had never seen it before. I stank of fear and human waste. Several of Iuz’s servants led me toa large chamber, a shrine of some sort. Even now it is difficult to remember the details.
“As they marched me toward this chamber, the foul demonswhispered to me again, but this time, they told me of the ways I would be used and tortured for Iuz’s own pleasure. At this point, I no longer recalled my lifebefore Dorakaa. For me, there was only misery and fear. By the time we reached the door to the shrine, I was shaking in terror. Thoughts of escape were beyond me, but I knew, despite my misery, that I would do anything to avoid the horror that awaited me.
“When they opened the door-” Kaerion’s voice broke as hesputtered and choked on the memories.
Without hesitation, Majandra opened her arms, and he could feel the bard drawing him toward her. He didn’t resist.
“When they opened the door,” Kaerion continued, his voice abit stronger, “I saw a pack of the foulest demons the Nine Hells had everspawned. They surrounded a stone slab. As my captors drew me into the room, the hellspawn parted, revealing a boy, no more than eight years old, splayed out like a sacrifice. One of the beasts hopped toward me, its vestigial wings flapping wetly, and gave me a choice. I could either offer myself in the boy’sstead, exchanging my life for his, or they would spare my life and take the boys. I-”
Kaerion’s body nearly convulsed as heaving shudders rackedhis frame. He could feel hot tears scalding his cheeks and jaw as he relived that memory once again. “Don’t you see?” he nearly shrieked, pulling away fromMajandra’s embrace. “I
Majandra’s mouth hung open, but she did not leave.
“It was my fault!” he shouted, and then he collapsed in asobbing heap.
He felt Majandra’s arms wrap themselves around him, her handsgently lifting his tear-stained face up. At first, he closed his eyes, unwilling to see the condemnation he knew would be there, but at last, he forced them open-and was amazed to see compassion and forgiveness in the half-elf’s face.
“It was then I knew Heironeous had never forsaken me,” hesaid in a much softer voice. “It was I who had walked away from him.”
Tears continued to roll down Kaerion’s face, and he,powerless to stop it, let them fall unchallenged down his face. Gradually, the shudders lessened and the great heaving sobs withdrew, leaving him weakened and empty. Despite his emotional state, he was almost painfully aware of Majandra’sarms as they wrapped gently around his neck. His heart beat in an unfamiliar rhythm.
“Majandra, I-” he began, but was quickly silenced by thepress of the half-elf’s lips to his own. He stiffened at first in surprise, butgradually relaxed as the soft touch of her tear-salted lips sent delicious warmth through his grief-spent body. For a brief moment, he felt weightless, suspended in a private universe beyond his own inner demons, a world whose boundaries began and ended in the arms that surrounded him.
Kaerion sighed and returned the kiss deeply-only to be flungout of his contentment by the gurgling scream of a dying guardsman. He looked at the equally stunned bard as shouts and other screams filled the camp.
The attack had begun.
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The dark recesses of the swamp came alive with snarling,hissing cries. Kaerion leapt up from his comfortable perch near the half-elf and drew his sword. The final look he cast the bard before running into battle was all too brief, but he was relieved to see the same expression on her face.
The camp itself heaved with the press of bodies and naked steel. Despite the seeming chaos, Kaerion’s battle-trained awareness quicklyrecognized solid defensive tactics employed by the guards as they formed a ring around Phathas and Vaxor. Landra had obviously called in the remaining sentries and Kaerion felt some measure of relief at the captain’s prudent command.
Beneath the red-gold glare of the watch fire, Kaerion caught glimpses of the heretofore-unseen predators that had stalked them through the swamp for days. Even as he neared the battle, he couldn’t keep his gorge fromrising at the site of their blunt, wide-lipped heads and bulbous eyes.
A cry off to his left broke Kaerion’s forward charge. In theflickering light, he saw a slouching humanoid raise a steel-tipped spear at a fallen sentry. Three bounding steps brought the bulk of his body crashing into the bullywug, whose own slime-covered form went crashing into the underbrush with an angry hiss. A quick hand helped the guard to her feet before Kaerion turned and ran back to the center of camp.
“Kaerion, to me!” he heard Phathas call from the center ofthe ringed guards.
With a shout of acknowledgement at the mage’s summons,Kaerion turned the swift thrust of a spear aside with his blade and ducked beneath the wild swing of another opponents sword. Cursing, he realized his path was now blocked by three of the noisome creatures. Raising his sword, he charged into the center of his attackers, taking one through the eye and doubling another over with a sharp kick to the ribs. The third managed a sharp spear jab that caught Kaerion on the side. He cried out as the steel tip of the spear ripped through his cloak and rebounded off of the hard metal surface of his armor. Despite his luck, Kaerion knew he’d have a nasty bruise come morning-ifhe survived.
The ring of guards had drawn tighter now, collapsing inward with the growing press of humanoid bodies. In the circle’s center, Kaerion sawVaxor clap his hands together while uttering a sharp prayer to Heironeous. Golden light emanated from his joined fingertips, falling over the beleaguered guards. Kaerion felt a cold stab of guilt at this reminder of the god’s power.
A moment later, an angry buzzing filled the air. One of the creatures gave out a gurgling hiss as an arrow struck it in the back. Four more streaks of death followed in quick succession, and Kaerion knew that Gerwyth lay somewhere in the gnarled trees above the camp, raining arrows upon the attackers. Six more fell dead or dying before Kaerion fought his way through the circle’s center. A moment later, he was relieved to see Majandra’s lithe formbound through the ring of soldiers.
Breathing heavily, he acknowledged Phathas’ reassuring smilewith a quick nod of his own. The mage reached out ancient, weathered hands, placed them gently upon his shoulders, and closed thin-lidded eyes in concentration. The hairs on Kaerion’s neck prickled as a string ofunintelligible words flowed out of the spellcaster’s mouth in stately rhythm.The old mage’s eyes flew open as he reached the end of his phrase. Raising afeeble hand, he struck Kaerion a surprisingly sharp blow upon the cheek, intoning a single harsh word as flesh struck flesh.
Kaerion blinked once in surprise and then felt energy course from the point of contact to cover his entire body.
“I have made your body harder than the hardest stone,”Phathas said. “Go now and take the battle to our enemies.” The mage gave Kaerionanother smile before raising his hands above his head, obviously preparing to cast another spell.
Relieved by the had of arrows and god-wrought aid, the circle of guards was no longer merely on the defensive. Kaerion watched again with satisfaction as Landra, calmly dispatching two bullywugs with neat, economical strokes, held her charges to an even, ordered extension of their ring. Satisfied that the main body of their force had things under control, Kaerion burst from the circle, sword flashing in the firelight, and charged the knot of creatures still streaming into their camp.
A downward slash of his blade severed a spear tip from its wood body. Kaerion spun, letting his momentum carry him forward, and was gratified to feel the dull thunk as his sword bit deeply into the bloated neck of a bullywug, nearly severing its spine. Pulling the sword quickly from the shattered bone, he thrust his blade into the chest of a creature already hissing with outrage. As his opponent fell, Kaerion saw another opening and sent his sword slicing downward, laying open the stomach of a second bullywug.
Kaerion heard a now-familiar screaming gurgle off to his right and was surprised to see Vaxor laying about with his sword. In his left hand, the cleric held a shield embossed with the lightning symbol of Heironeous. Its metallic surface erupted into bright golden light, blinding the priest’sopponents as he drew near. Kaerion could
