Vaker finally got to the church with his companions, the short distance that separeted them from the doors was filled with demons so it was harder than they expected...
once they got in, the stench of putrid corpses filled his lungs... but he was too tired to complain, he sat on the floor...
"We should move now!" Borin said...
"Oh!! please!, can't we just rest a few minutes? we need to recover energy and the demons can't get in..."
Vaker was next to the witch, the Fallen continued to attak, with a furious look in his eyes, they were not satisfied with the bodies of the inhabitants of Olenta, Their rage was still intact.
Lightning and fireballs kept coming out of his hands, Vaker was tired and his companions had went away, pursuing different groups of demons.
He felt that his forces were leaving him, but now the witch got up, "Come Vaker, we have to help our companion, cover me." she said.
It seemed that time itself had no will continue its march, the witch ran to a group of demons that were approaching a body that Vaker could not immediately recognize, the person was covered with blood and wounds.
The road was long but it took a great deal of energy out of the wizard, the slowness of time helped a lot, but the amount of demons was overwhelming.
When they got to where the body was, Vakero saw that it was the druid, the Fallen came, the witch spoke in words that came from the future and foresee more difficulties ... Vaker couldn't stand the tension and his powers exploded in a burst of electricity that eliminated many of the demons that surrounded them...
Seddrik apprached at the time, he cast a spell that healed the wounds of Jerfuth, and called the barbarian to help them open their way to the church, "I'll help too, as much as I can" Vaker said, exhausted...
"Evil is coming" the witch cried, and fainted. Vaker, who was nearby, came over to prevent her to fall off the horse, when he managed to accommodate her he guided the horse.
Azriel's ears started to bleed 'It's not! It's not, I WILL NOT BELIEVE IT! "He shouted. Vaker was more nervous than he would have liked to show.
Ja'quar and Dagon spoke some words that he could not hear, but noted that they were planning something ...
Slowly they approached the gates of Olenta was a sickening smell filled his lungs and an electrical sensation gripped his nerves. Vaker remained behind the group, caring for the witch who seemed lost in a pleasant but troubled sleep ...
"What could that Evil be?" he asked. But his question was not heard because in that intstante Dagon was opening the doors. The vision of the slaughter was shot to fire in Vaker's eyes, the Fallen eating the human carrion, they looked up towards the group and charged at them. "This will not be so easy"he said, and a fire rained on the little devils. The storm raged in the sky throwing lightning towards the group, as if heaven itself was against them. "What the hell is this?" Vaker cried, he was scared, but he could not afford his nerves get uncontrolled, then he realized what was happening ...
He looked at the witch, made sure she were securely fastened to the horse and closed his eyes. When he opened little sparks flew between his fingers, smiled and sent a deadly lightning charge against some of the demons who came running to them...
The journey to Olenta was hard, but Vaker was very exited, since he met this men his powers seemd to improve and he felt more confident about himself now... The storm in the distance was an omen of the battles to come, and it seemed that the High Heavens were fighting their own in their very gates...
"Hear ye, children of Abbadon!" Vaker heard a figure yell, Seddrik and Dagon aproached towards the figure and talked to him... adter a moment this man was a new member of the party...
"I'm Vaker friend, good to have new companions" Vaker said, but as the words came out from his mouth his face was clouded with a shadow of fear and surprise, as the grass the man standed on died inmediatly...
"Well, a time witch that can't remember her past and a necromancer who can't keep his power inside himself, this is getting odd" he thought...
"Anyone who can hold a blade, form a line! Archers and Mages, support!" Dagon yelled from the outside, Vakero was restless, he could not continue without doing anything hidden inside the tavern, went to the maid, "there is a way to climb the roof?" asked "Yes, there are stairs in the back," she replied, "You're not thinking of going out there do you?"
Vaker didn't bother answering, went running toward the back door of the room, stepped outside and found the stairs. He saw it a few feet away, but also found it was full of demons that were trying to enter the tavern from above. He began to clear the way with fire and ice, when he reached the roof he ran to the edge.
The image was striking, a small army of demons was ravaging the town, Dagon and Drangar were near the door trying to organize a line of defense , a large bear was wreaking havoc on the demons "Jerfuth" Vaker thought. Ja'quar commanded a group of fallen who seemed more dead than alive, but also caused confusion and death among the fiends.
Vaker saw Borin on the roof of a nearby building, "I am ready for your commands" he heard him yell.
"This is going to be amazing" Vaker thought as his eyes glowed with a white glow, concentrated all his energies and fire and hail began to rain and on the fallen ...
"Should we go out or wait them to get in?" Vaker said, but the words didn't have time to be heard. A wave of Fallen fell on the door and forced his way inside the inn...
Vaker began to defend his site, throwing fireballs and freezing of the terrible creatures, he knew they were dangerous in large numbers and he was in the worst possible place when the demons began to enter...
One particulary fat creature jumped on him and ripped his chest, producing three deep cuts that started to bleed profusely, an electrifying jolt of pain ran through Vaker's body and blinded him for a moment... He was hardly recovered, when the fallen straightened to strike a blow on Vaker's head, but Vaker reached its disgusting legs with their hands and a wave of ice froze the devil instantly "nice sculpture" Vaker thought, "but not beautyfull enough"... he smashed the head of the creature wich broke into hundreds of pieces of frozen meat...
When he got up he saw Seddrik and Borin entering by the door, and saw the man of the swamp sending a zombie to defend the entrance... suddenly, a hand grabbed his ankle, turned quickly and saw a demon without legs still trying to attack, Vaker raised his hand and casted a fire bolt at the head, leaving only a trail of ashes ...
He approached the group, "Sometimes i think that healing is more painful than actually getting hurt..." Seddrik said, "I don't mind to much pain" he said to Sedrikk smiling, as he pointed to his still bleeding chest.
"Shit! I was having a good time..." Vaker thought as he stood and prepared for battle ... approached the door where Dagon was and asked, "Were you able to count them? ... bah, is not important, we're going to get a headache anyway"
Vaker adjusted her clothes and began to focus, He wanted to finish quickly with it... The fallen didn't inspire a great challenge, but he knew if they were in large groups and raided could be very dangerous ... and this seemed to be the current situation.
"This is better than a full rejuvenation potion" Vaker said as he finish his ale ... "a warm bath and a good meal it's all I need to be ready to forget our ordeal"
leaned back in his chair and began to play with some flames in his hands
"What we should do next?" he asked to the group...
"Well, that's convenient for him, but I think we're going to have to be careful in these swamps" Vaker said as he watched Jerfuth transformed into a snake ...
He had been pretty nervous the few seconds before, but the words of Dagon and the obvious menace they represented to the man were more than enough to calm him. It seemed that there was nothing to fear ... While that was a good reason to distrust.
"I hope this man doesn't guide us into a trap" he thought.
Vaker had kept aside for the time it took to find mainland, he was surprised and confused by what had happened, so he took his mind in practice his new cold skills.
When they reached the shore the occupants of the ship met at the beach, at one point they introduced and began to talk a bit more of themselves, Vaker thought it was a good way to rest and forget the most serious events of recent days.
"And I need a fucking drink" he heared Drangar say.
"strongly agree Drangar! all of us could use something to drink, in the meantime let me talk a little about me. My name is Vaker, and I must confess I have no training in the use of magic, which I did on the boat was instinct and luck" he tod them, he knew that was in front of powerful wizards and warriors, but he felt much more confident in himself now.
"The powers I have are the residue of a powerful weapon that I possessed long ago, but I lost that weapon, a real sadness, I was a powerful and benevolent king when I had it... I was on a mission to recover it when the slavers captured me ... " Vaker trusted this men now, they had protected his life and fought side by side in the boat, he felt no reason to doubt them, including the man that called himself Stryder, and now claimed to be Borin, seemed to have gained his trust.
Vaker saw that Stryder began to shoot arrows into the water and looked how the water freezed immediately, "team spirit ... good!" he thought. So he started to launch frozen orbs to the water that surrounded the Kraken.
Gradually the Kraken began to have slower movements, while a prision of ice formed aroun it.
"GREAT! Keep those arrows coming Stryder, we have it!" Vaker said, while casting his spells
"The beast is too big and too strong!, We need to immobilize it somehow!"
Vaker focused, tried to create a frozen orb to freeze the sea around the beast. He created the strongest he could and cast it into the sea, but only managed to freeze a small area. He still could not control his new ability enough ...
"I need some help here!" told his companions ... "If we freeze the beast it will be much easier to stop" he said as he kept casting fireballs to the tentacles and the few remaining slavers...
At that moment, Vaker felt that he was not as vulnerable as he had believed. Turned around, looking for more slavers to turn into ashes, at that time thought he saw a bear in the midst of confusion, he looked again and there he saw a bear tearing a slaver with his claws. "A BEAR!" screamed from surprise, he thought that maybe it needed help, but the bear seemed quite comfortable with the fight and decided not to interrupt.
He looked in other direction and saw that the slave traders were torn between fighting the Kraken and the "slaves", in that instant he saw a slaveer running in his direction, prepared to attack, but the attacker stopped and turned with terror in his face. Vaker turned around to see what was that had scared him and he found himself facing a giant tentacle of the Kraken ready to squash him like an ant. A deep fear took him at that instant and for a moment he knew he was dead ...
When the tentacle bent to attack him, Vaker gathered up all her fear and somehow he turned it into anger, his eyes gleamed with gold, their hands burned and his body became a single flame ... "Now or never" he thought. and with a quick hand movements Vaker sent all his fire on the tentacle, a flaming stream seized the viscous mass and began to break it skin, the blood spurted trying in vain to douse the flames, Then a cry born in hell resounded throughout the ship, while the tentacles of the Kraken writhed in a mixture of pain and fury...
Vaker run to the deck, he saw a gigantic tentacle pass over his head and dock one second before it hit him, he heard the other slaves in their cells "We can't leave them here!!" he shouted to the others.
The sound of one of the slavers being torn into ice pieces gave him an idea... he ran to the slaves cells and grabed the bars, he tried to concentrate and remember the cold he felt few moments ago...
For his own surprise the bars began to freeze, "TO THE BACK" he said to the slaves, and a when all where at a safe distance hi kicked the bars that shat shattered "well, this is nice" he said to himself..."QUICK NOW! GET OUT AND HELP THE OTHERS!"
He returned to the deck, "MOVE ONWARD MEN! TAKE ADVANTAGE OF WHAT LITTLE TIME WE HAVE." he heard Drangar said, while one of the slavers was about to stick a dagger in his back, "no you wont" he thought and lifted a hand towards the man, he cast a fire bolt that hit the slaver in the neck and burned his head off...
Vaker saw the others and realised that the only one that still seemd like a slave was him, his fire began to dimish as he started to feel unconfortable with such mighty warriors... "Curse my luck" he thought as a cold started to grow up in his chest, the cold expanded through his arms and reached the hands... he saw a faint white glow in his fingers and scared... "what was that?" he asked to anyone who wanted to answer, "It felt cold, very cold..."
He heard Donsro saying "Doesn't look like they'll be coming down for a little while, mabey I can find a way to buy us some time," and remembered that it wasn't the right moment to talk about strange experiences, he turn himself back on fire "I would like to burn some slavers!"
once they got in, the stench of putrid corpses filled his lungs... but he was too tired to complain, he sat on the floor...
"We should move now!" Borin said...
"Oh!! please!, can't we just rest a few minutes? we need to recover energy and the demons can't get in..."
Lightning and fireballs kept coming out of his hands, Vaker was tired and his companions had went away, pursuing different groups of demons.
He felt that his forces were leaving him, but now the witch got up, "Come Vaker, we have to help our companion, cover me." she said.
It seemed that time itself had no will continue its march, the witch ran to a group of demons that were approaching a body that Vaker could not immediately recognize, the person was covered with blood and wounds.
The road was long but it took a great deal of energy out of the wizard, the slowness of time helped a lot, but the amount of demons was overwhelming.
When they got to where the body was, Vakero saw that it was the druid, the Fallen came, the witch spoke in words that came from the future and foresee more difficulties ... Vaker couldn't stand the tension and his powers exploded in a burst of electricity that eliminated many of the demons that surrounded them...
Seddrik apprached at the time, he cast a spell that healed the wounds of Jerfuth, and called the barbarian to help them open their way to the church, "I'll help too, as much as I can" Vaker said, exhausted...
Azriel's ears started to bleed 'It's not! It's not, I WILL NOT BELIEVE IT! "He shouted. Vaker was more nervous than he would have liked to show.
Ja'quar and Dagon spoke some words that he could not hear, but noted that they were planning something ...
Slowly they approached the gates of Olenta was a sickening smell filled his lungs and an electrical sensation gripped his nerves. Vaker remained behind the group, caring for the witch who seemed lost in a pleasant but troubled sleep ...
"What could that Evil be?" he asked. But his question was not heard because in that intstante Dagon was opening the doors. The vision of the slaughter was shot to fire in Vaker's eyes, the Fallen eating the human carrion, they looked up towards the group and charged at them.
"This will not be so easy" he said, and a fire rained on the little devils. The storm raged in the sky throwing lightning towards the group, as if heaven itself was against them. "What the hell is this?" Vaker cried, he was scared, but he could not afford his nerves get uncontrolled, then he realized what was happening ...
He looked at the witch, made sure she were securely fastened to the horse and closed his eyes. When he opened little sparks flew between his fingers, smiled and sent a deadly lightning charge against some of the demons who came running to them...
"Hear ye, children of Abbadon!" Vaker heard a figure yell, Seddrik and Dagon aproached towards the figure and talked to him... adter a moment this man was a new member of the party...
"I'm Vaker friend, good to have new companions" Vaker said, but as the words came out from his mouth his face was clouded with a shadow of fear and surprise, as the grass the man standed on died inmediatly...
"Well, a time witch that can't remember her past and a necromancer who can't keep his power inside himself, this is getting odd" he thought...
"Yes, there are stairs in the back," she replied, "You're not thinking of going out there do you?"
Vaker didn't bother answering, went running toward the back door of the room, stepped outside and found the stairs. He saw it a few feet away, but also found it was full of demons that were trying to enter the tavern from above. He began to clear the way with fire and ice, when he reached the roof he ran to the edge.
The image was striking, a small army of demons was ravaging the town, Dagon and Drangar were near the door trying to organize a line of defense , a large bear was wreaking havoc on the demons "Jerfuth" Vaker thought. Ja'quar commanded a group of fallen who seemed more dead than alive, but also caused confusion and death among the fiends.
Vaker saw Borin on the roof of a nearby building, "I am ready for your commands" he heard him yell.
"This is going to be amazing" Vaker thought as his eyes glowed with a white glow, concentrated all his energies and fire and hail began to rain and on the fallen ...
Vaker began to defend his site, throwing fireballs and freezing of the terrible creatures, he knew they were dangerous in large numbers and he was in the worst possible place when the demons began to enter...
One particulary fat creature jumped on him and ripped his chest, producing three deep cuts that started to bleed profusely, an electrifying jolt of pain ran through Vaker's body and blinded him for a moment... He was hardly recovered, when the fallen straightened to strike a blow on Vaker's head, but Vaker reached its disgusting legs with their hands and a wave of ice froze the devil instantly "nice sculpture" Vaker thought, "but not beautyfull enough"... he smashed the head of the creature wich broke into hundreds of pieces of frozen meat...
When he got up he saw Seddrik and Borin entering by the door, and saw the man of the swamp sending a zombie to defend the entrance... suddenly, a hand grabbed his ankle, turned quickly and saw a demon without legs still trying to attack, Vaker raised his hand and casted a fire bolt at the head, leaving only a trail of ashes ...
He approached the group, "Sometimes i think that healing is more painful than actually getting hurt..." Seddrik said, "I don't mind to much pain" he said to Sedrikk smiling, as he pointed to his still bleeding chest.
"Shit! I was having a good time..." Vaker thought as he stood and prepared for battle ... approached the door where Dagon was and asked, "Were you able to count them? ... bah, is not important, we're going to get a headache anyway"
Vaker adjusted her clothes and began to focus, He wanted to finish quickly with it... The fallen didn't inspire a great challenge, but he knew if they were in large groups and raided could be very dangerous ... and this seemed to be the current situation.
"Should we go out or wait them to get in?"
leaned back in his chair and began to play with some flames in his hands
"What we should do next?" he asked to the group...
He had been pretty nervous the few seconds before, but the words of Dagon and the obvious menace they represented to the man were more than enough to calm him. It seemed that there was nothing to fear ... While that was a good reason to distrust.
"I hope this man doesn't guide us into a trap" he thought.
When they reached the shore the occupants of the ship met at the beach, at one point they introduced and began to talk a bit more of themselves, Vaker thought it was a good way to rest and forget the most serious events of recent days.
"And I need a fucking drink" he heared Drangar say.
"strongly agree Drangar! all of us could use something to drink, in the meantime let me talk a little about me. My name is Vaker, and I must confess I have no training in the use of magic, which I did on the boat was instinct and luck" he tod them, he knew that was in front of powerful wizards and warriors, but he felt much more confident in himself now.
"The powers I have are the residue of a powerful weapon that I possessed long ago, but I lost that weapon, a real sadness, I was a powerful and benevolent king when I had it... I was on a mission to recover it when the slavers captured me ... " Vaker trusted this men now, they had protected his life and fought side by side in the boat, he felt no reason to doubt them, including the man that called himself Stryder, and now claimed to be Borin, seemed to have gained his trust.
"Now, where are the drinks?"
Gradually the Kraken began to have slower movements, while a prision of ice formed aroun it.
"GREAT! Keep those arrows coming Stryder, we have it!" Vaker said, while casting his spells
Vaker focused, tried to create a frozen orb to freeze the sea around the beast. He created the strongest he could and cast it into the sea, but only managed to freeze a small area. He still could not control his new ability enough ...
"I need some help here!" told his companions ... "If we freeze the beast it will be much easier to stop" he said as he kept casting fireballs to the tentacles and the few remaining slavers...
He looked in other direction and saw that the slave traders were torn between fighting the Kraken and the "slaves", in that instant he saw a slaveer running in his direction, prepared to attack, but the attacker stopped and turned with terror in his face. Vaker turned around to see what was that had scared him and he found himself facing a giant tentacle of the Kraken ready to squash him like an ant. A deep fear took him at that instant and for a moment he knew he was dead ...
When the tentacle bent to attack him, Vaker gathered up all her fear and somehow he turned it into anger, his eyes gleamed with gold, their hands burned and his body became a single flame ... "Now or never" he thought. and with a quick hand movements Vaker sent all his fire on the tentacle, a flaming stream seized the viscous mass and began to break it skin, the blood spurted trying in vain to douse the flames, Then a cry born in hell resounded throughout the ship, while the tentacles of the Kraken writhed in a mixture of pain and fury...
"We'd better hurry" Vaker thought with fright.
The sound of one of the slavers being torn into ice pieces gave him an idea... he ran to the slaves cells and grabed the bars, he tried to concentrate and remember the cold he felt few moments ago...
For his own surprise the bars began to freeze, "TO THE BACK" he said to the slaves, and a when all where at a safe distance hi kicked the bars that shat shattered "well, this is nice" he said to himself..."QUICK NOW! GET OUT AND HELP THE OTHERS!"
He returned to the deck, "MOVE ONWARD MEN! TAKE ADVANTAGE OF WHAT LITTLE TIME WE HAVE." he heard Drangar said, while one of the slavers was about to stick a dagger in his back, "no you wont" he thought and lifted a hand towards the man, he cast a fire bolt that hit the slaver in the neck and burned his head off...
"Yeah!! burn!!" he said in a laugh...
"Curse my luck" he thought as a cold started to grow up in his chest, the cold expanded through his arms and reached the hands... he saw a faint white glow in his fingers and scared... "what was that?" he asked to anyone who wanted to answer, "It felt cold, very cold..."
He heard Donsro saying "Doesn't look like they'll be coming down for a little while, mabey I can find a way to buy us some time," and remembered that it wasn't the right moment to talk about strange experiences, he turn himself back on fire "I would like to burn some slavers!"