Linvin springs into action
Linvin looked down at the pathetic form on the ground before
him. His first impulse was to kill him right then but found the execution of
such a defenseless adversary dishonorable. He did need to act quickly, as his
human shield was gone. “Coward,” he branded Mandrean and kicked him in the jaw
with great force. Before the guards could react, Linvin ran through the doors
and yelled to Anvar, “Close them now.” Anvar stretched forth his hands and the
doors glowed with orange magic. In an instant they slammed closed. “Wedge the
spears between the door-handles,” Linvin ordered.
After doing so they huddled for a moment to catch their
breath. “That won’t hold Necromancer for long,” Anvar commented. “I hope you
have a plan.”
Before Linvin could say a word, one of the Imperial Guards
on the main floor spotted them and screamed, “The prisoners have escaped. To
arms.” He blew a horn by his side.
“How about that plan?” Rander asked impatiently. “Is there
one?”
Linvin surveyed the grand area and answered, “No time to
explain. Just do as I do.” He led his uncle and cousins along the hall toward
the tapestry. Soon they took shelter behind its massive width.
Clanking of armor was heard in great numbers coming from the
far hallway. On the ground floor the guards from the outside stairs entered the
room and were joined by a host of others. They ran with haste toward the great
staircase. Moments later the great double doors to the throne-room blasted open
from the Colorful Magic of Necromancer. Though Linvin’s party was safely
distant, the situation became that much direr.
“This is your plan?” asked Rander. “Hide behind a rug? They
already know we are here and are coming. Can’t you do anything else with that
gem at all? Where’s all the great power we heard about? We are trapped in this
hallway. You have no way out. We are all doomed.”
Linvin paid little attention to the complaints. He
concentrated instead on the progress of the guards coming up the stairs, the
ones emerging from the far hallway and the rapidly growing group from the
throne-room. His gaze shifted around the three approaching enemies as he gauged
their rate of closure. Without breaking his concentration Linvin spoke firmly
to his uncle. “When this is over and we are free, reminded me to beat the life
out of Rander.” Anvar simply nodded in an effort not to affect Linvin’s thought
process.
The guards from below reached the landing on the second
level and were ascending the two side stairways. Guards took up positions at
the two ends of the hall and were slowly advancing from equal distances.
Anvar finally spoke. “I can take out a few but I cannot
channel enough magic for this fight.”
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