Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave and Galamon emerged from the thinning beige smoke. Judging by the reactions they received by Elenore’s gathered men, they struck quite a harrowing pair. He saw Elenore beside his companions—the princess crossed her arms in uncertainty, for she could not perceive things a long distance away. Argrave walked confidently forward.

“Mages! Gather,” Argrave commanded. “The pump of poison in the air has stopped. The vampires are preparing for our assault—we dispel the smoke, then press through to put a stake in the chest of these foul bloodsuckers before they can prepare!”

Elenore had already given Argrave significant authority, and his words themselves had a commanding atmosphere. Her people rushed to obey, the mages taking the head of the pack to dispel the smoke. Argrave stepped up to Elenore.

“Things went well,” Argrave told her, watching the mages as they worked. “I’ll take the helm for the second assault. They’ve grouped up—perfect for me.”

Elenore studied him, evidently unsettled. “You… encountered trouble?”

“Not enough,” Argrave commented. “Anneliese, Durran. You’re ready, I trust?”

Durran hefted his glaive. “Naturally.”

Anneliese did not answer, but instead came to his side to tend to the wounds he’d left untreated wordlessly. Argrave smiled at her.

“Perhaps you should hang back, let me handle things from here,” Elenore suggested.

“You’ve done enough. Barely let me participate last battle. Besides, they have spellcasters in their number. I still have something to show you,” Argrave grinned broadly.

Anneliese gave him a sideward glance for his words but did not protest.

“The smoke clears!” one of Elenore’s men shouted.

Spurred to action, Argrave turned on his heels. “Won’t be long, now. I’m looking forward to getting to brass tacks when we come back,” Argrave left her, then ran speedily to take the vanguard as he’d promised.

“Galamon—give Durran the axe. Durran—here,” Argrave removed his glove and his ring, then gave the thing to him. “You cast wards to defend. I imagine they’ll try something they already have—holding a chokepoint, like a corridor. I’ll break past, but I need you to defend me.”

“…right,” Durran acknowledged, then turned to Elenore. “Hey. Keep this safe, will you? I appreciate it,” he thanked before her answer, then tossed his glaive towards her.

“That’s—!" she shouted, alarmed, yet caught the glaive all the same. “That was dangerous!” she admonished him.

“Hey, come on. Look after it well and you’ll go from me being okay with you to me liking you. Big step up!” Durran laughed.

“I hope you…!” Elenore began to curse him but deflated in half a second. “Treat this task seriously, lest you perish.”

Durran waved her goodbye, and then with his new equipment, advanced alongside them.

Now, I know you might hate cleaning… but this time is a bit different than scrubbing

felt he was tempting fate with such arrogance. Argrave knew people, though. A confident, arrogant leader who’d already proven himself in battle was a great boost for morale. They’d seen him emerge from a poison waste covered in

over their face for added protection. For a long while, only the sounds of their footfalls echoed through the stone halls…

lead us to where they’re gathered,”

errant lightning cast by distant spellcasters. At

long and wide corridor lined with stone sarcophagi. Lightning attack spells bridged the gap almost at once, yet Galamon caught them with the blue lightning rod daggers in his hand. Long passages were the best place to restrict large group of foes, and their foes intended to hold this spot so as

coupled with blood magic. Anneliese

here,” Argrave commanded the men behind him. “Wait for my signal

complied, fearing the barrage of magic ahead of them. Their party advanced steadily into the constant barrage, dispelling and conjuring wards in short bursts of movements. He kept the eels at their back, and they illuminated all ahead with light blue light. He was sure the spectacle would appear as though they were standing in front

Argrave held his hand out, and two thick strands of blood took the shape of a recurve bow. It was as

of A-rank in their number… but given the price of failure, each of their foes would use an A-rank spell

wisdom didn’t account for the

no, he spurred the electric eels at his back past

ahead became naught but chaos and lights. [Bloodfeud Bow] was used to shatter any wards, allowing passage for the [Electric Eels] to kill en masse. Confident in this theory, Argrave started to walk forward before the scene had settled, using what little time remained in the Blessing of Supersession to

be described as charred corpses. A great gash of overturned stone lined the floor and wall, until

turned and called,

to stall them in the corridor and had paid the price. Elenore’s men could handle what few remained. If they couldn’t… well, even now, near a hundred eels swirled above Argrave’s head, and Anneliese and Durran were unspent. He was sure he would think

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them locked themselves inside here,” Argrave said, looking around. He knelt down, examining the lock to the vault before them. “Doesn’t look

was sure that Ruleo would be able to handle something like this… but that would take time, and he wouldn’t be able to be present for the

to handle this. I’m… I’m not sure where he is, sir, but things have nearly finished up. Sir,” he lowered his head,

up to his feet. “The two of you—go looking for him. Stick to areas that’ve already

have to ask her how she assembled so many talented and reliable people. She had never elaborated on that in ‘Heroes of Berendar.’ He supposed there were a lot of questions he had that could finally

it,”

to him.

his breastplate of dark gray steel. “At… the beast. The relic is

to be sure none were listening. “Well, now’s not the time to let

a haze. He shook his head and

he

silent signal to keep an eye on Galamon. They waited by the vault. Not much time passed before the two

“You’re Jerard?” Argrave asked.

sir,” the man lowered

Argrave

“I do, sir.”