience of Viking life, so... no internet
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