---------Chapter 4: 'We are SO doomed'.---------
"Settle down, all of you!" shouted Jerhyn, standing between the Town Guards and the Iron Wolves. Ever since they had reached the boat, they were becoming restless, snapping at each other and being all-around jerks. Eventually they would have to touch down on land, and set out for the Rogue Monastery. It had only fallen once.they were afraid it had fallen a second time. "Now, please, go play cards or something. Just stop fighting.Drognan, put the staff down. If you hit Ormus, he'll hit you back."
Ormus and Drognan glared at each other, daggers flying from their eyes. Slowly they walked away from each other, leaving Greiz and Asheara to drag their men away from each other. Hratli and Jerhyn sighed at the same time, then turned to each other.
"Immature bastards. All of them." Muttered Hratli, looking at Fara with an arched eyebrow. "I take it that she was a Paladin.did she know of the corruption?"
Jerhyn shrugged. "It's possible that she left right before Mephisto corrupted them. There are several rogue Paladins out there; the ones who hunted Diablo."
"True.over there, is that land?"
Westmarch spread out before the boat, a wonderful sight to say as the passengers were hoping to crash. Anything to end this seasickness. Alkor was right; Meshif WAS the tour-guide for the stupid. As the boat docked, the Iron Wolves almost jumped off, happy to see land, though not so much as the Town Guards. They celebrated for a second before remembering that they were at war with each other and started glaring again. What was suprising, however, was the large group of warriors, along with several Rogues. From the middle of the throng, Egwene waved her staff around, calling out to them.
"You made it! Good.Atma said you guys were going to probably come to the Monastery.we have bad news, however.the Monastery still stands, Rogues still inhabit it.but it's almost impossible to reach without a Waypoint.and the Waypoints inside the Monastery have been deactivated because the demons were using them to get inside.it will take us about three days to reach a Waypoint."
Jerhyn blinked. "But you just said that the Points inside the Monastery were deactivated." Egwene nodded. "So how do we get in?"
The Sorceress tapped her staff and smiled. "Well, we take a Waypoint to the nearest Point outside of the Monastery and then run to the doors. We have the best army there is with us; the Knights of Westmarch have promised to help us get there, and now that we have both the Iron Wolves and your Guard, we'll get there much easier.now let's go."
Alkor looked up. "Potatoes?"
The Rogue Monastery was quiet that day. Hundreds of demonic camps flickered just outside the walls, the demonic Fallen trying to keep the great Brutes under control. Occasionally one would break free and tear apart a camp or two before being brought down, but it was becoming more and more rare.
"I've never seen so many Fallen in one place for a while now.how does the Sorceress plan to get back in with a large group? They'll surely get attacked constantly."
One of the Rogues looked in the distance, noticing repeated, uneven flashes of Lightning with no thunder. The High Priest of the Sisterhood Of The Sightless Eye, Akara, smiled. "Well, here she comes.and she must have found some other Sorceresses."
The Iron Wolves laughed, enjoying the bloodbath as fire and lightning tore through attack after attack. The more calculating Wolves, those trained with Ice, covered the flank. Egwene, along with Ormus and Drognan, threw whatever came to mind into the throng.
"Take out those Shamans or destroy the corpses! We don't want those Imps getting back up!"
As that was said, three Brutes charged in from the western flank, throwing Iron Wolves aside like they were nothing. Three of the Westmarch knights, along with two of the Guards, began to fight back. The two Rogues took aim and began to fire arrows at anything that had been dead seconds before.
"We're in trouble, Egwene.we have to start moving forward. The Town Guard and those Knights can handle whatever attacks, but we have to get inside the walls before something actually happens!"
The Sorceress nodded, a great wall of fire rising underneath one of the Shaman. This wasn't working; the Shamans were getting up from having their heads removed, from being shocked to death and even from being impaled on sharp, pointy things. Grumbling, she swung her staff at a larger Shaman and broke the staff in half.
"SON OF A.you jerk! That staff cost me a fortune!"
The Shaman laughed, starting to summon a fireball. It never got the chance as a great Meteor crushed it, sending flaming debris everywhere. Egwene turned to see a flash of light, and paid it no further heed. Instead, she stole the Shaman's staff and broke it in half, the mystical bonds breaking and killing the revived Fallen. Shaking her head, now unarmed, the Sorceress ran back towards Jerhyn, Asheara and Fara, grumbling. "Do either one of you have a decent staff that fuels energy to anything flammable?"
Both shook their heads no, then began to move forward. Jerhyn didn't move, his head bowed. Egwene froze, focusing on the Prince. "Fara.are you sure he.crap."
The Prince turned slowly, then fell forward, three arrows piercing his eyeballs as several Skeleton Archers ducked down. Fara screamed and stood over the Prince, even slapping him, before letting him fall to the ground. Her eyes had gone hard and she screamed again, pulling a sword out of nowhere. A third scream set her charging forward into the trees to seek revenge on the Archers. Not even three steps into the trees and an arrow embedded itself in her throat, and a guttural cheer rose. From the trees, a Rogue emerged, obviously corrupted by.something. She drew back the string of her bow, a glowing red arrow forming and fired it at Egwene, who had the sense to duck. The arrow whizzed by harmlessly, impaling itself in the side of a Brute. Naturally, the Brute didn't like this.
Immediately chaos broke free. Skeletons, Fallen and the corrupted Rogue were fighting against the very large, very angry group of Brutes which were also, ironically, smart enough to tear the Shamans apart first. Egwene and the remaining warriors stared in silent amazement. As the last Fallen chunks fell, the Brutes noticed the now-bad group and bellowed again.
"Uh.let's have a vote. Who wants to." the Sorceresses words died as she noticed that everyone else was already running away. She sighed and followed suit, teleporting behind the great wave of Brutes and into a dead run. Silently, she wondered why it's called a 'dead run', when the dead OBVIOUSLY don't run. Or move. Unless they're Skeletons.
The Rogues watched in mild amusement as the group of warriors appeared in the distance and gaining fast. The occasional flash signified someone Teleporting.the gates, however, were still closed.and it would take them a while to open the gates again.
"I'll teleport ahead!" snapped Egwene, vanishing once again. The Rogues were suspecting this, and had begun to slowly open the main gates. Egwene appeared behind the gate, her eyes wide. She turned to see the gate opened just enough for people to enter, two at a time. Or a very agile Brute.
"Take out those Brutes!" she snapped, three arrows already flying through the air. As one they connected on the lead Brute, causing it to only pause. It didn't care that it was just shot in the face with a bunch of flaming arrows; it just wanted to destroy. Another volley of arrows dropped two Brutes behind the lead, still leaving 5. The Iron Wolves turned on a heel, the combined forces of fire and ice impacting upon the lead Brute and two behind it. The weaker ones fell as chunks of ice, but still.
"It won't die!" someone shouted, much to Egwene's annoyance. She may be staff-less, but she could still fight...she then noticed the green tint to the fur and smiled.
"That's Treehead Woodfist! He's immune to almost anything we throw at him except."
Two of the Wolves nodded and unleashed a heavy barrage of lightning bolts. Treehead froze again. It was beginning to weaken. Very slowly. A burst of electric energy sent it to a knee. A bolt of lightning dropped it to the ground. One last shot and.
Cheers erupted from the Rogues, easily picking off the group of remaining Brutes. For once, the wilderness was quiet. As the last Iron Wolf walked in, Kashya ran up and, uncharacteristic of herself, hugged Egwene.
"Thank you! We can now handle our real problems."
Egwene looked at Kashya with a blank look. "Real problems?" Kashya nodded and motioned for her to follow.
"Settle down, all of you!" shouted Jerhyn, standing between the Town Guards and the Iron Wolves. Ever since they had reached the boat, they were becoming restless, snapping at each other and being all-around jerks. Eventually they would have to touch down on land, and set out for the Rogue Monastery. It had only fallen once.they were afraid it had fallen a second time. "Now, please, go play cards or something. Just stop fighting.Drognan, put the staff down. If you hit Ormus, he'll hit you back."
Ormus and Drognan glared at each other, daggers flying from their eyes. Slowly they walked away from each other, leaving Greiz and Asheara to drag their men away from each other. Hratli and Jerhyn sighed at the same time, then turned to each other.
"Immature bastards. All of them." Muttered Hratli, looking at Fara with an arched eyebrow. "I take it that she was a Paladin.did she know of the corruption?"
Jerhyn shrugged. "It's possible that she left right before Mephisto corrupted them. There are several rogue Paladins out there; the ones who hunted Diablo."
"True.over there, is that land?"
Westmarch spread out before the boat, a wonderful sight to say as the passengers were hoping to crash. Anything to end this seasickness. Alkor was right; Meshif WAS the tour-guide for the stupid. As the boat docked, the Iron Wolves almost jumped off, happy to see land, though not so much as the Town Guards. They celebrated for a second before remembering that they were at war with each other and started glaring again. What was suprising, however, was the large group of warriors, along with several Rogues. From the middle of the throng, Egwene waved her staff around, calling out to them.
"You made it! Good.Atma said you guys were going to probably come to the Monastery.we have bad news, however.the Monastery still stands, Rogues still inhabit it.but it's almost impossible to reach without a Waypoint.and the Waypoints inside the Monastery have been deactivated because the demons were using them to get inside.it will take us about three days to reach a Waypoint."
Jerhyn blinked. "But you just said that the Points inside the Monastery were deactivated." Egwene nodded. "So how do we get in?"
The Sorceress tapped her staff and smiled. "Well, we take a Waypoint to the nearest Point outside of the Monastery and then run to the doors. We have the best army there is with us; the Knights of Westmarch have promised to help us get there, and now that we have both the Iron Wolves and your Guard, we'll get there much easier.now let's go."
Alkor looked up. "Potatoes?"
The Rogue Monastery was quiet that day. Hundreds of demonic camps flickered just outside the walls, the demonic Fallen trying to keep the great Brutes under control. Occasionally one would break free and tear apart a camp or two before being brought down, but it was becoming more and more rare.
"I've never seen so many Fallen in one place for a while now.how does the Sorceress plan to get back in with a large group? They'll surely get attacked constantly."
One of the Rogues looked in the distance, noticing repeated, uneven flashes of Lightning with no thunder. The High Priest of the Sisterhood Of The Sightless Eye, Akara, smiled. "Well, here she comes.and she must have found some other Sorceresses."
The Iron Wolves laughed, enjoying the bloodbath as fire and lightning tore through attack after attack. The more calculating Wolves, those trained with Ice, covered the flank. Egwene, along with Ormus and Drognan, threw whatever came to mind into the throng.
"Take out those Shamans or destroy the corpses! We don't want those Imps getting back up!"
As that was said, three Brutes charged in from the western flank, throwing Iron Wolves aside like they were nothing. Three of the Westmarch knights, along with two of the Guards, began to fight back. The two Rogues took aim and began to fire arrows at anything that had been dead seconds before.
"We're in trouble, Egwene.we have to start moving forward. The Town Guard and those Knights can handle whatever attacks, but we have to get inside the walls before something actually happens!"
The Sorceress nodded, a great wall of fire rising underneath one of the Shaman. This wasn't working; the Shamans were getting up from having their heads removed, from being shocked to death and even from being impaled on sharp, pointy things. Grumbling, she swung her staff at a larger Shaman and broke the staff in half.
"SON OF A.you jerk! That staff cost me a fortune!"
The Shaman laughed, starting to summon a fireball. It never got the chance as a great Meteor crushed it, sending flaming debris everywhere. Egwene turned to see a flash of light, and paid it no further heed. Instead, she stole the Shaman's staff and broke it in half, the mystical bonds breaking and killing the revived Fallen. Shaking her head, now unarmed, the Sorceress ran back towards Jerhyn, Asheara and Fara, grumbling. "Do either one of you have a decent staff that fuels energy to anything flammable?"
Both shook their heads no, then began to move forward. Jerhyn didn't move, his head bowed. Egwene froze, focusing on the Prince. "Fara.are you sure he.crap."
The Prince turned slowly, then fell forward, three arrows piercing his eyeballs as several Skeleton Archers ducked down. Fara screamed and stood over the Prince, even slapping him, before letting him fall to the ground. Her eyes had gone hard and she screamed again, pulling a sword out of nowhere. A third scream set her charging forward into the trees to seek revenge on the Archers. Not even three steps into the trees and an arrow embedded itself in her throat, and a guttural cheer rose. From the trees, a Rogue emerged, obviously corrupted by.something. She drew back the string of her bow, a glowing red arrow forming and fired it at Egwene, who had the sense to duck. The arrow whizzed by harmlessly, impaling itself in the side of a Brute. Naturally, the Brute didn't like this.
Immediately chaos broke free. Skeletons, Fallen and the corrupted Rogue were fighting against the very large, very angry group of Brutes which were also, ironically, smart enough to tear the Shamans apart first. Egwene and the remaining warriors stared in silent amazement. As the last Fallen chunks fell, the Brutes noticed the now-bad group and bellowed again.
"Uh.let's have a vote. Who wants to." the Sorceresses words died as she noticed that everyone else was already running away. She sighed and followed suit, teleporting behind the great wave of Brutes and into a dead run. Silently, she wondered why it's called a 'dead run', when the dead OBVIOUSLY don't run. Or move. Unless they're Skeletons.
The Rogues watched in mild amusement as the group of warriors appeared in the distance and gaining fast. The occasional flash signified someone Teleporting.the gates, however, were still closed.and it would take them a while to open the gates again.
"I'll teleport ahead!" snapped Egwene, vanishing once again. The Rogues were suspecting this, and had begun to slowly open the main gates. Egwene appeared behind the gate, her eyes wide. She turned to see the gate opened just enough for people to enter, two at a time. Or a very agile Brute.
"Take out those Brutes!" she snapped, three arrows already flying through the air. As one they connected on the lead Brute, causing it to only pause. It didn't care that it was just shot in the face with a bunch of flaming arrows; it just wanted to destroy. Another volley of arrows dropped two Brutes behind the lead, still leaving 5. The Iron Wolves turned on a heel, the combined forces of fire and ice impacting upon the lead Brute and two behind it. The weaker ones fell as chunks of ice, but still.
"It won't die!" someone shouted, much to Egwene's annoyance. She may be staff-less, but she could still fight...she then noticed the green tint to the fur and smiled.
"That's Treehead Woodfist! He's immune to almost anything we throw at him except."
Two of the Wolves nodded and unleashed a heavy barrage of lightning bolts. Treehead froze again. It was beginning to weaken. Very slowly. A burst of electric energy sent it to a knee. A bolt of lightning dropped it to the ground. One last shot and.
Cheers erupted from the Rogues, easily picking off the group of remaining Brutes. For once, the wilderness was quiet. As the last Iron Wolf walked in, Kashya ran up and, uncharacteristic of herself, hugged Egwene.
"Thank you! We can now handle our real problems."
Egwene looked at Kashya with a blank look. "Real problems?" Kashya nodded and motioned for her to follow.