With Trejak bound we started to try and figure out how to get the horror out of him. Urgral’s first thought was to carve it out of the slavers hide. It took three of us to hold back the strong little dwarf as he tried to get his magic sword in to range of a strike
Once he calmed down we asked him what he knew about the horror. He paced back and forth on the other side of the room thinking. He told us that the horror was very small and was like a parasite. He asked Dagmar to check out the broken pot on the floor.
Vridich stepped in to the room and chanted while waving his hand at Dagmar. Vridich ended the spell casting but had a bit of a confused look for a second. Vridich quickly recovered to his stoic self. He looked at Dagmar and said “you are good.”
Dagmar picked around in the pile of sand and found nothing but a few chips of bone. When he looked at the broken pottery he found that it was covered in magical protection runes. We guessed that the Trejak had come in to the room and broken the pot releasing the horror that had infected him. Urgral said that he knew of a book on the Stag that may help. He took off to the boat.
We tried to question Trejak but he babbled on. We checked the room and secured the treasures. We were reveling in our victory when we heard Urgral screaming in pain.
Stilicho was the first to bolt. I shouted that I would stay with Trejak, Sulinn stayed too. Dagmar and Dremnin took off behind Stilicho. Vridich looked back and asked if I we were okay staying with Trejak. I told him that he was tied and how much trouble could he be. So Vridich turned lifted his robe and ran after the others.
I could hear Urgral screaming again, sitting here watching the tied prisoner was unnerving. I was standing over Trejak he kept looking to the door with each scream. I heard a noise or an echo behind me I turned my head to check, nothing. I looked back and Trejak was gone.
Where the hell did he go? I looked at Sulinn who was looking around too. I saw he pull a dagger from her cloak and strike the shadow in the corner. I heard Trejak yelp and blood splattered from the pommel of the dagger. I still could not see Trejak but I knew where he was at. I went in to a move I had just learned, Engaging Dance. I could not see him but I knew that I had ensnared him with my magic. As I danced I forced him to fight me. Now he could not run away.
I had no intent to kill Trejak but to just keep him here and defend myself until the other got back. Trejak changed the game. Suddenly I felt my bones move in directions I did not chose. I danced towards the door. He was controlling me and dancing us out of the room. I could still hear the sounds of battle coming from higher up in the temple. The rest of the unchained were busy. It was just Sulin and I, we had to act. We had to keep him from escaping.
Sulinn reacted faster than I did. She seemed to be able to see Trejak hiding in the mass of shadows and stabbed low. She struck the mass of shadows that hid Trejak. Her blade came back red and I could hear Trejak swear in pain. This gave me just enough to know where to attack. Fighting whatever was pulling at my bones I swung the hammer in a flat arc at hip level. Bamm, I could feel the solid contact and heard the pain in Trejaks grunt. “Your messing with the wrong T’skrang”, I shouted, to no answer.
I was forced to continue to dance out the door in to the next room. I was really worried that his plan would work and Trejak would get away. Sullin tossed her dagger in to the darkness. It did not hit the floor so it must have stuck in Trejak. Again using Sulinn’s marking I swung. I showed the slaver a high strike to the head. After selling the feign I brought the hammer in low at calf level. I felt the hammer hook both legs. The force swept both of his feet off the floor. Trejak appeared out of the dark, feet above his head. His panic forced him to lose his concentration on his magic. His head bounced off the floor once and he came to rest on the cold stone face down. I checked to see if he was breathing and found that he was still alive. Sulin and I dragged the unconscious slaver back in to the room and tied him up more effectively, also applying a gag. I then took a burlap sack our of my bag and put it over the top half of his body and tied him up again over the bag. He would not get out this time. I smiled to myself, thinking “I’m not the same little hatchling you enslaved once you bastard.”
Ardor Zomay Skram
Quester of Flourannus
5th Circle Tali Dancer