The flight from Maelbrook

The sky darkened and became grey, the elf and the man stood before each other, their task essential, but at the same time deadly should they fail, not only to themselves, but potentially to a whole civilisation of life.

They nodded wordlessly to each other, without saying farewell's to their companions, scared they might jinx their mission the two left the camp. In the shadows of the mountain pass they darted from one shadow to the next, allmost at the clearing which would cause them the biggest of problems, they waited in the edge of the pass, barely breathing as a patrol of His men passed them they waited untill the patrol had passed then darted at full speed across a clearing, ash, dust and debre of what was possibly part of a forest left un-hidden tracks as they ran for their target.

The two companions were either very skilled, or very lucky they finally made their destination, a giant circle of some un-known craftsmanship stood before them, the outer rim made of diffrent metals and materials, and the inside of the circle, something that moved like a liquid being blown by the wind, but the liquid was upright, it was seemingly un-affected by gravity, the two looked at each other once more and took a deep breath before entering.

A description of what they experienced is not comprehensable in any words, and the two allthough curious, knew they was only half way.
Now they had to prepare for what could only be described as a blood bath, they looked around their suroundings, taking into account the shape and size of the cavern which they were now in, how strange it was to once be outside and now be in... Too many questions they began their run, swift on their feet they ran out of the cavern, getting soaked by a waterfall on their way out, and made their way directly for the barracks, there mission almost at its close.


With their objectives completed the rag tag group prepared to leave their camp. Ordered into action by Althea each went about their own specalist tasks. Potions were brewed, weapons sharpened, armour repaired. A quiet but busy hush lay over them all. Each knew that the retreat from this island and its demonic inhabitants would not be an easy one, nor did they know if all would return to their homes.

As the sky darkened from the overhead rain clouds, some looked above and wandered what omen it brought with them....

The call was put out, "gather your possessions, unsheathe your weapons for we leave now!"

Quickly gathering into a group, weapons glimmering in the occasional ray of sun as it punched its way between the rapidly thickening clouds. The gentle chink of armour as they began their exodus.

Clearing the camp, down the roughly hewn mountain pass and into the open glade below, all going well, spirits high, but an air of expectancy hanging over each assembled for they knew their path would not be unhindered, they could not be that lucky.

His followers fanned out from their hiding places, casting spells, wielding weapons, charging into the group to bring pain and death.

The group fought back valiantly. Those carrying blades hacked and parried at the enemy and though they slew many, many more took their place. Archers from the rear aided the group with volleys of deadly missiles descending upon the enemy in silence.

The healers, darting within the group, crouching to aid those who had fallen, ensuring all were kept mobile if not able to fight.

Steadfastly they fought across the glade, dropping the enemy before them, their corpses trod underfoot, the thick mud from the nights rain now mingled with the warm blood from both sides. Mages from either side chanted incantations, the air rife with thick smoke and the crack of a spell initiated to cause harm upon the opposition.

Cries of pain echoed through the air as to did the ringing out of steel upon steel as blades came together in a frantic struggle for life. The scent of blood and sweat hanging heavily in the air around them as they determinedly fought their way forward, their objective now in sight, though heavily guarded by demonic beings determined to prevent their escape.

“KERED NOW!” came a cry from amidst the battle as the one giving the order slammed her sword into anothers and a figure broke free from the main battle at full sprint dodging those attempting to stop his path, chanting as he ran, his voice reaching a crescendo as he cast towards his enemies knocking them from his path.