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“You’re Sherpa’s main target!” Liaena retorted furiously, looking in no way soothed by Sharon’s overtures as she brushed the hand of appeal off her shoulder to glower up at her lover. “It’s way too dangerous!”

Choosing to ignore Sharon’s all-too-perceptive remark about her own intended role in the operation, the girl glanced out of the window again at the setting sun. “…and there isn’t the time for this, Sharon! You are NOT coming, and that’s that”

“Liaena…”

“I mean it!” Liaena cried out forcefully. Taking a step back and drawing herself up to her full – unimpressive – height in an attempt to look more authorative, she stabbed a finger up at the High Elf who was giving her a passive I-knew-you’d-react-like-this sort of look. It did not improve her temper. “For all you know, this could all be a trap set for you by Sherpa! If you come with us, it’d just be playing into his hands!”

“…If that’s the case…” Sharon returned, still managing to maintain the same calm tone as he spoke. Liaena wished he would shout. It would make it so much easier to rage at him. “…You would be springing it in my place, Liaena”

“Yes, well. That’s my business” The girl returned stubbornly after a moments pause. Liaena balled her fists by her sides as she glared up at the High Elf. “I need to deal with this, okay? But there is NO way I’m letting you get into danger because – because of this! This isn’t your fight!”
“What…?” The cab driver quailed under the furious gaze of the Night Elf, before pointing frantically at Liaena who was sitting next to him. “Not my fault Ma’am! She made me do it! Talk to her!”

“Rithrynn, go and find Serphia and tell her we need to move! I’m going to go find Sharon” Liaena instructed as she clambered off the carriage, tossing the small purse to the trembling cabbie and ignoring the Night Elf on guard save for a single glance. “I’ll ask Miss Collins to get it washed for you. Open the gates, would you!”

“Don’t tell me what to –“

“LIEUTENANT!”

Liaena slipped through the gate the moment the extremely disgruntled watcher had opened it to run at full tilt towards the house. Brushing aside the door-rug and moving past two Watchers, she stepped into the now-quiet front atrium.

“Welcome back, Lady Rune”

“….T-thanks Fredrick” Liaena gasped as she looked around the quiet hall. “Where’s Sharon? In his office?”

“Actually I believe he is currently in his dressing room, Lady Rune. If you would like me to lay out a change—“

“No! Thanks. Talk later!” Liaena shouted back over her shoulder as she started running again, up two flights of stairs and along the corridor to burst into the room she shared with Sharon. Naliyah was still snoring, entirely obliviously in the bed as she stepped past her into the small ante-chamber that housed Sharon’s wardrobe. “Sharon! I got the Vanguard to create a distraction for us and we’re going to have some help coming in from the Cathedral and I asked Rithrynn to get Serphia moving out for dusk and – what’s that you’re wearing?”

“……..”

Liaena surveyed the fresh robes, the battle armour glinting underneath and the staff in the High Elfs hand as her face paled by several degrees. Shaking her head she took a step backward, to fold her arms across her chest and make an attempt at a commanding tone. “No.”
“You have no idea” Liaena said darkly in response to Fran’s comment about the Cathedral’s active and thriving rumour mill. A couple of the apprentices lurking outside Thea’s room, some of whom looked as young as twelve, drifted hopefully after Liaena and she turned around to snap ferociously at them as they scattered. “Beat it! Go on!”

Fran’s reminiscence about his experiences in Lordearon were as well intentioned as they were fraying on the nerves for Liaena, and she chewed on her lip as she hurried for the main doors, rather than snap at her currently most willing ally. Finally spilling out onto the stone steps though, the colour of the sky stopped her in her tracks.

The sky was a faint golden-ish yellow flecked of grey, the weak rays of the winter sun almost done. There could not be more than half an hour left of light, tops and Liaena felt a chill of dread clutch at her heart. “Oh, Light…it’s later than I thought”

“We have to go….now. Fran, I’m sorry, but can you take it from here?” Liaena turned to the dwarf as she pressed a gold piece into his palm irrespective of any protests he might have. “…Take this, get a cab and tell Darius everything that’s happened. We’ll be moving as soon as it gets dark, so do anything you can to draw the guard away from the waterfront. And…thanks”

Turning away from the dwarf with a final squeeze of his hand, Liaena descended the steps with Rithrynn right behind her. Despite the gathering evening, there were still some tourists wandering around in the square with the occasional cabbie loitering hopefully. Liaena made a beeline for one of these.

“Hey! That’s ours, girl!”

“OFFICIAL BUSINESS! …And I tip more” Liaena screamed back as she got a leg up onto the drivers seat. The cabbie turned to give her a dirty look, a look which promptly vanished when he saw the glitter of gold in her hand. “It’s all yours if we’re at the Mage District in under five minutes. Got that?”

“Y-yes! Ma’am!” The cabbie spluttered as he flicked his whip and his horses reared into life. Taking another desperate look at the sky, Liaena turned to Rithrynn who had opted to sit on top of the carriage rather than climb inside it. “And…I think so. Hopefully. Thea said she’d do something”
“…Well obviously, I know that!” Liaena snapped back at Rithrynn. Thea folded her arms together behind her desk, but did not comment.

“You don’t need to teach me about subtly, Rithrynn. You’re the one who’s lacking in that department”

A finger was stabbed in Bella’s direction, who was looking increasingly pale at the topic of conversation. Points scored, Liaena snatched her ‘battle plan’ back to poke at it viciously.

“The Red Vanguard draws the guard away from the waterfront, like Fran said. Empty buildings are good” Liaena nodded at Fran, with a brief smile indicating her approval of at least his input. “Although it doesn’t really matter how you do it. I guess you guys know best”

“I can go into the fort before you guys…using Hester” Liaena added that last part slightly unwillingly, shooting a glower at Rithrynn should she interpose any commentary about ever willingly shrinking herself. “Once I’m in there, I can easily cause enough trouble to have half the battalion looking the other way while you lot” she nodded at Rithrynn “get in whatever way Serphia feels like and go and get Kitty – Kathlin, and the Vanguards man. You think I can’t do that?”

“The keep will be warded”

“Hester….my owl. She can get past those” Liaena said by way of explanation, looking over to Thea with a shrug. “I don’t know how. It’s been tested”

“Figures you couldn’t keep that vile parrot out of anywhere…”

“So you will be splitting into two groups, then?” Thea pronounced quietly as she leaned back in her chair. “If there is a cultist element within this fort, that would leave you vulnerable, Rune.”

“Cultists?”

Bella said weakly. Thea ignored her, eyes remaining on Liaena. “…Although I cannot believe that every man within that organisation has sold himself to darker powers”

“I’d hope not” Liaena said quietly, before switching a lighter tone as she smiled at Thea. “I’ll be fine

“Hmm.”

Thea stared at the dark haired girl for a long time, before glancing over to check the clock on the shelf. The days were short at this time in the year, and although the weak afternoon light still lit the sky, it would not be there for much longer. “I have kept you long enough, apprentice and I have my own responsibilities to take care of. Be about your duties….and it was a pleasure to speak with you two. I hope you enjoyed your visit”

The priestess stated as she rose from her chair to nod to all of them politely. Recognising the obvious dismissal, Liaena climbed to her feet as she stared at Thea on tenterhooks. “Yes priestess. And what we talked about earlier…with assistance?”

“Yes, well.” Thea stated blandly as she set about tidying her desk around Rithrynn’s bum. “I understand that our leadership in their wisdom saw fit to provide Sharon Dal’dieb with protection against alleged threats to his life. As Father Marshall has seen fit to recall himself, it would be my duty to ensure that our protection is continued, nothing more”

“Ye…yeeess Priestess. Thank you Priestess” Liaena breathed as she backed away towards the door, pulling Rithrynn with her before she could say anything stupid. “And…uh, what sort of assistance will it be… exactly?”

“I will make enquiries. I am aware of your schedule” Thea gifted the girl with a sharp look and Liaena bit her tongue to avoid quizzing her further. Bella had also got up to make for the door until a word from Thea stopped her in her tracks. “Not you, Silva. I would like to have a word”
“…Well obviously, I know that!” Liaena snapped back at Rithrynn. Thea folded her arms together behind her desk, but did not comment.

“You don’t need to teach me about subtly, Rithrynn. You’re the one who’s lacking in that department”

A finger was stabbed in Bella’s direction, who was looking increasingly pale at the topic of conversation. Points scored, Liaena snatched her ‘battle plan’ back to poke at it viciously.

“The Red Vanguard draws the guard away from the waterfront, like Fran said. Empty buildings are good” Liaena nodded at Fran, with a brief smile indicating her approval of at least his input. “Although it doesn’t really matter how you do it. I guess you guys know best”

“I can go into the fort before you guys…using Hester” Liaena added that last part slightly unwillingly, shooting a glower at Rithrynn should she interpose any commentary about ever willingly shrinking herself. “Once I’m in there, I can easily cause enough trouble to have half the battalion looking the other way while you lot” she nodded at Rithrynn “get in whatever way Serphia feels like and go and get Kitty – Kathlin, and the Vanguards man. You think I can’t do that?”

“The keep will be warded”

“Hester….my owl. She can get past those” Liaena said by way of explanation, looking over to Thea with a shrug. “I don’t know how. It’s been tested”

“Figures you couldn’t keep that vile parrot out of anywhere…”

“So you will be splitting into two groups, then?” Thea pronounced quietly as she leaned back in her chair. “If there is a cultist element within this fort, that would leave you vulnerable, Rune.”

“Cultists?”

Bella said weakly. Thea ignored her, eyes remaining on Liaena. “…Although I cannot believe that every man within that organisation has sold himself to darker powers”

“I’d hope not” Liaena said quietly, before switching a lighter tone as she smiled at Thea. “I’ll be fine

“Hmm.”

Thea stared at the dark haired girl for a long time, before glancing over to check the clock on the shelf. The days were short at this time in the year, and although the weak afternoon light still lit the sky, it would not be there for much longer. “I have kept you long enough, apprentice and I have my own responsibilities to take care of. Be about your duties….and it was a pleasure to speak with you two. I hope you enjoyed your visit”

The priestess stated as she rose from her chair to nod to all of them politely. Recognising the obvious dismissal, Liaena climbed to her feet as she stared at Thea on tenterhooks. “Yes priestess. And what we talked about earlier…with assistance?”

“Yes, well.” Thea stated blandly as she set about tidying her desk around Rithrynn’s bum. “I understand that our leadership in their wisdom saw fit to provide Sharon Dal’dieb with protection against alleged threats to his life. As Father Marshall has seen fit to recall himself, it would be my duty to ensure that our protection is continued, nothing more”

“Ye…yeeess Priestess. Thank you Priestess” Liaena breathed as she backed away towards the door, pulling Rithrynn with her before she could say anything stupid. “And…uh, what sort of assistance will it be… exactly?”

“I will make enquiries. I am aware of your schedule” Thea gifted the girl with a sharp look and Liaena bit her tongue to avoid quizzing her further. Bella had also got up to make for the door until a word from Thea stopped her in her tracks. “Not you, Silva. I would like to have a word”
Have a Kathlin post. I have some stuff to get on with this evening, but have every intention of producing a Li post to rage against all you naysayers later :p

*kicks hornets nest*
“That doesn’t sound better” Kathlin mumbled as she eyed the awaiting runes, the pentacle and the cultists. It all came off as horribly Bad News to her, and left her with the sinking feeling that as tedious as the cell had been, she would far rather be back there with the darkness and dripping, than right here.

She had to stall, that thought was uppermost in her mind. Liaena would come for her, hopefully with backup, and she had to hang on till then. Which meant in this case, delaying whatever horrible fate the ‘Knight Commander’ not-so-subtly had planned for her in the immediate future.

Still forced to walk forward due to the presence of the mage behind her, Kathlin dragged her feet to move as slowly as she dared. The girl sneaked another glance at the runes before looking over at Sevarian dubiously. “…This can’t be just about what happened at the mansion, surely? Okay, so I’m a witness. But there are easier ways to deal with witnesses than you know. All of this.”

The girl waved vaguely at the at the setup, taking the opportunity to have another good peer at the runes as she did so. “…I think your Captain made a point of that, in fact.”

If she looked at the runes on the floor in just the right way, Kathlin could see the dark spells twisted around them, glistening and knotted together in a way that made her feel physically ill. Holding back her nausea, she studied them for any conceivable pattern. The entire ensemble made no sense to her whatsoever, but she thought she could vaguely pick out some master spells in the setup, based on those that were linked to the most other threads and those which made her feel the most ill to look at. “This probably counts as ‘an attempt at resistance’. Oh well.”

A stirring from the mage right behind her, as his suspicious glare bored a hole in the back of her neck. “Sir—“

“Oh!”

Stumbling on the paved floor, Kathlin threw out her hands as she fell to grab and twist at the spell she had zeroed in on, and felt it break as she hit the ground. Startled cries of mingled outrage and pain were emitted from the cultists around her as she went crazy on the remaining enchantments on the runes, snapping and battering at any crucial links she could see before the first spell hit her from behind.
Inside Thea’s office, Liaena had been talking on and on for several minutes before she finally paused for breath. The older priestess looked down at her desk, on which was a sheet of paper with a crudely drawn ‘battle plan’ scrawled on it depicting the keep, the ringing wall and various arrows dotted about on the sketch.

“Well it’s not the most foolhardy thing I’ve ever heard out of you, apprentice”

“…Thanks?”

“That hardly ranks as a compliment, Rune.”

Thea gave the girl an extremely severe look, to which Liaena hastily rearranged her features into appearing as amenable and contrite as possible as the woman went back to studying the rough map. “….and I couldn’t help but notice you have placed yourself directly into the line of fire.”

“Yes. If the Night Elves are going to get in without fighting a whole battalion, we need a distraction” Liaena said carefully. Eying Thea carefully to try and detect any tells for her mood, she tried for an ingratiating smile“…I’m, uh, rather good at distractions”

“Yes, yes I suppose you are” Thea said dourly to the parchment, before giving the girl a sharp look. “And if you are caught in this ‘distraction’?”

“I won’t be” Liaena said confidently. Thea shot her a look that clearly stated she felt no such assurances, before sighing and pointing a finger at the door to the room. “…Invite your companions back in here, Rune. There is no reason they should sit out from this…and your Night Elf friend should have some input into this so-called plan of yours, as you appear to have signed her for a crucial role in it”

“Hmph.”


Everything that had happened since they had arrived at the Cathedral seemed to have occurred at a tortuously slow pace, but Liaena manfully resisted the urge to snap at the other woman as she slipped off her chair and hurried towards the door, pulling it open.

“Guys, come back in…”

“Oh, hai Li”

“Someone’s been kidnapped?”

“……”

Liaena froze as she looked over at Bella who had turned slowly to face her, eyes wide open with shock. “Is that true, Li!?”

“…….”

Taking half a glance up at down the corridor to spot other apprentices that were slowly drifting closer to find out what was going on, that was all Liaena needed to grab Bella by the front of her robes and haul her into Thea’s office. Rithrynn and Fran entered behind her at a much more sedate pace, the latter closing the door behind them once all had entered.

“Could you just – not – say anything – stupid!? Just for once? Would that be so hard!?” Liaena seethed at Rithrynn furiously. Having let go of Bella’s robes, that girl raised her hands defensively as she backed away from the pair, before giving Thea an imploring look. “I didn’t do anything, priestess. I just asked –“

“Sit down, Apprentice Silva, Apprentice Rune. Apprentice Rune, I suggest you calm yourself” Thea’s voice cracked like a calm, very monotonous whip. Liaena sunk back into the only chair available in the room, still very clearly fuming, while Bella perched nervously on the edge of the bed. Thea gave the latter another one of her exceptionally severe looks.

“Apprentice Silva. There are times that allowing information to become public knowledge would be highly counterproductive to this church, detrimental to others welfare -- and would displease me greatly. Do you understand?”

“…Yeeess priestess. Sorry priestess. So….uh…” Bella said tentatively. “Has someone been kidnapped then?”

“…..”

Thea sighed, gazing into the empty air in front of her desk in a manner that clearly bemoaned her lot in life as she chewed over that question. “Apprentice Lennox”

“Kathlin!?” Bella emitted in shock, before a slight frown creased her forehead dubiously. “…Light, who’d ever want to kidnap her?”

“By all accounts, she had the exceptionally poor judgement to expose a city wide conspiracy” Thea said dryly as she pulled Liaena’s poorly drawn battle map towards her again, glanced at it and placed it to one side as she looked up at Rithrynn. “Apprentice Rune was speaking to me about her plans to infiltrate this fort of yours. I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts on the matter”
"But this here is something that I have been building up fer years of experience! Just like battle makes a warrior's hide thick, so too does strong drinks toughen up his insides as well!"

There was an audible giggle at this, despite Fran and Rithrynn apparently being alone in this section of the cathedral. The noise made Fran flinch and quickly spin around, hurriedly concealing his flask inside his cloak again. “Er, hello! Someone there?”

…..

There was a guilty pause, before a form finally slunk around the edge of a column and became Bella, having been previously entirely concealed from the pair on the other side. The girl gave Rithrynn and Fran a perky smile, clasping her hands together in an ‘evesdropping? Who, me?’ sort of way. “Oh, hi! You guys are still here?!”

“….”

“…Ohh, don’t worry about that. I won’t tell her” Bella said confidentially upon seeing Fran’s extremely discomfited expression. Leaning comfortably against the wall, the girl looked curiously at each in turn, and then at the very firmly shut door. “So how come you guys are left standing outside? I thought you were all meeting Priestess Thea?”
When stories involved the beautiful young maiden, or princess, or whatever confined in a dungeon, they tended to skip ahead to the inevitable rescue, and not make the reader suffer through all the bits in between. Kathlin would never rate herself as ‘beautiful’, princess or otherwise, but she had not counted on the most notable facet of prisonerhood being the sheer tedium of the whole affair as inky blackness pressed in on her from all sides.

Given her vocation, Kathlin had initially had the idea that a few prayers might be expected, if not required from her in her current predicament. Unfortunately her attention was persistently diverted by other considerations, like exactly where that regular dripping from the roof was coming from. She was clearly somewhere below sea level if the damp was anything to go by, which made her wonder whether there was some sort of inlet somewhere and the dungeon was designed to fill up with water at high tide, similar to those death traps she had read about in some horror story once.

On the other hand, she reckoned she had been dumped in this cell at least one tidal cycle ago and there wouldn’t be much point in hauling her off to the castle in the first place if they were planning something like that. It seemed much more likely that there was some sort of back door to this place somewhere, where they could dump her lifeless body in the sea when they were done doing their bad-guy-things. Yes, that was more practical.

….

Shut up brain.

Kathlin reached up to slap herself upside the head just as the door at the far end of the corridor creaked open to emit dazzling light into the dungeon and Severian complete with goons entered. The girl swung her legs down to sit up on the thick shelf of rock that apparently passed as a combi couch/bed in dungeonland as the former launched into his monologue. Were it not for the obvious severity of the situation, the man secretly reminded her of a particularly villainous, particularly excitable estate agent.

"Oh, pardon my manners! I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Sevarian Hoster, Knight Commander of the White Hand. I have been looking forward to meeting you. You and I are going to have a wonderful time together!"

“Kathlin Lennox” Kathlin said cautiously. The man creeped her out no end, with the way he was eying her up and down as though she was a fresh, particularly delicious new cut of meat. It also occurred to her that this was in all likelihood precisely the reaction he wished to inspire in her, and so she stiffened her jaw slightly as she tilted her head to look up at him. “Apprentice Priestess of the Cathedral of Light. What do you want…exactly?”
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