or gate stood between them and her party. Obviously, some greater fiend kept them from stampeding into every available space.
Aleena turned her attention toward the gate and spied dark figures atop the pyramid, beside glowing tusks. A pair of tall silhouettes stood over a third creature, who lay at their feet. Slowly, she drifted closer, over the heads of the turbulent manes, penetrating the gloom, focusing upon the creatures by the gate. Her magical eye drifted higher and closer to them. At last she could make out the oily feathers, the scaly heads, the cruel beaks.
'Vrocks!' her lips pronounced, back in the corridor. 'True tanar'ri! Some of the most powerful of fiends!'
'You flatter us, human scum-wizard,' boomed Rejik's voice in her head, and both of the vulturelike fiends looked directly at her magical eye! 'Except you should've said, The most powerful of fiends!''
'Tell the worms of Tyr to come out of hiding and face us, if they dare!' cried Shaakat. Across the room, the manes began to chatter and churn with escalating blood lust.
As Aleena looked past the vrocks, at the third figure on the floor of the pyramid's flat top, one of the vrocks extended its pair of shriveled humanoid arms and gestured toward her invisible eye. Her enchantment shattered and dissolved with a shimmering rain of sparks. Back in the corridor, she unclasped her fists and slapped her hands over eyes, throwing back her head in pain. Miltiades caught her as she reeled. She drew her hands from her eyes and blinked until she could see normally again.
'They know we're here,' she said. 'There's a mass of manes just a few feet away, and two vrocks atop the pyramid, next to the gate.'
'Then it's time for justice!' cried Jacob.
'Battle positions!' ordered Kern.
'Hold,' countered Miltiades. He squinted down the hallway, toward the enemy, so close yet not coming any closer. 'They're waiting for us, aren't they?'
'Yes,' said Aleena. 'And there's more.'
The men turned and looked at her expectantly.
'Kastonoph's in there! They've got him tied up at the top of the pyramid, by the gate.'
The men gasped. 'I thought you said Noph was dead,' said Miltiades, looking at Trandon.
'They're probably creating an illusion of him to fool us,' suggested Jacob.
'Maybe I was wrong,' sputtered Trandon. 'Maybe they teleported him here to use against us.' Miltiades stared hard at him. 'Fiends teleport, don't they?'
'If Noph's in there, then there's no time to waste!' said Kern.
'Kern, if we launch a frontal assault, Noph won't live long,' cautioned Aleena.
'If we don't destroy them immediately, Noph will die much too slowly,' replied Miltiades evenly, turning to her. 'But there's a trap awaiting us in there. I know fiends, and I know how they think. If they're just waiting for us when their hordes are only thirty feet away, with nothing physical to keep them from charging us, then it's obvious that they want us to enter and fight them there.'
'What other choice do we have, Miltiades?' asked Kern. 'The way is clear!'
'What about Noph?' asked Trandon.
'What about the ambush?' asked Aleena.
'Noph is their ambush,' submitted Jacob. 'They think we're vulnerable if they have a hostage, but Noph knew the risks when he came along. The quest is the only important thing.'
Kern looked to Miltiades. 'What'U we do?'
The elder paladin looked toward the gate chamber, teeming with fiends, then back toward the corridors from which they'd come. 'One way or another, we've got to enter that chamber and take on those fiends. I think the only way to overcome the ambush, given the circumstances, is to charge straight through it.'
'Yes!' cried Jacob. Kern moved to take the lead.
Miltiades reached out and caught his fellow paladin's muscular arm. 'Not so fast…'
'Where are they?' whined Rejik. 'I never met a Tyr-leech who could resist a challenge!'
'They're smart,' answered Shaakat. 'They're trying to come up with a plan to save our little human slave, here, but they'll soon realize the only option they have is to come in swinging. Just be ready with the warding circle.'
Shaakat extended his wrinkled hands and whispered in his mind, 'I call on ggatzshrHegk.' Instantly, a shining obsidian javelin, covered from tip to tail with jagged scales, pierced the planar boundaries of the Abyss and flew to him, sizzling through the astral flow to the Prime Material, faster than time. With a black flash it appeared in his outstretched hands.
'The wizard is my first target,' he thought, hefting the weapon for a throw. 'The others will have to fight their way to us.' The vrock mentally touched upon each of the bar-lgura, commanding them to wait upon his orders, while Rejik restrained the manes.
Another few minutes passed without the heroes' attack, and the fiendish troops again grew restless.
'Where are they?' repeated Rejik. 'Why don't we just release the manes? Why don't we-'
At that moment, the resolute cry of human voices filled the cavern and three manes standing at the entrance squealed in agony, spinning violently from their feet as though struck by unseen fists. They tumbled limply to the ground with a spray of ichor and dissipated into thick black vapor. The fiends around them wailed in terror and began to crawl over each other in retreat. Four more screamed and split open with a vicious crush of invisible blows-they oozed upon the floor and began to smoke as well. Behind the advancing, invisible wall of slashing death, a bright flash briefly illuminated the shadowy profile of a humanoid before streaking like a comet to the center of the room and exploding in a massive ball of fire. The manes within the infernal blast shrieked horribly and collapsed into smoking puddles. Pandemonium erupted across the chamber. Acidic gases hung in the air where perhaps half or more of the manes had stood.
Shaakat cackled. 'Excellent command of invisibility, to maintain it in battle.'
Another tangle of sparks at the entrance to the room betrayed the transparent figure of the wizard, but this time the light was blue, and it crackled momentarily between the human's hands before shooting across the chamber in a jagged bolt of lightning. The vrocks tensed against the sting of magic and then thrust it off. The lightning passed through them and smote the wall behind with a thunderous eruption that shook the room. Their feathers stood up in the charged atmosphere around them, yet they took no hurt from the attack.
'Potent electrical assault. I almost felt it,' sneered Shaakat. 'Rejik, set the manes free and erect the ward. I’ll take care of the rest.'
Rejik released his mental hold upon the lesser fiends and focused his mind upon a line of blood, smeared along the perimeter of the pyramid's platform. He spread his wings and arms outward and froze in that position, bending his will upon making and holding a barrier as powerful as the one he and Shaakat had encountered in the Utter East. This one, however, would prove deadly to creatures of goodness and order.
Throughout the chamber, the unbridled manes clamored wildly and turned upon the invisible menace, swarming toward it. Bellows of hatred blended with howls of pain as the monsters crashed upon the circle of Tyr warriors and splattered backward. The heroes' transparent weapons shimmered in deadly arcs through the air as they slew the clawing fiends all around them. The manes piled upon one another. The chamber grew thick with the haze of their smoking dead remains.
'Time to show yourselves, cowardly primes,' thought
Shaakat. He reached out with his keen senses, found the magical aura surrounding the Tyr followers, and obliterated it with a stroke of his powerful mind. With a sizzling hiss, the four human men and one woman shimmered into view. The warrior males formed a crescent of swinging weapons, mowing down the squealing manes before them, while the female wizard gestured, calling up another spell.
Quickly, the vrock drew back his spindly arm and hurled his javelin with the strength of a giant. It buzzed like a furious wasp as it sliced through the air, and its scales stood up from its surface, making it spin like a streaking top as it homed in on its target. The spear's gleaming point drove into the throng, passing through two manes uninhibited, and bore into the chest of the wizard, knocking her from her feet with a cry of astonishment. 'I call on ggatzshriiegk,' thought Shaakat and the weapon twirled cruelly in the wizard's body, eliciting a delicious scream of agony from her, before ripping free and sailing back to him.
To Shaakat's delight, a mob of tanar'ri swarmed over the woman as quickly as she fell to the ground! Her arms and legs flailed beneath the sweeping host of scratching, gnawing manes, but she couldn't find her feet. One
