Lorescholaring...
Lorescholaring...
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“Horns! Did you hear that? We’re going in. The Runner’s bought us our moment, and we’ll all buy her a drink. But I’ll be drinking it out of that Lich’s damned skull. Advance!”
“Do you have half a potion left, Gerial? Give it to me. I’ll yank this out and charge. Everyone who can move goes.”
“We must take the monster down. No Runner can get to us with it here, and no other adventuring team can bail us out. I am Beriad of the House of Minos. It would be a disgrace for me to let my team down.”
“Who? What’s happening?”
“You’re joking. She’ll never make it.”
“You idiot. She’s Drathian.”
“No clue. Shut up—give that Runner covering fire! Everyone up!”
“That’s me.”
“Calruz of the Beriad, Captain of the Horns of Hammerad. Son of Minos, at your service.”
“I hope you’ve got our delivery, Miss Runner.”
“Let her go if she wants. Runner—thanks for the assistance. Not many of your lot would do this. The Horns owe you a debt.”
“You heard her. Horns of Hammerad—covering fire! Potions have arrived!”
“She told you.”
“Thank the Runner. Ceria, how’s your mana?”
“Stop bickering. We’re at full strength again, thanks to that Human. Speaking of. Did anyone catch the Runner’s name?”
“We take a page out of the Runner’s book. Did you see how she escaped it? We moved in too slow. This time, we spread out. No shields, just run from cover to cover. Gerial, you’ll take one group left. I’ll head right. Put Marian and the other archers up and tie it up. Force it to shield itself, and give me an opening. Ceria, can you tag it at least once?”
“Horns! Move up and support Marian! Ceria, take out that spellcaster! Shields up!”
“Status?”
“Damn.”
“What about Ceria and Sostrom? Why the hell aren’t they taking this thing out? We are a disgrace of a team.”
“Fat chance of that happening with all those skeletons and zombies guarding it.”
“We have to.”
“So? What about a healing potion? How good was that [Healer]? We have [Bone Healers] in the House of Minos well above the grade of local ones. Although even I can set a broken bone.”
“You. Runners. Your presence is clearly not wanted or needed. Leave.”
“Hah! Spirited! It is good to see that in a Human at last!”
“I am Calruz of the Beriad. We have met before. I lead the Horns of Hammerad, an adventuring party in these parts. I am in your debt, Ryoka Griffin.”
“Instead, we managed to break that damn skeleton’s head in. The treasure we recovered more than made up for the expedition. And while the rest of our group is still healing from the battle, we’re here to repay the debt we owe.”
“Of course. What does distance matter? But let us introduce ourselves properly. Ceria, introduce yourself.”
“Enough of this.”
“We didn’t come here to chat. We’re honor-bound to repay our debt, which is why we’re here. And you’re injured. How’d that happen?”
“Explain, please.”
“What a pathetic, cowardly lot. I’d challenge them all to an honor duel in a moment if I had cause. Didn’t you call for the Watch, at least? That’s how you do it in Izril—what about truth spells?”
“This is intolerable. A good Runner shouldn’t be crippled. Ceria, Sostrom. Can’t you do something?”
“I like her.”
“She reminds me of females of my kind. Fiery. The ones who would stab any male that offends. Much better than the simpering Human ones I keep meeting.”
“Bah. All that’s needed is courage and spirit to win her over.”
“Don’t wait for me. I’ll find you at the Guild later.”
“Strong. I like her quite a lot.”
“She seems—odd. What spell did you cast?”
“In that case, get out. And consider yourself banned from the Horns of Hammerad while you’re at it.”
“We don’t need cowards! Jump off and run back into the city!”
“We can cover the cost.”
“I fear no [Mage], especially not a weak one who practices cowardly magic like necromancy.”
“Worthless nags.”
“Not a challenge.”
“Bah.”
“Rabble. Not worth dirtying a blade over. Not a single Hob in sight.”
“Exactly.”
“That little runt of a Human was mocking us the entire time. We travelled all this way and paid all this coin for a spell that any one of you could have done? Explain yourself, Ceria!”
“What do you mean?”
“The House of Minos has a lot of experience with bone injuries, and our [Healers] are the best as I said. But—that was instantaneous. And the solution is a [Necromancer]? I should report this to home. If that really does mend bone that fast…”
“Honor and duty above all. Without it, we are animals.”
“Hold it.”
“We must clean the wound first. A healing potion can accelerate an infection—”
“What?”
“We’ll have to dump it over the wound. Ryoka Griffin, do you need something to clench with your teeth?”
“I assure you, it’s merely practicality.”
“Ceria—now.”
“Nonsense.”
“We’ll follow in the wagon and pick you up when you slow down. There’s over a hundred miles between here and Celum. Even I—you couldn’t run that far.”
“We’ll give the horses a stamina potion, don’t worry.”
“Enough words. Run already!”
“Fast. But that’s why she is worthy.”
“Not without a full-fighting party. There’s a reason none of the cowards around here have dared breach the upper levels yet. If we come back, it will be after we know what monsters have been sighted there and our wounded have recovered.”
“Why? Because I am a Minotaur?”
“I’m no fool, and the Horns of Hammerad aren’t Gold-ranked. Not yet. A proper strike force will take setting up. Let alone the provisioning. We will wait. Now, let us follow the quick Ryoka Griffin.”
“Bah, it doesn’t look that inviting anyways. It’s got holes in the roof, and if the [Necromancer]’s a customer, I shudder to think what the rest of the guests are like. Let’s go!”