'If so, then why not occupy the citadel? Why keep to the woods?'
'They are wildmen, sir,' Loraica said. 'You saw them fight, Lori. They're no wildmen.' She conceded the point. 'They did seem too organized, didn't they?'
Taennen nodded.
'What is all this?' she said, motioning around the room.
Taennen smiled, thinking of Khatib's enthusiasm for the crystals. 'This is the heart of Neversfall.'
'Well, how does it work?'
'It needs a brain.'
'It doesn't have one?' she asked.
'He's being buried right now,' Taennen said, leaving the room. 'There's nothing here to see. Coordinate with Marlke, Lori. I'm going to get a count of our losses.'
Evening was consuming daylight as Adeenya stalked the plains. Even with Neversfall within sight behind her, she felt conspicuous and naked in the open. The Aerilpar was nearby, promising no end of dangers, yet that was where the tracks of the invaders seemed to lead.
She sought not only an end to the attacks and revenge for her dead but answers to a personal mystery that took precedent in her mind. Not long after the battle had ended, Adeenya discovered that her pendant, the magical device she used to communicate with her superiors was missing. The attackers who groped at her were not interested in her body but her pendant.
She remembered their probing hands and wished she could hack them off. How could they have known about the pendant? What did they want with it? True it was magical, but its power was not difficult to come by. Other than her own soldiers and the sly wizard Khatib, no one had known about the pendant. Khatib was dead, which left only her own soldiers under suspicion, and Adeenya did not want to travel that road. She refused to believe that random chance had allowed the attackers to find her pendant. She would be all the more wary until she could figure out for certain how they had known.
'Here, Orir,' Corbrinn said, interrupting her thoughts. 'Two dozen or more.'
'More than two dozen? You're sure?' she asked the halfling, who crouched on the ground before her examining tracks.
Corbrinn stood and nodded before continuing toward the forest. 'At least two dozen left the citadel on their own feet,' Corbrinn said. 'Some of these are deep, too heavy. Those are from the ones carrying fallen comrades on their shoulders.'
Adeenya motioned to her squad to follow and prompted the halfling to lead the way. At the edge of the woods, huge, dark trees loomed overhead and seemed to speak to her of the many lifetimes that had passed before their watch.
Violent lifetimes, she thought, keeping an eye out for the Aerilpar's monstrous inhabitants.
Tall undergrowth in every shade of green blocked their way but also showed signs of recent passage, indicating the attackers had fled this way. A few of the soldiers cut a path with their swords, but the going was slow.
Corbrinn seemed frustrated, climbing to the low branches of a tree to look further into the forest, confirming the path they followed. He hopped down and pushed to the head of the line. 'Out of my way, boys,' Corbrinn said, taking the lead.
The small man seemed to be swallowed by the plants all around him as he plunged forward. Adeenya followed closely behind so as not to lose track of their guide.
She followed the squirming weeds in front of her for several paces, and she was growing concerned about finding their way back. She could no longer see the edge of the woods behind them, and she did not much care for the notion of getting lost in the Aerilpar forest.
The brush before her stopped moving and she bent down, pushing some of the plants from her path. Corbrinn was there on all fours, and he looked over his shoulder at her, a finger to his lips. She squinted to look past him into the murkiness, the forest canopy letting in very little light by which to see. She jerked back when she saw motion, but she didn't think her movement had been detected. With hand signals, she ordered the troops behind her to move back quietly before crawling away herself.
Corbrinn was right behind her, and after a short distance he spoke. 'A clearing ahead. It's them. Maybe a dozen or so.
Those were the types of odds she liked. She began to stand but stopped, a thought nagging at the back of her mind. Only a dozen?
'You said two dozen came through here, didn't you?' she asked.
The halfling nodded.
'Trap?' she askedjhe halfling.
Corbrinn shrugged in response.
'Can't be certain in all this brush.'
She had no choice. They needed more information, and if this bunch were alone, she could wipe out a large number of the wildmen in one quick sweep. Passing the word quietly through the ranks, she waited until it reached the last of them before holding her spear high and dashing forward past Corbrinn. The undergrowth pounded her face, the edges of the leaves making tiny cuts across her nose and cheeks. She set foot into the clearing and whirled her weapon high over her head in an intimidating flourish.
She felt her stomach drop to her knees as she looked around and saw nothing but more trees and dense plants. The soldiers with her came to a stop and fanned out to search the clearing. The halfling entered with a confused look on his face.
'They were here. Right here,' he said, bending down to examine the tracks.
After a few moments he stood, his face flushed. 'I just don't understand.'
'You lost the trail?' she asked but could not make herself upset. The ground here was muddy. The interior of the forest was far moister than the fringe where they had entered, but even that could not account for the wet ground. The forest floor looked more like a soup than a trail riddled with tracks.
'No!' Corbrinn said, with a huff. 'I lost nothing. It just ends here.'
Adeenya spun all around, looking for any clues at all. The men they'd been following had simply disappeared, it seemed. At Corbrinn's insistence, she gave the halfling more time to examine the area, but she was not hopeful that they would find any sign of the vanished band. She looked at the faces of the men with her, all of them hungry for revenge, knowing that she could not sate their hunger that day.
'We should return,' Adeenya said.
A soft click answered her.
'Run!' Corbrinn shouted as he brushed past her leg. Adeenya spun to face the direction the halfling had come from to see bright orange flames rising from the ground and growing steadily stronger. She moved to follow Corbrinn, shoving some of her soldiers along with her until more flames appeared before them and on every side.
'Yes, it's a trap,' Corbrinn said over his shoulder.
The flames formed a nearly perfect circle. Several of the soldiers lobbed mud at the wall of flames chasing them to no avail. The fire was not spreading on the moist forest floor but that was little comfort to those trapped inside the burning circle.
'I'm sorry, miss,' Corbrinn said. 'I should have smelled the oils.'
'Let's just get out of this,' Adeenya said. 'Ideas?'
Corbrinn stepped past the soldiers and stopped a few steps from the fire. His hands moved in strange patterns, and he mumbled something indistinguishable. Above the blazing orange light, a large quantity of water appeared, hanging in the air for a moment before crashing down, extinguishing the flames and creating a plume of smoke. A gap large enough to accommodate their passage opened before them, and several of the soldiers thanked Corbrinn as they fled the trap.
The circle of fire still burned, and although the plant life there was mostly protected by the moisture, leaving the forest ablaze seemed unwise. 'Spread out, douse the flames with mud and dirt as best you can from the outside, and then we head back to Neversfall,' Adeenya said. 'We can't let it spread to the citadel.'
'And the invaders?' Corbrinn said.
