Cassana was already about to reach the dagger from Ashvell's hips when he grabbed the thick book and stood up followed by two giant steps. He then tossed the book on the female drow, knocking her off her seat. "Bonnie, run!" he shouted to the young lass.
From his peripheral, he saw the archer nock and shoot an arrow that he managed to dodge without a problem. Unflinching, the young driver rushed the drow archer who was just about to nock another arrow. He landed a straight hook to his face, followed by a body blow. The archer evaded the third punch, and quickly changed his stance by dropping his bow and facing Ashvell with his fists above his chin.
Cassana crawled underneath the table, frustrated for failing to grab the dagger on time. She sneaked towards the other end of the room, crouching
Minos and Rei found themselves back on the road, still tugging on their horses instead of riding them. Though they were walking the other direction, facing away from the village, with the sun halfway through the sky behind them. After getting no result from the girl from the inn, Minos came up with another plan to get what he wanted. He met with Duke Owen's son, confident to get more information about Cassana and her family. The inn, and in fact the whole village, sat on land owned by the duke, and he seemed to know her very well. If earlier, he was on the fence whether the red-head was lying or not, he was then close to certain that she indeed was. I'll squeeze the truth out of her,he swore to himself,by any means necessary. "It's the perfect plan!" he kept saying to Rei, which the hoo
Minos stood at the edge of the precipice. Before they left the lodge, the collier told them about thebest viewof Mt. Viziga. They followed his directions, and it led them to this ravine at the edge of the woods. And the man was right. From where he stood, Minos gazed at the mountain and it's perfectly-shaped cone. A streak of cloud shied away revealing its snow-covered peak, which reflects the orange light of the setting sun. "I could get used to this," he whispered. "I don't blame the charcoal-maker for choosing to stay here." Rei stopped right beside him and turned to face the mountain. The young noble placed his arm on the foreigner's shoulder, while he used the other to motion towards the forest and fields that encompass the imposing landmass.
A tender wind swept the clouds and half of the moon peeped out from hiding, like a little child's head looking down at them, watching what they're doing. It illuminated the night enough for Minos and Rei to see the entire manor and what surrounds it. "So..." Minos faced Rei, impressed with himself. "Breaking and entering. That's your expertise, right?" Rei dismissed Minos' comment and went up to the window quietly tapping its iron-framed glass. After a careful study, he pulled out the tools he had hanging by his belt. He rolled out its cloth-wrap over his arm, revealing a diamond-edged glass cutter, a small file, narrow scissors, and lock picks of various sizes. Rei picked up the cutter and worked his way to the glass window,
Cassana dreamt that her mother was alive again. She was in her kitchen, helping prepare a meal for the waiting patrons outside. She stirred a pot and sprinkled down some basil leaves before moving aside and letting her mother take a sip of what she just made. "So, how is it?" She asked her mother. Canae took a sip of the ladle's contents and studied its taste in her mouth. She started coughing, and Cassana stepped away to take a glass of water. When she returned, she found her mother collapsed on the floor, suffering from seizure. She reached for her head to find her eyes white and her mouth bubbling with froth. "Ma! Ma! Help us, please!" she shouted and she screamed, but no one seemed to be listening. "Ma!" She felt a hand ov
With a flick of the drow's hand, all the floating furniture coalesced around the center of the room, and then she smashed them all towards the main door of the manor. "No one leaves this manor until I say so." The drow mage cancelled the spell and then cast another one. One of the linens covering the divans flew towards Cassana and wrapped around her neck. With a motion of the drow's fist, the blanket tightened and lifted her up to the ceiling. Cassana instinctively grabbed on it with her arms, but it wouldn't nudge. Her head began to bloat and the white of her eyes started turning red. "Such determination. Such will. If you were a drow, I would feel bad for you." The mage released her spell and Cassana dropped onto the floor, the white cloth spreading around her leg. She gasped for air and held b
Minos reached the end of the hallway and carefully limped up the stairs, cursing and muttering to himself. Arriving at the top, he continued along the second-floor corridor, shouting for Rei's name under his breath. "Rei!" He twisted one door knob and found it locked. He moved on the next. "Rei! Where are you?" He passed by three more doors, shaking the knob more violent than the previous one. He was ready to kick the next door when the last one he passed by opened and a sharp whistle called out to him. He turned around and found Rei's head peeking out of the room. "There you are," he started limping back. Rei saw his bloody thigh and his head tilted to th
Cassana's eyes could not believe what she was seeing. There on the floor, in the private gallery of Otheric's father, laid her staff. Fashioned from elm wood and measuring five and a half feet in length, it held her focusing stone in its head, made of sapphire synthesized in the frozen tundras of Xian. She had this staff during her second year in The Tower. It was the most expensive thing she had bought at that time, bought from money she earned from working part-time in a saloon in Ad-Nilem. This was her most prized possession, and she did her best to keep it safe. The gemstone it carried was also uncommon in this side of Windcoast, and she doubted if she will ever have the money to replace it with something similar on the chance it gets exhausted. For that reason, she rarely used the staff for her spells, opting instead to use tiny nuggets that she came by cheaply.
"Where is your boss?" Cassana asked the drow. A smile contorted on her face and her wretched scream of anger turned into a maniacal laughter. Cassana looked around. That howl sounded like it came from somewhere nearby. There are wolves in the woods but they never dared to go near the village. Maybe they were chasing a prey that incidentally brought them outside the manor? Yes, that might be it. She tried her best to deny the one other possible explanation for what she heard. She gathered herself and proceeded to trudge through the mess of the gallery.I have to get to Otheric, I have to know he's okay. As she stepped over the collapsed wall that used to divide the room from the corridor, she heard a loud noise coming from upstairs, followed by another; like giant footsteps on a rocky