Gaiscioch Magazine Issue 1 | Page 43

enslaves them all.” “Maggie, I need you. You have met and befriended Eir, I believe you may be the only one to convince her to give up her quest. Eir’s family has offered a generous reward of a gold coin for anyone who can help us bring Eir back safely. My greatest fear is that she will stir up the king and reignite the war between the Ascalonians and my people. This is the worst possible time for us to be fighting on two fronts. The dragons need our attention.” “We are meeting at the catacombs at two hours past midday. I hope to see you there.” Maggie showed the letter to Terri. Terri read it and said quickly, “I’ll go get my kit ready.” Maggie put her arms around her partner and replied, “The catacombs are dangerous. I don’t want to take a chance on you getting hurt.” “You know I’m tougher than you think. They’re ghosts, I have fire. And you’re there to keep them from getting too close,” Terri assured her. Maggie’s tough exterior began to crack. Her eyes bright with the beginnings of tears, she whispered, “What if I can’t protect you?” “We can do this together. Besides, we’re broke. And your share of the the gold won’t pay the rent. Hendrick’s been pestering me all week. Besides, there’s no way I’m letting you and your hot temper run around in ghostville without me. You need me. End of discussion. Now go sharpen your axes.” They got to the Catacombs a few minutes early and Rytlock was nowhere to be seen. They were in the tourist section, which was protected by the Iron Legion and Durmond Priory and full of magic artifacts used to keep the ghosts away. The ghosts were rumored to be the souls of those who fell defending Ascalon from the Charr. As they waited, Maggie noticed a small group of strangers coming in the gateway. They were walking towards her with a purpose. Involuntarily, her hands sought the axes at her belt. Terri touched her shoulder and said, “It’s okay sweetie, I recognize the Asuran. His name is Mellen. He’s a necromancer and we did some work together a few months ago.” “He doesn’t look like he’d be much help in a fight,” was Maggie’s reply. As the group reached them, Maggie watched them closely. Alongside Mellen, there was a larger than life Norn, and a disheveled Charr. As they drew close, she noticed the Charr smelled vaguely of alcohol and vomit. Her nose wrinkled as he walked by. The Asuran came right to her, stuck out his hand and said, “My name is Mellen, what’s your name, bookah?” Maggie wrinkled her brow and squeezed his hand a bit more firmly than friendly, “Maggatha Watson, and this is my partner Terri.” He winced, “I remember Terri, she and I worked together a few months ago when that crazy bunch of pirates started harassing people.” The Norn spoke then, his voice actually bigger than himself, “Hi there, my name is Bones, but my friends call me Doc.” Not to be outdone, the Charr growled out, “Hello, my name is Harry” and promptly laid down on the floor and began snoring softly. Rytlock walked in at that moment. Shaking his head, he found a pail of water and dumped it on the Charr. This had the desired effect and as Harry stood up, a kitten fell out of his backpack, sputtering and hissing. Rytlock grabbed the kitten and with his tongue dried him off. Releasing the kitten, watching it run back to harry, Rytlock shouted to them all, “Gather round” Rytlock had everyone’s attention now, and he told them what he knew, “Eir has gone looking for King Adelbern’s sword. We believe she is planning on giving it to a member of Destiny’s Edge to fight Zhaitan. The Priory and the Iron Legion also have reason to believe that her path through the catacombs might anger the king and rekindle the Ascalonian War between the ghosts and the Charr. This could prove disastrous to us all in our fight to end the reign of the dragons. We need you to find Eir and if possible get the sword from the king. The plan is simple, find Eir, gathering information along the way.” Once he finished speaking, he led the way and they began their descent. Immediately, trouble started. The first level below ground was a room filled with caskets. Each of them heard a ghostly whispering in the air from something that they couldn’t see. A couple of gravelings had made a nest there and should not have been difficult to get rid of. Black with hard slick skin, they should have been easy to kill. However, some greedy member of their party had opened a casket, then another, and another while searching for loot. Soon they were fighting half a dozen ghosts along with the gravelings. This spread them out very thin in the battle, and the gravelings took advantage and pressed their growling attack. Terri, the Elementalist, came to the rescue and brought a rain of fire down upon the ghosts and gravelings. Then she dropped a healing rain of water on her fellow party members. Doc also got into the act by doing spot heals of anyone who he saw bleeding. Maggie waded into the middle of