At the front of the long corridor Vipsanius and Sorus stood side by side as a massive shaped loomed out of the darkness. It stood over seven feet tall, was covered by thick white fur, its pink eyes glared out at them, and it held a massive stone club in its hand. “Steady,” said the First Rider with a quick nod to Sorus as they pulled out their blades.
“I’ve got your left,” said the boy as his feet shuffled, and he moved a few inches backward unintentionally. The creature did not have room to swing its massive weapon in an arc so instead lunged forward more like a fencer with a rapier, and Sorus brought up his own sword to deflect the blade before Vipsansius could stop him. The weight of the stone smashed aside Sorus’s blade and his arm suddenly went numb as the club caught him between the elbow and the shoulder. The First Rider jabbed forward with his own blade, the tip embedding itself in the beast’s shoulder. It screamed in pain and whipped the club around towards Vipsanius, but the First Rider managed to bring up his shield and soften the blow although the force still knocked him against the wall with a thump.
A terrible splash of dark blood poured from the wound in the creature’s shoulder, which it stared at stupidly for a moment before it raised the club again and brought it down in a short arc against the shield of the First Rider. The metal shield rang out as the stone club hammered down and drove Vipsanius back, his head snapped against the wall with a loud thud. He saw little yellow stars twirling around his head for a moment as the creature reached forward with its free hand to grab him around the neck, but the First Rider managed a quick slash with this sword that severed the massive paw at the wrist and set a spurt of blood cascading in an arc across his eyes.
At that moment Sorus stabbed at the back of the creature with a small knife gripped in his left hand and plunged it deeply into the flesh of the beast. The thing roared, spun around with its fist into Sorus’s shoulder, sent the boy down and across the floor, but this gave the First Rider a momentary respite in which he gathered his wits.
When the beast turned to face Vipsanius the man lunged forward with his blade and buried it in the thing’s neck which killed it instantly. The beast’s legs immediately collapsed, it fell forward against the First Rider, and pinned him against the wall with a crash.
Jon and Odellius, just returned from their own battle, came up on the First Rider just like that when they returned to the doorway. Sorus lay on the floor in a heap and gave off a soft groan while the great furry creature lay, half upright, against the wall. It wasn’t until Vipsanius called out, “A little help here,” that they realized the location of the First Rider.
Odellius peered around the side of the beast and spotted Vipsanius pinned to the wall as he pushed mightily, but completely ineffectually, to remove the burden.
“Once, in my youth, I hired out a Bugbear whore but I’m guessing her embrace proved more pleasant than this one?” he said with a smile. “Jon, come here and lend us a strong shoulder, the First Rider’s gotten himself in a jam.”
Jon had gone over to Sorus and shook the boy’s shoulder to make sure of his health, “Are you all right, Sorus?” but turned to look back at the words of Odellius. “I’ll be right there.”
Sorus looked up at Jon, his eyes unfocused but immediately spotted the bloody area under his arm, “You’re wounded,” he said and reached forward immediately feeling a wave of nausea and slumping back down. “I think I hit my head.”
“You’ll be ok,” said Jon. “Just sit there and don’t move for a bit. I’ve got to help Odellius and Vipsanius,” he continued, stood, and headed back to where the other two members of the party awaited him. He arrived and looked over the situation for a few moments, “Can you breathe all right?” he said to the First Rider who nodded his head and grimaced.
“I can breathe mostly fine except for this big furry lump on my chest,” he said. “It’s bled all over me and I don’t suppose anybody packed a creek?”
“No,” said Odellius with a laugh as Jon moved under the thing with his left shoulder and braced himself against the wall. The rotund knight wrapped his arms around the blood-soaked creature and said, “One, two, and heave!”
Jon pushed, Odellius pulled, and for a moment it looked like nothing happened, but then the creature slumped over to one side and then crashed to the floor as more blood flowed from the open wound at its neck.
“Big fella,” said Jon as he looked down on the creature.
“Indeed,” said Odellius. “All we had to fight was a bunch of wee little one with daggers,” he went on as he looked over the First Rider carefully. “You don’t look wounded, just a lot of blood.”
“I’m fine,” said Vipsanius who now took the time to examine Jon and Odellius. “Sir Odellius, get some cloth bandages from my pack and attend to that wound under Jon’s arm. I’ll see to Sorus, he might have a broken arm.”
Jon sat down and let Odellius peel off first his outer jerkin and then the heavy chain shirt, “The dwarves of your land must have mined out an entire mountain to forge all these links,” he said as he eyed the massive thing and then dropped it to the ground with a clank. “You do have dwarves up north, and they do mine for ore?”
Jon nodded, “We do and they do. They were one of the first independent nations to join my father in the alliance of Tanelorn,” he said with a smile. “A dwarf named Sir Pedlow Fivefist from a place called Stav’rol, you might have heard of it, one of the great cities of the Old Empire.”
“I’ve heard of it, but know little. Now, this might hurt a bit,” he said, pulling out a small flask and dipping the clean cloth bandage in it. “But we don’t want that wound to get infected and we’re without a healing priest.” With that he slapped the bandage on Jon whose eyes grew wide but he did not cry out.
“That’s smarts a bit,” he said through teeth firmly clenched.
“Now, then, you’re a strong lad,” said Odellius, “a little pain is good for you now and again. It lets you know you’re alive.”
“True enough, mmmh,” said Jon as the big bellied knight began wrapping a dressing around the bandage and made sure to pull it snug.
Jon looked over to Sorus and the First Rider for a moment and then back to Odellius. “If Sorus’s arm is broken that makes things more difficult; do you train your fighters to work with both hands?”
“Some fighters do,” said Odellius, “but remember Sorus is a brewer by training, if he took any sword work at all it was on his own without supervision. I don’t think he’ll be of much use to us from here on, but he’s a brave lad and that’s good enough.”
Jon nodded, “True,” he finally said as Odellius finished his wrapping. “Besides with you, me, and the First Rider I’d imagine we’re a formidable force against any enemy.”
Odellius nodded, “Two men and two boys against the darkling hordes, it sounds like a good story indeed. I hope that was just a random party of the things and not a concerted attack.”
Jon looked at Odellius, “I hope you’re right, but I suspect it’s far more than that. The creatures worked with the white dragon Germanius slew, and they have to know about the Staff of Sakatha,” he said as he got to his feet. “I can’t imagine they want us walking around down here, and there are all those reptile men roaming about as well. It’s possible they stirred up the darklings and we just cleaned up the mess,” he finished.
Odellius stood and helped Jon put his armor and jerkin back on, “We should move as fast as possible then. The reptiles men are down to mainly priests and not warriors. If the darklings want to destroy them it won’t be particularly difficult and we need them to lead us to the staff.”
Suddenly the First Rider looked up from Sorus whose eyes now seemed steady and strong, “That’s it, of course,” he said and stood up with a snap of his fingers. “The reptile men know where the staff is and we’re all just following them, the darklings too!”
“He’s right,” said Sorus as he got to his feet. “Jon, that white dragon knew you! Its master, that skeletal thing, was working with the dragon children, and the reptile men, so far from Darag’dal, it does make sense.”
“Are we sure that Lord Whitebone was the dragon’s master?” said Jon, looking at Sorus and putting his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Of course,” said Sorus, bobbing his head up and down. “That’s why it attacked as soon as you explained that we, that Sir Germanius, killed the thing. You saw how angry it got when we told the story. It was here to negotiate with the lizards or the dragon children for information about the Staff of Sakatha. Then we came along and ruined the plan.”
“That all my be true,” said the First Rider, “but if the thing suddenly reappeared now after who knows how many centuries, what is guiding them, and why?”
“I don’t know,” said Sorus.
