Chapter Nineteen
Klept and his juju men fled from the battle. Warm blood flowed from his left hand and his face. Within his wounded hand he carried the broken remains of his juju symbol. His contest with the invading juju and had not gone well. Beside him, his fellow juju men carried their own wounds and ruined symbols. When they had sensed Klept’s imminent defeat, they had tried to turn the tide--and had failed.
Somewhere behind them, Klept heard the zombies stumbling blindly. Klept did not think to retrieve them. Without his symbol, he could not wield the juju to command them. Even if they were to stop their flight, they would only attack Klept and his fellow juju men. Klept could not hope to regain power over them until a new juju symbol was made.
When the juju men had traveled far enough, they took a rest. Klept took their juju symbols and hid them on his person. He dared not risk any of his tribesman seeing the broken symbols. He feared that they would either side with the new juju man or else they would flee. Certainly Klept would lose his position. He eyed his fellow juju men warily. One of them might think to take his spot. Klept would not let that happen.
“What we do now?” one of them asked.
“Strong juju,” the other said.
Klept shot a glare at both of them. They were unphased. He snarled at them. They did not snarl back, but they kept their tails raised and alert. Klept knew he was in trouble then. They had seen his juju break. His position was vulnerable.
“We go to Great Juju Man,” Klept told them.
“New juju man’s juju is greater.” the second said.
“No! He is not!” Klept snarled, “Great Juju Man commands even greater juju! I have seen it! He brings life to the dead! Great juju! Greater than any other juju!”
The second did not seem convinced. “You say he gave you great juju. Your juju broke against new juju.”
“So did your juju,” Klept returned. “He a great enemy juju man! We go to our Great Juju Man and he will defeat him!”
The first juju man nodded. “Great Juju Man save us!”
The second shot a glare at the other, but lowered his tail. “Great Juju Man save us.” he agreed.
Klept breathed easier. He had kept his position. “Then we go! Great Juju Man must be warned!”
**************
The company was worse for the wear after the attack. Abdel and Ajantis had suffered no permanent harm, but Khalid and Jaheira had suffered several nasty cuts. Imoen too had taken a nasty wound and Jaheira had sealed it up with the last of her healing magic. A look around showed that all of them were exhausted.
“I need a break,” Imoen complained, when Jaheira had told them to continue on.
“That would be foolish,” Jaheira told her. “The enemy is all around us. If we rest, we risk being surrounded and overwhelmed.”
“We don’t even know where we are! Or where we’re going!” Imoen shot back. “We could be going in circles for all we know!”
“I can lead us to the source of evil,” Ajantis said. “I can sense it. There is a great evil ahead of us. I will lead us, if need be.”
“Yeah, and fall into the first pit those bastards dug for us,” Imoen snorted.
“He will have you beside him,” Jaheira told her.
“Well, I’ll be dead on my feet, so I don’t know what good that does him.” Imoen said.
“M-maybe we s-s-should t-t-turn back.” Khalid suggested.
Jaheira looked as though she were ready to murder her husband. “If we do that, the kobolds will have at least a day, maybe two to layer trap after trap for us.”
“If the foreman lets us through again,” Abdel said. “I have a feeling it won’t be so easy for us to get back into the mines again.”
“What does that matter if we die trying?” Imoen asked. “Besides, if we don’t go back, that poison is going to kill Ajantis.”
“Jaheira’s healing has kept it at bay,” Ajantis said, speaking up for the first time.
“Yeah, but it’s still affecting you!” Imoen protested. “She only slowed it down! The longer we wait, the worse you’ll get!”
“We have some hours still,” Ajantis told her. “If we press forward, we can destroy the source of the evil in these mines and return to the surface before the poison takes effect.”
“A short rest then,” Abdel said. He gave a nod to Jaheira and Ajantis, “Perhaps you cannot regain your expended powers, but the rest of us are physically exhausted. I expect both of you are too. A short rest will do us good. An hour. Maybe two.”
“Two.” Imoen said.
“One.” Jaheira said. She gave Imoen a meaningful look. “Any longer child and Ajantis may not make it back.”
“An hour then.” Imoen agreed.
“If we are to rest, then we should get out of this tunnel,” Ajantis said. “The enemy knows we are here and there are too many approaches for my liking.”
“I may know of a place for us to rest,” Jaheira said. “Not far back I saw a tunnel that seemed to have a lot of vegetation. I saw no tracks. We might take refuge there for an hour without being disturbed.”
“Sounds good,” Abdel said.
Jaheira led the company back to the tunnel she had spoken of. As she had told them, moss and small vegetation grew in plenty in the tunnel. The company quickly entered the tunnel. Their plan was to go in a short way, but far enough that the light of their lantern would not give them away. All the time, Abdel could not shake the feeling that they were being watched. He feared an attack from kobolds at any moment.
After fifteen minutes of exploring the tunnel, the company came into a large underground cavern covered in vegetation. In areas of the cavern roof, thick green slime covered the vegetation. The slime occasionally dropped from the ceiling in long, thick globs that the company was careful to avoid. In the middle of the cavern lay the remains of a battle. What looked to be several small blackened bones in the center of the cavern.
“What are those?” Abdel asked Jaheira.
“I do not know,” Jaheira said. She looked up and pointed to the ceiling. “There are burns on the ceiling too…”
“Hey, wait a minute!” Imoen bent low and shifted her hand through the blackened bones and produced a blackened skull. It was shaped like a dog’s. “This...this is a kobold’s skull!”
Ajantis took the skull, “It’s been burned clean...what could have done this?”
Jaheira took the skull, “The burns are recent, I think...but if that is so, why?”
Abdel took the skull, “Maybe they burn their dead? It would explain the ceiling, I think.”
“But why lay them out like this and not in a large fire pit?” Jaheira wondered.
“Ewww!”
Everyone turned to Imoen, who was frantically trying to wipe away some green slime from the back of her tunic. “Gross!”
“Grow up!” Abdel snapped. “It’s just some slime! Clean it off!”
“I’m trying! Ugh! It’s making my skin numb!” she complained.
“You may be allergic,” Jaheira said. “I will tend to you in a moment.”
“I can get it.” Imoen huffed.
“Let us stay away from the slime,” Ajantis said. He pointed to the far corner, where the kobolds had seemingly entered. “We will rest over there. I don’t see any slime there. Less strange vegetation.”
“No, I don’t like it here,” Abdel said. “There are kobolds here. That means they’ve been here before.”
“We can’t waste time going back,” Ajantis argued.
Abdel looked around and pointed to an entrance farther down the cavern. It was covered in thick vegetation. “There! We’ll cut through there and find a place to rest.”
“I see more of that slime there.” Ajantis said.
“Well, we can burn it off,” Abdel said. He turned and started for the passage. As he approached, his eyes caught something. “Hey! A sword!”
In the vegetation covering the door, stuck in a particularly thick root, Abdel found a thin arming sword. It had a simple guard that Abdel did not care for, but his eye caught upon the beautiful moonstone upon its pommel. Along the blade Abdel made out four sigils that he was certain were elven. Abdel reached down and grasped the sword by the hilt. Slowly he drew it out and held it up to examine.
“It’s beautiful! It looks like it might even be magical!” He told the others. He turned to take a swing at the vines.
Abdel heard Jaheira gasp. He turned to look at her. Her face was horror stricken. He frowned. “What?” he called to her.
“Abdel! Put that down! That’s a moonblade!” Jaheira called out. “None but those it chooses may wield it or--”
Abdel cried out in pain and dropped the sword to the floor. He shook his raw, red hand. The sword clanked to the ground. Abdel looked from his burnt hand to the sword in amazement. Gingerly, he reached down and probed the hilt of the sword with a finger. He jerked back, expecting another burn, but the sword was cool. He probed it again, finding nothing, he slowly picked it up. The sword had only burned him when he had attempted to cut the vines.
“Abdel! Put that down!” Jaheira commanded. “Abdel!”
Abdel looked to Jaheira. “It seems fine now,” he told her.
“Does it?” Jaheira growled.
“Yeah, I…”
Jaheira slapped at the burn on Abdel’s hand. He cried out and jerked back. Jaheira followed it with a slap to the head. “Are you addled? It just burned you! And you’re lucky that’s all it did! Moonblades kill all those unworthies who attempt to wield them.”
Abdel stared down warily at the sword, as if it might strike him dead at any time. “Well, what is a sword like this doing down here?”
“How should I know?” Jaheira demanded.
“Hey look, a sheath.” Imoen said. She had come over to examine the vine-covered cavern and had discovered the sheath.. Already vines had grown over it. It was a beautiful sheath of fine leather with gold and silver around the neck, in which rubies had been set. She pulled the sheath free and handed it to Abdel. “It should be safe in this, right? Magic swords have to be drawn to work.”
“Well, that is how it always works in the old stories,” Abdel said. He took the sheath and slid the elven blade inside. It was a perfect fit. Abdel buckled it onto his belt. “Well, we’ll worry about this later. I expect some elves might want it back. Perhaps they’ll offer a reward for its return. In the meantime, we need to get through this cavern.”
Abdel drew his sword and began to hack at the wall. The vines snapped and broke. Abdel struck with such ferocity that it almost seemed as if the vines were shuddering. Abdel was halfway through when a hand appeared from within the vines. Abdel started. What was a hand doing in the vegetation?
Words came and Abdel perceived his danger. He tried to throw himself out of the way, but he was too slow. A bright flash of scintillating colors overwhelmed him. Abdel’s mind spun away from him and it was a short time before it returned to him. He opened his eyes, once again in the dark gloom of the mines. He started in alarm, but no attack came. He looked around and gasped.
Abdel saw an elf, tall and noble in bearing. He had dark black hair and pale flesh, though with what seemed to be a blue tint. His eyes were a bright green and within them Abdel saw small golden flecks. He was dressed in long purple wizard robes, underneath which he wore a loose tunic and leggings. He wore high brown boots. Abdel realized he was in the presence of a moon elf, one of the high elves. One of the most noble and wonderous of the elf race. He might have seemed like a god, had not his robes and clothes been torn and dirty and the man looked as though he had not eaten in a tenday.
“Who...who are you?” he asked the elf. “Where did you come from?”
“I am Xan,” the elf said. His voice was flat and seemed to hide mockery somewhere in every word. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. It’s not everyday I meet a bumbling idiot who brings down a horde of kobolds upon my head.”
Abdel stared at him, “What?”
“He was hiding in that sealed cavern you chopped through,” Jaheira told him.
“You were that light!” Abdel realized.
“Hmmm, master did always warn me about using that spell at point blank,” Xan thought out loud. “He said it could cause permanent blindness or a concussion. I didn’t think it would make someone addle.”
“He’s always been a bit addled, to be honest.” Imoen snarked.
“What a relief.” Xan said, though Abdel sensed he did not mean it.
Abdel got to his feet. “What were you doing in that cavern anyway? What’s down there?”
“Nothing of any good to me, that’s for sure.” Xan said.
“Then what were you doing in it?” Abdel asked.
“Trying to save my skin,” Xan said. “Then you came along and have no doubt dragged a horde of those kobolds after you.”
“Sorry,” Abdel said, not meaning a word of it.
“Yes, well I suppose it’s what I get for praying for help.” Xan grumbled.
“If you have found a safe cavern we can hide up in, then we would be glad to share it with you,” Ajantis said. “Surely several more will make it safer. I can’t imagine sleeping well with no watch.”
“Yes well...I wouldn’t think so.” Xan said. “Lots more vegetation and slime.”
“Tell me about it,” Imoen said. She rubbed the back of her neck. “My neck is still numb.”
Xan raised a brow. “Oh, is it? Well, sorry to hear.”
“Are you going to share your cave with us or not?” Ajantis asked. “Surely it cannot be so bad, if you have taken refuge within.”
“Well, why not?” Ajantis said. “I’m doomed anyway. Why not have company? Come on in. But don’t cut anymore at the vines. I had worked hard to put up a barrier to keep the cretins out. With luck, they may not enter.”
The company thanked Xan and followed him into the cavern, stepping through the hole that Abdel had made. “How did you get the entrance to grow over like that?” Jaheira asked.
“Oh, a minor spell my master taught me long ago,” Xan said.
“Hey, did you lose a sword by any chance?” Abdel asked. He pointed to the moonblade on his belt.
“I did,” Xan said.
“Oh, well you can have it back if you wish,” Abdel said and began to unbuckle it.
“Oh don’t bother,” Xan said and waved a hand dismissively. “What good would it do me? We’re all going to die anyway. Come on, this way. And do be careful with that lantern. Lots of vegetation here. Burning to death is my third least favorite way to die.”
“What are the other two?” Abdel asked.
“Drowning is my second and quartering the first.” Xan said. He shuddered.
The company followed him and they discovered he was right; the vegetation and slime grew thicker and more prominent as they delved. The company had to be careful to avoid the horrible green slime. Twice Ajantis suggested setting fire to it, but Xan insisted that they shouldn’t. “You’ll choke us with smoke. Did all they teach you was how to swing a sword? Besides, this stuff irritates your skin. What do you imagine it’ll do to our lungs if we breath it in?”
Xan led them to a small chamber, where the plant and slime had not yet reached. The company immediately dropped their gear and rested. Jaheira tended to Abdel’s burn with some balm and gave Imoen some water and lotion. “Wash off as much as that slime as you can manage, then put on some of that lotion.”
“Would you like some help with that?” Xan offered.
“She doesn’t need help from a cretin like you!” Ajantis snapped.
Xan shrugged. “Can’t blame a fellow getting one last peak before he dies, can you?”
Abdel saw Imoen flush and smirk. In the end she went off into the cavern to handle the rash as best she could. Exhausted, Abdel found a spot where he could lay on his pack and take a nap. The rest of the company, save Ajantis, took a short meal. Xan stared at their food like a starving dog. Jaheira offered him some meat and bread. The elf eagerly took it and eagerly devoured the food. When offered more, he ate that too. Abdel yawned and turned over and decided to get some sleep.
Abdel did not sleep well. He dreamed himself a piece of bread, slowly being devoured by a giant skull that wept tears of blood. Abdel started from the terrible nightmare. He looked around. Around him, the rest of the company had fallen asleep. Except Imoen and Xan, who were bent over their own pack. He heard the smacking of lips and the sound of tearing.
“Imoen?” Abdel called. “What are you doing…”
Imoen turned and Abdel started. Her face was covered in crumbs and bits of food, but it was the feral look in her eyes that had startled him. For a brief moment, she did not seem to have recognized him. Not as Abdel, for any instance. She swallowed and licked her lips, then cleaned off her face.
“What’s going on?” Abdel asked. He felt something was terribly wrong.
“Hungry,” Imoen told him. “That’s all.”
“You were like a pig at a trough,” Abdel told her. “If you eat like that, you won’t have any…”
Abdel realized that Imoen was not eating out of her own pack, but rather had taken Ajantis’s pack. Nearby, Abdel saw her pack; it had already been turned inside out. All of her traveling gear had been deposited on the cavern floor. He stared at Imoen in disbelief.
“Don’t be too angry with her,” Xan said. “This is hungry work.”
Abdel turned and saw that Xan had Khalid’s pack and nearby, Jaheira’s. Both had been emptied. The sickness of the scene gave birth to anger. “Hey! Are you two mad? You’re eating all the food!”
“Well, we’re doomed anyway,” Xan told him with an unapologetic shrug. “Might as well have one last meal, right?”
“You said the kobolds wouldn’t come down here!” Abdel yelled.
“Aye,” Xan said. “It’s not them we have to worry about. It’s this.”
Xan turned and pulled down the back of his robe. Abdel gasped. A horrible green growth had taken hold at the base of Xan’s neck and spread well down the spine and out across the back. Xan then pulled up a sleeve of his robes and revealed more of the growth on his arm. Then at Xan’s prompting, Imoen showed her back and pulled down her tunic to reveal a similar growth, though not at the same state as Xan’s.
“What in the hells is that!” Abdel cried.
“I don’t know,” Xan admitted. “It’s some sort of parasite, as far as I figure. Really, I was doomed before I started. It fell on me some time ago. I took refuge in this cavern after those kobolds chased me in here. Fool that I was, I had thought the gods had smiled on me. That slime...it carries the infection.”
“Then why did you lead us down it you bastard!” Abdel yelled.
Xan’s eyes went glassy. “It’s hungry Abdel. So very hungry. With the five of you, it will feed and grow stronger. Larger.”
“You’re mad.” Abdel realized.
“He isn’t,” Imoen said. Abdel turned and saw the same glassy eyed expression on her face. “It’s hungry Abdel...I...I can’t fight it...we shouldn’t fight it…”
“Wake up!” Abdel called to the others. “Help! Enemies!”
None of them awoke.
“A simple spell put the squire to sleep.” Xan explained. “The other two were more difficult, but when Imoen joined me, we were able to overpower the two.”
Abdel saw that neither Jaheira nor Khalid had fallen asleep naturally then; each had a nasty dark knot upon their heads. Rage boiled in Abdel. He reached and drew his sword. “I don’t know what you’ve done to her,” he told Xan. “But I am going to kill you.”
The venom in Abdel’s voice took the elf by surprise, but it quickly vanished. “I cannot allow that dear friend. We are to be fed upon. Our escorts have arrived.”
From the tunnel emerged four figures. Abdel gasped. They had once been people; but their bodies had become fully engulfed in the terrible green growths that afflicted Xan and Imoen. Their movements were awkward, like the zombies powered by a dark priest. Abdel turned and went for Ajantis and tried to shake him awake, but it did him no good.
“Don’t fight it Abdel,” Imoen told him. “It’s not so bad. The slime numbs your senses, so you don’t even feel it.”
Abdel turned back to the coming creatures. He pulled his warhammer free. He had no choice. He would fight them all. The first of the plant zombies broke into an awkward charge. It reached out with outstretched hands. Abdel sidestep the attack and took one of its legs. The plant zombie cried out and hit the ground hard. Abdel spun and brought Ashideena to bear upon it. He crushed its skull and a jolt of electricity scorched it black. Eerily, the thing still screamed in pain, though it should have been dead.
Abdel had no time to think about it. The second and third zombies were upon him and he was forced to skip away to evade their attacks. Before he could counter attack, the fourth zombie rushed him. Abdel met its charge, driving his sword into the zombie’s chest, up to the hilt. The zombie jerked and screamed. Abdel gave it a shove and slammed Ashideena into its skull, setting its ruined skulled aflame.
From out of nowhere came one of the remaining two zombies. It slammed its fist into Abdel’s torso and took the wind out of him. A second blow sent him flat onto the ground. Abdel scrambled to evade the next blow, but none came. Instead, a terrible cold splashed upon the back of his neck. Abdel felt horrible burning pain and then--nothing. The sensation in his neck turned numb. Abdel rolled to his feet and slammed his hammer into the zombie’s kneecap. The zombie screamed and hit the ground.
“Enough!” Xan cried.
The zombies halted in their struggles. Abdel looked to Xan. He held out a hand. “You have lost Abdel. The slime is already upon you and you cannot remove it.”
Abdel felt his stomach lurch. Already he could feel the numb sensation spreading down his spine. Fear and rage shook him. “No. No. No!”
“Drop the hammer, Abdel. Surrender.” Xan commanded and there was a strange power in his words. Abdel felt his hand move, as if on its own accord. The hammer dropped. He stared down at it, mesmerized. He had lost. He felt it.
Xan sighed. “You have lost. Come, sit with us. The presence is not an evil thing. It is hungry and must feed. We are doomed. Let us enjoy what delights that we can. It will please the presence too. Imoen here is very fetching. She will be a delight to share…”
Abdel roared and rushed the elf. The elf was too surprised to perform a spell. Abdel had lost his hammer and his sword, but he still held the elf’s sword. He knew the sword would burn him and perhaps do worse, but he drew it anyway. The handle burned red hot in his hand, but Abdel did not let go. He leapt at Xan and drove the sword deep into his belly. Xan screamed and shoved Abdel away. In the instant after, a blue flame ignited and consumed elf and sword.
A scream erupted from Imoen and the plant zombies. Imoen grabbed at her head and the zombies spasmed. The blue flame grew higher and then as suddenly as it had come, vanished. Abdel had expected to see the charred husk of the elf, but the elf stood, untouched by the flames. Not only that, but the sword was no longer in his belly and showed no sign that it had ever been. He held it aloft in his right hand and stared at in wonder. A glow came from a rune on the blade, one that Abdel had not seen upon it before.
“No! The sword! You bastard!” Imoen screamed.
Imoen drew her sword and rushed at Xan. With surprising speed and skill, Xan deflected the tip of her sword and sliced straight through Imoen. The sword did not even slow as it cut through her. Imoen screamed and a blue flame engulfed her. All around them, the plant zombies screamed and writhed in pain. Abdel screamed too, for Imoen.
His scream died when the blue flame vanished and left an untouched Imoen. She lay upon the cavern floor, eyes wide and breathing hard--but alive. Abdel turned and saw Xan move from zombie to zombie. A blue tongue of flame danced upon the blade of his sword. He cut down one zombie after the other. The flames spread across the creatures, burning away the vegetation and leaving nothing behind but smoke and blackened skeletons.
Finally, Xan stood over Abdel. “Hold still,” he told Abdel.
Abdel was too shocked to speak or move. Xan placed the flat of the burning blade across the back of his neck. The numbness that had spread across his neck and back suddenly grew hot. Abdel yelped and jerked away, rolling to put out the fire. He leapt to his feet, ready to fight, but Xan had turned his attention back to the tunnel.
“We don’t have much time,” he told Abdel.
“What do you mean?” Abdel asked.
“It will send all that it has against us,” Xan told him.
Abdel eyed the elf. “It told you that?”
“No,” Xan reached up and pulled down the back of his tunic and robe. Abdel saw that the green growth was gone. “I am no longer connected to it. But it is a simple mind and I have suffered under it for days. It will throw all of its slime zombies at us now.”
“How many are there?” Abdel asked, wondering if they could defeat so many.
“Too many.” Xan told him. “Quickly! Waken the others! I will break my spell upon Ajantis!”
Abdel went to Jaheira and Khalid and tried to wake them, but it was no use. He went to Imoen. She stared blankly and only shivered. “Imoen! Imoen!” Abdel yelled. He jerked her up and gave her a good slap.
She came to. She looked at him. “Abdel? Abdel, what happened. I had...there had been a voice. In my head.” she shuddered. “It was terrible...it was...inside me...eating me... oh gods Abdel…”
“We have to go!” Abdel told her. He tried to get her to focus. He took her in one arm and brought her over. “Xan says many more are on the way. You must help us bear Jaheira and Khalid. Hurry!”
Not far away, Ajantis was awake. He started at the sight of the elf and the burning corpses. “By Helm’s Eye, what is going on here?” he demanded.
“No time,” Xan said. “There are many more of these creatures on their way. Slim chance as it is, we must try to escape.”
Ajantis needed no more explanation than that. He leapt to his feet and hurried to Khalid’s side. “I will bear him. Abdel, you take Jaheira. Imoen, lead the way.”
“No, I will lead,” Xan told them. He went to the entrance and with his moonblade he set the vegetation and ooze aflame. The tunnel was ablaze in a brushfire.
“Are you mad!” Ajantis protested. “You’ve sealed us in!”
“We were already trapped,” Xan told him. “You had been since it had brought you here. If any had tried to leave, the olive slime would have accosted you. You would not have escaped.”
“And what now?” Ajantis demanded. “Now we are trapped!”
“And I thought I was the pessimist,” Xan said wryly. He gestured to the tunnel. “See, the fire goes out even now. Hurry! Death will be quick to reach us!”
The two did not question. Abdel and Ajantis took the last two of their company. Abdel felt
his heart fluttered as he hoisted Jaheira onto his back. Imoen busied herself with retrieving the packs and what contents she could. When the fire had died down and the smoke cleared enough for them to see, Xan led them into the tunnel. Ajantis followed, Imoen behind him, and Abdel in the back. Xan made a turn and ran ahead. He slashed and cut at the vegetation, setting another blaze.
“Don’t stop!” Xan yelled back to them. “Don’t stop!”
Into the burning flames the company ran. Fire licked at their heels and smoke burned their eyes and threatened to choke them, but still they ran. They did not slow until they came upon the tunnel of the entrance, too weary and half-choked with smoke to continue on. The company slowed, despite Xan’s insistence.
“Come what may, I must rest.” Ajantis told them. “Even if every foul monster within a hundred miles should descend upon us.”
“You’re not half wrong,” Xan told the squire. “I should have known it would be you that’d get us all killed.”
“Come on Ajantis, we can rest later,” Abdel said, though he was in little better shape than Ajantis.
With much difficulty, Ajantis forced himself to his feet and continued, though only at a half-trot. Xan grumbled, but said little more. The company was within the last fifty yards of the entrance when Imoen stopped suddenly. She turned back. Abdel stopped, concerned. She did not listen to his urgent words.
“Something’s coming…” she told him, her voice small and terrified.
“We know!” Abdel yelled. “Hurry, we must get out!”
Imoen shook her head and Abdel could see the hopelessness in her face. “There are too many of them Abdel. Too many. We can’t escape. We won’t be safe beyond the tunnel. They’ll come after us. It’s angry Abdel. Very angry.”
“We don’t have the time!” Abdel yelled and he insisted she follow him, but she would not move, held by some unseen terror.
Then Abdel saw it. At the very edge of his vision. He could not make them out, for it was too dark, but he saw a horde of shapes coming down the tunnel. From behind, Abdel heard Xan yelling for them to flee. Abdel half-turned, but Imoen would not move. Seeing that she would not move, Abdel transferred Jaheira onto one shoulder and rushed to Imoen’s side. Without stopping, Abdel scooped her up, turned and raced as fast as his legs could carry him towards the others.
Strong as Abdel was, he could not move at a great pace with the two women upon him, but he made better time than he had thought and kept ahead of the pack of monsters that now pursued them. The entrance grew wider as it grew closer. Just outside he could see Xan and Ajantis. Khalid had been laid down beside them and Ajantis had drawn his sword. Abdel called to them to run, but they did not seem to hear him.
Then behind him, Abdel heard a sound of scurrying. He turned his head to get a look and caught a glimpse of many small things hurrying at the feet of the horde of monsters that chased him. He could not tell what they were, and had to turn his head forward to keep his balance. Over his shoulder, Imoen shrieked.
“Run! Run!” she yelled at him. “The rats! The rats! It ate the rats!”
It took only a moment for Abdel to realize what Imoen told him. The terror that struck his heart awoke a previously unknown burst of energy. Abdel ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He did not see or even hear them, but he had the sense that just on the nip of his heels, the rats followed. His breath was labored, his body was covered in sweat, and he thought his lungs would implode, but still he ran. In the final five yards, he felt his body begain to fail him. His muscles threatened collapse with every step and his vision was blurred. Behind him, he thought he heard something, then he felt something warm and slimey splash his leggings.
Abdel opened his mouth and screamed, screamed and with every ounce left in him, ran out of the entrance and past Xan and Ajantis, where finally he collapsed. Imoen and Jaheira were thrown from him and onto the cavern. Still exhausted, Abdel turn and saw what chased him and wished he had never looked. A horde of misshapen monsters was behind him; rats, kobolds, humans, bats, and long worm-like creatures. Or so he guessed them, for so covered and consumed by the horrible green growth, Abdel could not be sure. Between them and he, stood Xan and Ajantis.
“And here I was thinking I might not die today,” Xan said wistfully.
“You shall not!” Ajantis said loudly and stepped forward.
Xan muttered something, but it became unintelligible, for at that moment a great light pierced the gloom of the caverns. The light; a bright white light came from Ajantis’s helm. At once, what Abdel took for an old, worn helm so unremarkable it might have been part of the squire’s hair, now seemed like a brilliant helm meant for a king. It seemed to be made of silver, with diamonds, rubies, and opals set within it. Ajantis spoke. From one of the diamonds flashed a blast of scintillating colors. The colors washed over the charging monsters. Some were set aflame, others were frozen, some dissolved into bones, and others turned to stone.
Yet more came. Ajantis took several steps forward and unleashed another blast of scintillating colors. More of the monsters died, yet more came. A third blast of scintillating colors diminished the horde, but took with it much of the bright light of the helm. Even so, Abdel saw that it only allowed them a short reprieve; for more were coming. Abdel did not know how much magic was left within the beautiful helm, but he did not expect it to be much.
Abdel heard Ajantis speak again, but this time, the words were different. Frome one of the fire opals a bead of fire shot out and into the path of the horde. It exploded into a bright ball of fire and set the monsters ablaze. Screams of agony rang from the mob, but so great was the rage of the evil presence that drove the monsters that those behind trampled those in front. As they did so, Ajantis called out again and another bead of fire struck them and exploded, killing those already burning and setting the rest aflame.
Still the presence did not give up and another wave of monsters trampled over the second, where they too were met with a bead of flame and a third explosion. On and on it went, until after the dozenth time, the burning bodies were so high, that it was impossible to climb over them and those that tried burned away themselves. Ajantis stood at the entrance, pale and exhausted. The light from his helm had diminished considerably and Abdel saw that many of the fine red opals that had adorned his helm were dark and cracked. At last, the light faded and they were given light only by the blue flame of Xan’s sword and the small lantern they carried with them.
For a long moment, the company was silent. Finally, it was Imoen who broke the silence. “What now?” she asked.
“Let’s get away from this smoke and flames, before it chokes us to death,” Abdel said.
“Yes, let’s.” Xan said. “Though they are far away, there are other passages that lead here. I would prefer not to die to a parasitic slime. I could have gotten that from my mother.”