Mark of the Fool

Chapter 400: Reaping the Harvest

Chapter 400: Reaping the Harvest

Well, aint that real bloody ominous, Cedric growled, firelight reflecting off his green eyes and the silver on the morphic weapon wrapped about his hand. His fingers clinked as he tapped them together. Too bad the bloody portal closed.

Yeah, Hart said. Wouldve liked to have seen it, considering it was our only lead.

Yes Drestra agreed, not trusting herself to say more. Thats true.

Dusk found the three Heroes sitting by a blazing campfire deep in the northern reaches of the forest of Coille on the evening after departing the Cave of the Traveller. Around them, flames chased shadow, dancing along falling snowflakes; their writhing forms seemed to echo the turmoil in Drestras heart.

Were meeting Merzhin in two days, she thought. Theres so much more to hide from him now.

So, about Merzhin, Hart scowled as though hed read her mind. The giant of a man tossed a twig on the fire; it hissed and popped as it was consumed. Whatre we gonna tell him?

Same thing I told the rest of the priests, the Sage said.

Which wasnt much. Cedric reached over the fire, turning the forest mushrooms and quail skewered above the flame.

No, it wasnt, Drestra couldnt disagree.

Her story to the army had been a simple lie of omission: shed told them that shed found a portal leading to the inside of a building she hadnt recognized. When she flew closer, loud screaming started and the doorway shut before she could see anything more. Of the writing and statues, shed said nothing.

With the portal goneand showing no sign of returningthere was little the army could do but ask her questions, guard the secret passage, and observe it for signs of activity.

Meanwhile, Drestra, Hart and Cedric had searched additional passageways below the Cave of the Traveller, looking for concealed portals or clues. But none were to be found, only empty chambers of cold stone lying in the dark.

Wish we had more than not much to go on and I wish Id seen that writin, Cedric said. Not that it woulda bloody meant anythin tme.

Yeah. Even more than the writing, Im wondering why someone would scratch Uldars face off that statue of his. Hart frowned. You know, I think thats actually an offence. Pretty sure I saw a guy in the stocks for defacing a statue of Uldar a while back.

I dont think whoever did it was too worried about stocks, Drestra said.

Yeah, well, lets hope if theyre still alive, they wont try and scratch our faces off. Anywayquestion is, what do we do now? That was our one lead, and it didnt get us any closer to Uldars realm.

I think we gots ttell the Generasians when we see em, Cedric said. Who knows, maybe one of em knows that writin. Think you could recreate it, Drestra?

Silence followed.

Drestra?

Oh yes, sorry. She pulled herself from her thoughts. I think I could copy some of the characters from memory. Maybe thatll be enough for one of them to recognize it and maybe know where it is. If they dont

then where the hell do we go from here? Hart finished her sentence and continued. Thats the problem. I only see one optiontalking to the churchand that aint a good one. And it wouldnt be a pleasant kinda talking either.

I know, Drestra said. But we cantas you suggestedbust down the doors to the cathedral in the capital.

Hart growled, scratching his head. Im not some inquisitor or investigator or anything. This is beyond me. He snorted. Makes me wish we had the Fool with us.

Above her veil, Drestras face was blank.

Aye, theyre supposed to be the one tdo the sneaky stuff an all the tricky skill work. Ifn we had em tdo the talkin', thingsd be a might easier.

Yeah the Sage said. I suppose so.

Well, theyre either dead or hiding, Hart grunted, eyeing the roasting food. His gaze shifted to the dark stand of trees surrounding them as he listened to the wind rustling through bare branches. No sense wondering about all that, I guess. Weve only got us and the Generasians, so we can talk with them and

His words trailed off.

Shhh, he hissed. Stay quiet.

Cedric and Drestra froze.

Only the crackling of flame echoed through the dusk.

What is it? the Chosen whispered.

Dunno, Hart said. Thought I heard something out there. Maybe all this shits making me jumpy.

Hold on, Drestra conjured a cluster of forceballs and sent them into the woods; balls of light travelled between trees, illuminating trunks, bare branches and snow falling gently between them.

Do you see anything? she whispered, squinting into the darkness.

No, I Hart froze. Weapons out!

A sharp crack came from the woods.

Squeals like those of an enraged dire boar came next.

Hart was already up and leaping over the fire with a large hammer and heavy axe in hand, blurring into the treeswhile Cedric was chanting his prayer to Uldar and following the Champion, his morphic weapon growing into a halberd. Drestra cast a flight spell and shot toward the sky.

A heartbeat later.

A mammoth shape exploded from the woods, churning clouds of snow, bounding through the campfire. Flaming logs and embers flew through the night trailing sparks, and in the flaring light, Drestra glimpsed the creature.

It was a bulky, four-legged beast riding nearly seven feet tall at the shoulders. Two bulging arms flexed at its sideseach ending in curved clawswhile a long, thick tail lashed side to side, the tip was a bone-club poised like a snake. The monsters broad skull was crowned by a helmet of ivory coloured bone, and spikes formed its spine, rising high above its back.

A bone-chargera rare Ravener-spawnmoving with enough momentum from its charge to crack a keeps gate.

The monster snorted, smoke escaped flaring nostrils as beady, glowing orange eyes fixed on the Sage.

Then, it leapt.

Powerful legs catapulted its bulk more than dozen feet through the air, clamping jaws snapped inches away from Drestras leg. Its claws slashed at her right side and the tail whipped out toward her back as the monster flew by, crashing to the snowy ground. It whirled to spring again, but she was ready with a spell.

A wave of acid washed the Ravener-spawn, turning it into a squealing pool.

Hart! Cedric! she shouted. This

Searing pain struck her torso.

Drestra screamed, looking down at fletching protruding from her body, only her magic ring had stopped the arrow from piercing deeper, but she doubted it would stop the others flying from all directions.

Clutching the wound, she rose, casting forceshield and greater force armour, and as the magic enwrapped her body, she tossed a fireball high above her head, the blastilluminated much of the night sky.

Below, horror unfolded.

Through the bare canopy, she caught movement from all around them; scores of chitterers scrambled through the forest, each wielding thick-limbed longbows.

Were surrounded! Its not only bone-chargers! Drestra warned her companions while conjuring volleys of stone projectiles and blasting monsters with flurry after flurry.

The rocks cracked tree branches, sank into chitterers, pulping flesh, breaking bone and dropping them to the forest floor. More bone-chargers rushed from the woods, meeting the carnage Cedric and Hart were dealing out.

In the chaos of battle, Drestra suddenly noticed with alarm that; Those chitterers arent aiming for them, theyre mostly firing at me!

Then another wave of arrows came, leaving her no more time to think.

Drestra touched down on the forest floor when the last of the Ravener-spawn had fallen to the Heroes; monstrous corpses lay steaming in the wintry night. They twitched in pools of melting, blood-stained snow.

Holy hells, Cedric stepped over a chitterer's corpse. Bloody vicious, these ones were. Real bloody vicious.

Yeah. Hart pulled his axe from a bone-charger and frowned, noting the chip in its blade. Hed have to file that out. They were working like a team with surprisingly good tactics. Well, good for Ravener-spawn, I mean.

Thank the spirits for your senses, Hart. Drestra touched the arrow in her side. Her clothes were warm and wet around it. If wed been attacked in our sleep, wed be dead.

Youre injured! Cedric rushed toward her.

Its not bad, though. Mothers ring did what it was made to. She sounded relieved.

Aye, well lets get yhealed up, the Chosen began to work on the wound with a healing divinity. As the glowing light of Uldars grace mended Drestras flesh, her attention was drawn to the bodies strewn about their camp.

Those chitterers had focused on her, which brought to mind Cedrics suspicions about Alex when it seemed that the Ravener-spawn and dungeons had concentrated on him.

Curiosity was burning in her, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

She would stick with her decision to not tell Hart and Cedric what Peter and Paul had said about him. If Alex was the missing Fool, or if he had been through the Cave of the Traveller, shed decided it would be wrong to accuse him publicly. Putting suspicion on him; not talking to him about what she had in her mind first was something she couldnt take back once she told anyone else. If she was wrong, hed be watched by priests, the king and court, the other HeroesMerzhinwhich would be a fate worse than deathand spirits knew who else.

He might have his own motives and secrets, but who was she to judge?

After all, so did she.

But if there was treachery in those secrets?

There would be hells to pay.

You know. Hart lightly kicked a nearby corpse, pulling the Sage from her thoughts. This was a pretty big horde, and it seemed to come out of nowhere. Once we meet up with Merzhin, we might want to send a message back to the Cave: tell them that there might be a threat in the area. Maybe we should see if theres a dungeon around here too.

Aye, more things tdo. Cedric finished healing Drestras wound. Ugh, look at us. Were here spread so bloody thin, an meanwhile, we dont even know if we can trust the very bloody people were fightin besideor the god were fightin for! Makes me wish we could just hunt down the damn Ravener an get this done with.

Well, maybe we should take a closer look at Aenflynns deal, Drestra said. We need troops.

The Chosen sighed. Yknow, I think were gonna have to forget about recruitin the fae. I cant think my way through Lord Aenflynns deal, an the last thingweredoin is givin up kids.

Yeah, Hart grunted. We keep meeting with him and we keep stalling and the price keeps going higher. It was a nice idea, buthe's asking too much. Just wish there was a way to get more troops on the field without having to do something unsavoury. I mean, look at all these He gestured to the bodies. we cut em down and the dungeon cores just make as many as they want, good as new. Sure, squashing thems fun, butI dunno, it almost feels like were being pointed in the wrong direction.

We cant give up on Aenflynn, Drestra said. Now more than ever we need extra help, and help that doesnt belong to either a treacherous god or a conspiracy peddling church. We need an army that

She paused.

A resource given to Aenflynn.

One that they could control.

And take back if he betrays them.

WaitHart! She flew over to the Champion and grabbed the front of his shirt. Say what you just said again. About what dungeon cores do!

Uh Hart grunted. Well, they make as many monsters as they want.

And what about when we cut them down?

They just make more, good as new.

Yes! she cried, excited for the first time since Ffion had touched the dungeon core. Hart, you genius! You just solvedthe Aenflynn problem!

Huh? the Champion grunted. I did?

You did!

Whoa, whoa, slow down, Drestra, Cedric jumped in. Catch us up. Whatre you thinking?

Its simple, she said. And even if he doesnt take the deal, we still win. Butbefore we meet Merzhinwe need to find a dungeon. We need a living dungeon core.

What? Cedric paled. Youre not thinkin o givin one to him, are ya?

Oh my no... Drestra grinned behind her veil. Were not giving him a dungeon core. Were going to offer him something else. And if he doesnt take it? We still get what we want anyway. Now well be in control of negotiations!