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Completed Chapter IV: Forgotten Sands

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Dina's mysterious friend steps closer. She could feel his breath on her neck as he leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Not that whispering was required, since she was the only one who could see or hear him. Moments later, he disappeared with a smile.


Meanwhile, it turned out to be a mistake to let Laurolf face off against the guardian on his own. The dwarf dodged a deadly blow from the massive stone sword, but only to be hit by the statue's other hand. The hit sent him flying across the room where he crashed into the nearest statue - the impact breaking it to pieces. The torch it had been holding fell down and extinguished, leaving the poor dwarf in a patch of darkness. Some barely audible dwarven curses were the only sign that he was still alive, battered and covered in parts of the wrecked statue he broke.


The angel turned his focus to the next closest target: Meric and Feyn. It was about to go after them, when Henvei launched one of his projectiles of frozen fire at it, but the angel responded fast and blocked the spell with its sword, effectively dissipating the magic. It was about to go after the mage too, who had suddenly become its main priority, but Meric and Feyn were upon it by then, working together in an attempt to bring it down. But the angel was twice their size and nearly as agile, and incredibly durable. The stone that it was made from looked and behaved different than the common rock. In the short time they had to hack at it, they achieved virtually nothing beyond a couple scratches.


While Silverlane watched, he got a relatively good look at the statue from all sides, but there didn't seem to be any obvious weak spots. Aside from the head, of course, which if severed would probably kill it like it did most creatures, as cutting off the limbs would incapacitate it. But it seemed practically impossible to break through such armor, at least with conventional means. Taking a look at the other side of the room Silverlane could see Xenthriss still occupied with the other angel, seemingly with no success at either side - though the drakkar wasn't tireless as the statues probably were.


At that moment Henvei tried another ice spell, and for the second time the angel turned its back to Meric and Feyn in order to block the projectile with the blade of its sword.
 

Tharos Silverlane

The Sword of Ages

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"Blast," the knight heaved as the dwarf was cast aside. Tharos knew that they only way he could find out if they could be destroyed is to reveal a part of his secret. His gloved hand reached out to angel, energy transferring from it to him, slowing the angel down and increasing Tharos's speed. The angel seemed to be going at normal speed in his vision but everything else was accelerated. Due to his command of this form of magic, this was nothing new and he mastered these effects. He ran from his position to the angel that Meric and Feyn were in combat with. With one of his blades sheathed and the other in hand, he leaped, channeling his energy into his blade giving it a glow. He positioned himself in the air with his blade edge ready to swipe. As he came down, he narrowly missed crashing into the guardian as force magic channeled through the blade, striking the neck to cleave the head right off. Tharos could only hope, that is.
 


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Dina, still in her own world, watched as things happened before her. She couldn't even react, this was all happening to fast and she wasn't even sure what to do with the words whispered to her. Dina watched as Tharos moved like no normal human should be able to. He was something special, that much was clear, and more in tune with this place than any of them. At least that's what Ghosty kept saying.
 
Silverlane's attention-drawing action did not kill the guardian, but it wasn't a complete failure. The sword actually cut into the stone making up the neck, but only carved about a quarter way through it - even with the use of force magic. The angels must have been made of sterner stuff than they appeared to. But he provoked an unexpected reaction as well.


"Child of Hellguard!" the angel roared, turning to face his attacker. "You side with these devils?! Then you shall share their fate!"


However, this distraction was just what Henvei needed, using it to launch a third projectile of ice at the guardian and this time hitting, effectively freezing the statue's left shoulder so that it was now encased in ice.


"By the Maker, that's it!" exclaimed Meric, passing a look from Henvei to Tharos. "They have no weakness until we give them one!"


Feyn was already acting on it, jumping off of the statues bent knee to gain reach, then slashing with her drakkar scimitar at the frozen shoulder. The ice cracked, but so did the stone with it, having been deep frozen by Henvei's magical spell. The statue's left arm came down, but instead of shock or pain, all it did was retaliate in the next moment with a slash that beat back both Feyn and Meric - the drakkar was hit by the pommel of the angel's sword, and the elf tried to block with his own weapon which was why he was simply thrown back and not cut in two.
 

Tharos Silverlane

The Sword of Ages

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Hellguard? Before Tharos could react on Meric's words, he witnessed the drakkar known as Feyn cripple the guardian. "Henvei, give me another target!" the knight shouted. He turned back to the guardian, drawing his second blade and ready to act.


Hell. Guard. The runes. The sword! They could not have called him such a thing unless they knew who he was. If he could distract the guardian with questions, he could fulfill two objectives at the same time. "Guardian!" Tharos roared after getting into position behind the statue. "Who is this, 'Child of Hellguard' you speak of? And why do you believe it to be myself? What do you know of me?" He sent a quick glance to Meric as if to tell him to tell Henvei to get that spell rolling.
 
To some surprise, the guardian allowed itself to be distracted again, but it was crucial to use this chance because it might not work for a third time.


"It is my purpose to know the Chosen ones!" said the crippled guardian. "Just as it was the purpose of the Chosen to guard Zvern Azna, and not bring the ilk of demons within its walls!" Its eyes blazed towards Silverlane with golden light, as if scolding him for a sin. He couldn't help feeling guilt despite not fully understanding what he had done wrong. Before the angel could shed more wisdom though, Henvei landed an ice projectile from behind and thus managed to freeze the already damaged neck of the guardian.


"Silverlane, now!" Meric shouted. He and Feyn had not yet recovered from the last blow dealt by the angel.
 

Tharos Silverlane

The Sword of Ages

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Guilt swelled through Tharos but that couldn't stop him. These guardians had been locked away for ages and if they were of his ancient kind, he needed their help now. His head dropped as his power surged through him. He could feel it through his entire system. They were obscuring the path to protect the balance of time. As the Sword of Ages, they had to be removed but A'kal did it reluctantly. "I am protecting this temple, guardian. In a way you wouldn't imagine..." he spoke in his native tongue. He looked up to his opponent, his blades glowing with energy. They began to spin in his hands like rotor blades. He leapt forward and with his spinning blades, struck the guardian's frozen neck like two mechanical saws clashing with force magic behind them.
 
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Dina retreated farther away from the angel statues and her comrades engaged in battle. She wasn't about to get in their way now that they've finally managed to do some damage. What the angel said puzzled her. It seemed that there have been other Chosen, maybe long ago, that Dina guessed were supposed to do the same as those guardian angels. Somehow, the angel thought Tharos was one of them. Dina grew even more curious about this Tharos Silverlane. If they live to continue their journey, she will keep a close eye on him.
 
Golden light fades back to darkness as the guardian's neck breaks and the head rolls away. To someone who just walked in, it would look like a bunch of people were taking it out on stone statues and demolishing them. That is, if there wasn't for the second guardian. The other angel has Xenthriss with his back against one of the pillars, but immediately turns away when the first guardian falls. The statue was probably emotionless even behind its stone helm, but one can hear the disbelief and rage in its voice when it speaks, the same rough, deep roar of the fallen angel.


"Treason! Raziel will learn of this! Even if you leave this place alive, he will not forgive you!"


That said, the angel seemingly abandons his pursuit of whatever devils he was meant to fight, and prioritizes Silverlane as target. Xenthriss doesn't seem to mind, as he finally catches his breath. The statue moved fast across the hall, dissipating an oncoming projectile of ice gracefully with the blade of its sword. Henvei would not have time for another before the foe reaches Silverlane and smites him down.
 

Violet Robbins

The Magpie Archer

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The elf launched a pair of arrows at the remaining gaurdian, hoping to distract the thing from attacking Tharos. She hadn't be able to do much but keep out of the way of the angel's attacks. she hardly looked the part of the brave warrior and as this was only the second battle she had been in with the fellowship, she felt like she had to prove that she could do just as much as the other even without their apparent gifts. So, she sent as many arrows as she could hurling at the angel, hoping that the combined distraction of her and Henvei's attacks would give Tharos the opening he needed.
 
Violet's elven arrows harmlessly bounce off the sprinting guardian. Henvei fires off another projectile that misses this time. With nothing slowing it down, the angel will be upon Silverlane with all its might in a moment. There's time but for a single action to be taken.
 

Tharos Silverlane

The Sword of Ages

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Tharos upheld both of his blades and charged them with force energy. Summoning his power over time, his surroundings seemed to slow down - the angel, Violet, Henvei, everyone and everything. They weren't frozen in time but they were moving at a much slower pace with the same momentum and velocity. The two swords crossed as he released the channeled time energy as well as the force magic in a devastating wave as his blades swept over each other. The wave of energy would have smashed into the guardian's torso and with the amount of energy he exerted into the blast, the ancient statue would have definitely been stalled if not being sent back a small distance.


Tharos wasted no time. He sheathed one blade and held the other with the tip pointing down. Channeling the force magic once more, he leapt in the air to descend upon the angel and drive the blade in the angel's void face. He put most of his remaining energy into this blow. If this didn't work... Maker only knows what hell the guardian would rain down upon them.
 
Offense is the best defense, they say, and Tharos Silverlane turned out a proper example of that on that day in the temple, daring yet another stunt.


The initial attack goes better than expected; the guardian's charge is met with sufficient force and it even staggers with recoil. Seizing the chance with that aerial slash, Tharos manages - half to his own surprise even - to literally drive the business end of his sword into the guardian's helmet, face-side. As he lands on his feet the statue tumbles down alongside him, but it takes another ice projectile from Henvei and a finishing blow from an angry dwarf to end it once and for all. As the dust settles and adrenaline withdraws, Silverlane feels the strain he'd put himself through. He also feels the inquisitive stares from the other members of the fellowship, but no one has time to ask about that, because suddenly a new figure enters the scene.


Actually, he could have been standing there for Maker knows how long, while the Chosen were occupied with fighting the guardians. Now that he'd been noticed, they see the fairly tall man in his off-white robes, gray-haired, positioned by one of the central pillars as if he had come from the western hallway. There's nothing threatening about him, after all if he had meant them harm he could have sided with the angels, and it's obvious that he's not part of the temple by the way he strikes out.
 
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Vittorio Valtieri

The Gentleman Necromancer



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Well, well, well. No time wasted, afterall. No sense swinging a blade without direction, Valtieri thinks as his creased face forms a cheery smile.


"Quite a performance," he says, stepping into the light, hands clasped. "Vittorio Valtieri, at your service - I believe we serve the same end."


He quirks a brow at Dina. "Might I beg the return of my staff? I'm quite powerless without it. Mercifully, the corridor at my back simply leads to an exit, and I was merely without a walking aid." His smile broadens.
 

Tharos Silverlane

The Sword of Ages

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The knight sunk to one knee with the tip of his blade against the ground for balance. He was breathing hard as he kept a watchful eye on gentleman that had just entered the scene. He would have asked a question or two, but he was too exhausted to attempt conversation. He sighed and closed his eyes, letting his head hang and try to relax and cool off from the skirmish.
 
Violet Robbins

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Violet breath a long sigh of relief as she saw the last angel shattered to pieces from the three way attack. She felt better now that the things were taken care; with only a slight feeling of uselessness to remind her of how little she had been able to do. Her moment of calm was broken by the appearance of the newcomer, spinning about at the sound of of his voice. She scanned him, feeling some vague familiarity for some reason. Shrugging it off, she stepped to the side a little, instinctually guarding Dina as she said, "Just one moment there mister. Before we go giving you that staff hope about you answers the question of where in the world did you come from. I don't mean to be rude, but this isn't the usual place to just run into someone. I mean, this isn't exactly an easy place to get into."


As she shield Dina, Violet glanced at the others, not able to not feel some unease after their last encounter. Tharos looked like he was out for the count at this point and pretty much all of them were tired on some level. She and Dina were the only one who hadn't gotten attacked by the angels, so at least they had that potential advantage.
 


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Dina did want to hear Violet's question answered but she did have some thoughts of her own. She didn't see the newcomer as a threat, the exact opposite, in a moment she already thought about exchanging the staff for information. There must be some knowledge to be acuired from this guy. Before doing anything she glanced at Tharos, worried, sadly she couldn't do anything for him at this moment. A tiny spark of hope came and dissapeared instantly. This wizard couldn't know anything about her gift, could he? She wanted to get better at it and somehow thought she wouldn't get anything out of Henvei. With her mind still racing she moved away from Violet, wanting to show this Vittorio Valtieri some trust and good will. She flashed Violet with a look that said 'trust me, I got this'."Dina Ailsa, I offer the same. Though, I would like to know more about you before I hand you back your staff. Quite a beautiful thing, you know how we ladies are." she smiled. This was dangerous, he could as well be an enemy but Dina thought this best. With everyone still recovering from a fight she wanted to give them some time and show a welcoming face to someone who might be able to help them. He didn't attack while they were trying to fend off the angels and this gave Dina some confidence in what she was doing.
 

Vittorio Valtieri

The Gentleman Necromancer



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"Of course, of course - we are most of us here strangers, in a strange land." Valtieri replies, stepping away, hands open and spread in a gesture of conciliation. "I am here in search of knowledge or tools to aid the Resistance. And, not to put too fine a point on it, avoid the Sorceress' retribution for my part in resisting her." He explains, smiling back at Dina, grateful for her show of goodwill.


At least one of them has manners, he thinks.
 


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"Anyone who works against the Sorceress is a friend of mine." Dina said, pleased to hear what she thought of as good news. She approached Vittorio and offered his staff to him. She took a moment to think and after deciding she added: "For I am what is left of the royal bloodline.". Dina thought that the time has come for her to speak openly about her family. The war was breaking out, Ilhirel's forces are strong. People need hope, and even now, weak and useless as she was, she was it. The last one. She must grow and work fast.
 
"Dina!" Meric said, sounding shocked as he abruptly moved to stand by her side as if to protect her from imminent danger.


"That be rite, no one ever asks about the dwarf!" Laurolf grudged. He did take the hardest beating in the battle.


"Or the drakkar." Feyn joined the group that was forming around Dina. She wasn't implying just herself. Xenthriss had been all but forgotten, reminding the group of his existence by casting a threatening shadow as he slowly approached to see what all the commotion was about.


"We don't know who he is, even." Meric was scolding Dina. He couldn't believe she'd just blurt out that she was the heir to the throne of Asgard to the first person they ran into in a dark forsaken temple. "Or do we, Violet?" the elf asked, turning to Violet. Valtieri mentioned the Resistance, so it was possible she'd know. If he was telling the truth.
 

Tharos Silverlane

The Sword of Ages

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Tharos turned and dropped his blade, sitting up against one of the other statues. He was panting heavily with eyes sealed closed. I'm going to be getting a lot of questions. He opened his eyes as the fellowship gathered around Dina to confront Vittorio. Silverlane had heard of the necromancer before but was too exhausted to say anything on the matter. He had heard the name before when talking to another magic user of the Resistance near Ridge. Only once though, no more. Probably for reasons selfish to the gentleman which Tharos (or A'kal, rather) could understand entirely. It mattered not and he closed his eyes again to relax and regain his strength. He would need to exercise his powers more often it seemed so he didn't wear out so easily.
 
"Does it matter? We're still stuck 'ere all the same." said Laurolf, having quickly recovered. "We should be findin' what we came here for, is what we should be doin'!"


"We never met," Violet said at last, "But he's with the Resistance, yes. A necromancer."


"Well that's good enough for me." Meric nodded, deciding against asking more questions. "We're all on the same side, then. I suggest that we work together to solve the mystery of this place. There's bound to be more dangers ahead."


"And what about him?" asked Feyn, who was standing in the back. The drakkar's claw pointed at Silverlane, leaning against an inanimate statue. Heads turned in his direction as she added: "No one wonder at those tricks he pulled off just then?"
 

Vittorio Valtieri

The Gentleman Necromancer



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"I would think it impolite," Valtieri says, leaning on his staff, "to question providence in such a fashion. It would rather seem lives were saved. Consider it professional bias, but I would disinclined to hound a person for the source of power used thus." That said, he peers at the exhausted warrior, a twinkle in his eye.


"Though I must admit some scholarly curiosity."
 


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Dina didn't pay attention to Meric's scolding but was surprised at the lack of reaction to her words from Vittorio. He couldn't just miss something like that. Oh well... she turned her back to Vittorio and eyed everyone from the group. "I have some bandage and gauzes, also there is a bit of salve left for the treatment of open wounds.". Dina said moving toward Laurolf first as he was the closest to her. "After we get a breather I suggest we move farther inside, Tharos will tell us about his powers in his own time, there is no need to rush. I know that this fight was exhausting and that there could be more danger farther along the way but it is of great importance that we get this over with as soon as possible.", she went on trying to sound as encouraging as she could, "Vittorio? If you don't mind, could you tell us what you saw so far?" Dina added with a quick glance over her shoulder.
 
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