Something tells me I would have been able to shoot down that Alice escape pod. I'll just pretend I was planning on letting her go.
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The instant Keystone made a move, the crossbows twanged sending bolts at the monk. None of them hit the large man, the four bolts striking the wizards instead. With horror in their eyes, the Red Wizards watched the bolts go through their magical defenses, leaving holes in their robes as if their bodies were nothing but air. The burly guards reacted quickly for their size, but had no hope of catching the agile monk, opting to try and shield the dead wizards from more attacks. The escaping prisoner was the last of their thoughts as the assailants focused their efforts on the burly guards, more crossbows plunging through the plate armour as if it was made of parchment.
None of the assassins seemed to pay any attention to Keystone, but he could feel the eyes on him as he sped down the alley. A few shadows seemed to move as he ran past them. Soon, all of the alleys sounds were drowned out by the sounds of a fight near the merchant's castle, the ring of swords and crackle of spells carrying far across the city. The guards were clearly too busy to bother chasing their initial target, if any were still standing after the first few salvos.
The city came to life as news spread that the attack was over. Passing some crossing alleys, Keystone could see the street he initially came from: guards were running back and forth, yelling instructions and cleaning up the bodies with some wizards. Nobody seemed to pay the running monk any heed.
Soon, the streets were once again teeming with life, if one didn't pay attention to the occasional procession of monks and guards carrying bodies of fellow combatants, as well as zombies, out of the city for burial. One such group consisted of weary guard veterans, carrying upon their shields a familiar face. Raa, the half orc paladin, had more than a dozen deep cuts and bruises along his chest, neck and legs, but his face was still pristine and bore a slight smile. The paladin was no longer bleeding, his blood spilled on the stones of the same street Keystone had fought. The guards carrying him were grim faced, but stood tall, allowing no-one to touch the body.
Back at the Xiang Temple, GrandMaster Shein-Fang watched the bone fragments he had picked up, turn to dust in front of his eyes.
None of the assassins seemed to pay any attention to Keystone, but he could feel the eyes on him as he sped down the alley. A few shadows seemed to move as he ran past them. Soon, all of the alleys sounds were drowned out by the sounds of a fight near the merchant's castle, the ring of swords and crackle of spells carrying far across the city. The guards were clearly too busy to bother chasing their initial target, if any were still standing after the first few salvos.
The city came to life as news spread that the attack was over. Passing some crossing alleys, Keystone could see the street he initially came from: guards were running back and forth, yelling instructions and cleaning up the bodies with some wizards. Nobody seemed to pay the running monk any heed.
Soon, the streets were once again teeming with life, if one didn't pay attention to the occasional procession of monks and guards carrying bodies of fellow combatants, as well as zombies, out of the city for burial. One such group consisted of weary guard veterans, carrying upon their shields a familiar face. Raa, the half orc paladin, had more than a dozen deep cuts and bruises along his chest, neck and legs, but his face was still pristine and bore a slight smile. The paladin was no longer bleeding, his blood spilled on the stones of the same street Keystone had fought. The guards carrying him were grim faced, but stood tall, allowing no-one to touch the body.
Back at the Xiang Temple, GrandMaster Shein-Fang watched the bone fragments he had picked up, turn to dust in front of his eyes.
You decide, you're passing said alley.
The moment Keystone started the internal monologue, the Red Wizard to his right snapped his head towards the monk, studying him with narrow eyes. Kaylee receded into his mind, but seconds passed and the wizard didn't make any attempts to talk to or stop Keystone. But she never left his mind and Keystone soon felt her presence grow again.
"What other voice? I am the only one here, Keystone," the spirit replied with a high pitched voice. "You, me and that filthy cage you carry on you." Kaylee seemed to recede for a bit, and when she came back Keystone's muscles once again became light and fast, his battle weariness gone in an instant. "You must escape, Keystone. To continue will spell doom for us both." As quickly as she came into his mind, Kaylee was gone, his mind completely vacant.
Meanwhile, the procession with the monk in tow had passed two of the three alleys left before the Merchant's Castle gates. The mages surrounding Keystone became increasingly more agitated, glancing every way but to their prisoner. Many eyes were watching the group now, a fair few of them unfriendly. The presence of a foreigner didn't help matters. Guards at the Merchant's Castle were on high alert, driving back the increasing traffic of people.
On a nearby roof, four hooded figures hefted loaded crossbows, waiting for their target to pass the alley.
"What other voice? I am the only one here, Keystone," the spirit replied with a high pitched voice. "You, me and that filthy cage you carry on you." Kaylee seemed to recede for a bit, and when she came back Keystone's muscles once again became light and fast, his battle weariness gone in an instant. "You must escape, Keystone. To continue will spell doom for us both." As quickly as she came into his mind, Kaylee was gone, his mind completely vacant.
Meanwhile, the procession with the monk in tow had passed two of the three alleys left before the Merchant's Castle gates. The mages surrounding Keystone became increasingly more agitated, glancing every way but to their prisoner. Many eyes were watching the group now, a fair few of them unfriendly. The presence of a foreigner didn't help matters. Guards at the Merchant's Castle were on high alert, driving back the increasing traffic of people.
On a nearby roof, four hooded figures hefted loaded crossbows, waiting for their target to pass the alley.
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"There are clerics that can heal you if you are truly hurt. Stop with your tricks and don't attempt any funny business while you are under escort!" the small man bellowed, put off by watching the monk lean on air as he mocked them. The Red Wizards busied themselves with spells, probing the monk for any protective or offensive magic, but finding none. Kaylee eluded their attention with a practiced ease, the sword still invisible and seemingly immaterial as the guards passed right through it.
The burly guards surrounded Keystone, grunting insults or words of gratitude, Keystone couldn't tell. When the monk hesitated, they didn't tarry to nudge him ahead. The procession moved rapidly through the streets, the guards and wizards wasting no words on their prisoner-in-all-but-name, but Keystone did feel the healing glow of a spell wash over him when the battlefield, with the most onlookers, vanished behind them.
A large castle loomed in front of Keystone, a fortress that even the most clever thief would find a challenge to enter. Many flags flew on its towers, and many more guards were standing in front of the building, unblemished by fights or weather.
The group passed a couple of dark alleys on the way to the castle, and Keystone could feel Kaylee goading him to tear away from the escort and bolt into the alleys. Several more such opportunities would present themselves before the group reached the castle.
Many eyes were upon the moving group, but none of them matched the intensity of a pair that seemed to bore right through Keystone to focus on the illusion that only he and the monk could see. The sound of gritting teeth carried far down the alley, but the source was no longer there when the procession passed it.
"There are clerics that can heal you if you are truly hurt. Stop with your tricks and don't attempt any funny business while you are under escort!" the small man bellowed, put off by watching the monk lean on air as he mocked them. The Red Wizards busied themselves with spells, probing the monk for any protective or offensive magic, but finding none. Kaylee eluded their attention with a practiced ease, the sword still invisible and seemingly immaterial as the guards passed right through it.
The burly guards surrounded Keystone, grunting insults or words of gratitude, Keystone couldn't tell. When the monk hesitated, they didn't tarry to nudge him ahead. The procession moved rapidly through the streets, the guards and wizards wasting no words on their prisoner-in-all-but-name, but Keystone did feel the healing glow of a spell wash over him when the battlefield, with the most onlookers, vanished behind them.
A large castle loomed in front of Keystone, a fortress that even the most clever thief would find a challenge to enter. Many flags flew on its towers, and many more guards were standing in front of the building, unblemished by fights or weather.
The group passed a couple of dark alleys on the way to the castle, and Keystone could feel Kaylee goading him to tear away from the escort and bolt into the alleys. Several more such opportunities would present themselves before the group reached the castle.
Many eyes were upon the moving group, but none of them matched the intensity of a pair that seemed to bore right through Keystone to focus on the illusion that only he and the monk could see. The sound of gritting teeth carried far down the alley, but the source was no longer there when the procession passed it.
Oi, people, how are those posts coming along?
The battle on the streets ended with a decisive victory for the defenders, but that fact could not hide the terror and disgust upon the faces of the tired warriors and mages. They had watched more than a quarter of their numbers fall this afternoon. Surprising was the complete lack of civilian casualties until the main battle broke out, as the zombies did not attack anyone besides guards and wizards.
With coordinated precision, the monks started organizing the piles of zombies for the priests to sanction, preventing resurrection, as the wizards started on restoring some of the broken houses and pavement stones.
Nobody seemed to notice the sword lying on the pavement. A wizard nearly tripped over it, shrugging and not paying any further attention to the item. Keystone felt a strong mental presence as he approached and grabbed the sword. Kaylee flooded his mind with gratefulness, but Keystone could now also feel that she was much stronger, rivaling even his own mind.
"Thank you, Keystone," a deep, decidedly not female voice echoed in his mind. It quickly changed into a much more feminine "Thank you.". The mental presence rapidly retreated to the back of his mind as Keystone heard footsteps behind him. Shein-Fang paced next to Keystone, gave the monk a curt bow, his face a grim scowl. The Grandmaster picked up a few of the metal fragments that used to be Glith and paced away, tending to the wounded with the rest of the monks.
"You, monk, hold it right there!" came a shout behind Keystone. A trio of Red Wizards floated towards him, accompanied by four half orc guards a foot taller than Keystone and led by a stocky man half his height wearing nobleman's robes. "You are requested at the Merchant's Council for endangering our fair city!" the stocky man yelled with a voice far too big to be his.
With coordinated precision, the monks started organizing the piles of zombies for the priests to sanction, preventing resurrection, as the wizards started on restoring some of the broken houses and pavement stones.
Nobody seemed to notice the sword lying on the pavement. A wizard nearly tripped over it, shrugging and not paying any further attention to the item. Keystone felt a strong mental presence as he approached and grabbed the sword. Kaylee flooded his mind with gratefulness, but Keystone could now also feel that she was much stronger, rivaling even his own mind.
"Thank you, Keystone," a deep, decidedly not female voice echoed in his mind. It quickly changed into a much more feminine "Thank you.". The mental presence rapidly retreated to the back of his mind as Keystone heard footsteps behind him. Shein-Fang paced next to Keystone, gave the monk a curt bow, his face a grim scowl. The Grandmaster picked up a few of the metal fragments that used to be Glith and paced away, tending to the wounded with the rest of the monks.
"You, monk, hold it right there!" came a shout behind Keystone. A trio of Red Wizards floated towards him, accompanied by four half orc guards a foot taller than Keystone and led by a stocky man half his height wearing nobleman's robes. "You are requested at the Merchant's Council for endangering our fair city!" the stocky man yelled with a voice far too big to be his.
The knight raised an invisible eyebrow to regard the monk from afar, never stopping the spellcasting. Within his helmet, a blue outline of a mouth appeared in front of his lifeless teeth. He stared at the human with nothing less than a wicked grin as he finished the spell. The inscriptions in his finely crafted armour started glowing, barely masking the many cracks that appeared in it. Keystone could spot the bones inside the armour. Struggling against the force of the magic, Glith took a step forward towards the monk.
The sun was past its zenith, but the street lit up with the flashes of lightning, arcing at the undead from all sides. They impacted and were absorbed by the glowing armour as Glith broke into a full on run, charging Keystone with the sword still on his back. More magic and missiles struck the running form, yet again to no avail. As he approached the enclave, many more red robed wizards appeared behind Keystone, falling into casting as soon as they took note of the threat. The barrage flew towards Glith, striking with audible force his cracked armour no longer absorbing spells. With a grunt, the armoured undead came to a halt halfway to Keystone, standing upright and proud.
"Do you think she's telling you the truth, Keystone?" he yelled. More cracks appeared in the old armour, plates falling apart. The magic that it had absorbed earlier, now exploded out of the inscribed plates and struck back at its original source, striking the many spellshields the casters had set up to protect themselves, but also eliciting the occasional yell as their own magic overwhelmed the defences and struck the wizards down.
Glith scowled at Keystone as he slowly fell apart, more and more spells and magical bolts impacting his immobile form. When a fireball struck the almost completely exposed skeleton, it simply exploded, raining bone fragments on the pavement. A few wizards cheered, but were quickly drowned out by the cries of victory coming from the many soldiers, charging at the horde of zombies that quickly filled the field. Many wizards were low on spells, opting to use their last slots to leave the battle safely.
The only thing remaining of the undead knight, was the large two handed sword lying on the pavement where he had stood. The seemingly endless supply of zombies quickly swarmed the defenders, tying everyone up where they stood. Half a dozen of them shuffled towards the monk. Amongst the forms, he could recognize a tall, hunching form. Erepar shuffled towards him, half his face missing, his skin pale and sliced off in several places.
All around Keystone, the battle exploded anew, the city guard, monks and Red Wizards fighting a stream of zombies that just wouldn't end.
The sun was past its zenith, but the street lit up with the flashes of lightning, arcing at the undead from all sides. They impacted and were absorbed by the glowing armour as Glith broke into a full on run, charging Keystone with the sword still on his back. More magic and missiles struck the running form, yet again to no avail. As he approached the enclave, many more red robed wizards appeared behind Keystone, falling into casting as soon as they took note of the threat. The barrage flew towards Glith, striking with audible force his cracked armour no longer absorbing spells. With a grunt, the armoured undead came to a halt halfway to Keystone, standing upright and proud.
"Do you think she's telling you the truth, Keystone?" he yelled. More cracks appeared in the old armour, plates falling apart. The magic that it had absorbed earlier, now exploded out of the inscribed plates and struck back at its original source, striking the many spellshields the casters had set up to protect themselves, but also eliciting the occasional yell as their own magic overwhelmed the defences and struck the wizards down.
Glith scowled at Keystone as he slowly fell apart, more and more spells and magical bolts impacting his immobile form. When a fireball struck the almost completely exposed skeleton, it simply exploded, raining bone fragments on the pavement. A few wizards cheered, but were quickly drowned out by the cries of victory coming from the many soldiers, charging at the horde of zombies that quickly filled the field. Many wizards were low on spells, opting to use their last slots to leave the battle safely.
The only thing remaining of the undead knight, was the large two handed sword lying on the pavement where he had stood. The seemingly endless supply of zombies quickly swarmed the defenders, tying everyone up where they stood. Half a dozen of them shuffled towards the monk. Amongst the forms, he could recognize a tall, hunching form. Erepar shuffled towards him, half his face missing, his skin pale and sliced off in several places.
All around Keystone, the battle exploded anew, the city guard, monks and Red Wizards fighting a stream of zombies that just wouldn't end.
That's an...interesting...way to confront the thing hunting you, Keystone.
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