Zark's Vengance Fullfilled
Taegol - January 29, 2005
Zark’s tail fluffed and his ears drew closer to his head, as they
neared the keep. He had been rescued from this place by Taegol,
and broughten into a life of equality. They returned now to
return a favor to the Lord of the Keep. Arugal would suffer as
Zark had, the small party would see to it.
Taegol looked down at Zark, his eyes filled with understanding.
He pulled his bow from his shoulder and looked to the gathered
group. Xoscyl, Latagu, Syreena, Raventhius and Thayrik had come
to aid them in their dirty deed, and Taegol was truly greatful to
have the company.
Speaking in a somewhat commanding tone, Taegol said, “Are you all
prepared for this?” The band of adventures seemed a bit uneasy,
whether it be from intimadation of the large Keep infront of
them, or the fact that they lacked a healer, it was unkown. None
the less, they all rallied to Taegol’s words, and drew their arms
and staves of magic.
They approached the gates together and with a unified grunt
pushed the doors inward, a large creek echoing through the halls.
Taegol steeled himself, drawing an arrow from his quiver. He took
a deep breath and entered the hall ahead of him. As his booted
foot touched the stone floor inside, a roar erupted from the
right. The battle was on!
Three wolven beasts had sprung upon the party, two of them being
bipeds and the third a white worg. The bipeds’ form looked
unnatural, their legs had been bent at awkward angles, and where
hands should be there were claws. With sickening speed and
agility, the beasts were upon them. Claws clashed against leather
and steel, as blades ripped through flesh. Syreena and
Raventhiuss were engaged with one of the bipeds, blood cascading
over the walls as their swift daggers cut through its fur. Zark
sunk his teeth into the other biped, ripping out some tendons,
granting the animal companion its undivided attention. Latagu,
Xoscyl’s animal companion, charged the white worg, locking his
jaw around its throat. All the while, Xoscyl, Taegol, and Thayrik
laid siege to the attackers with feathered arrows, iron bullets,
and shadow magic. In a mixture of blood and sweat, the attackers
were felled. Looking to one another, victory still pumping
through their veins, they charged onward, deeper into the Keep.
The journey was long and treacherous, filled with seemingly
endless battles and ambushes. Somehow, the group managed to keep
their momentum going, cutting through the advancing forces with
surprising ease. Each of their talents fell into place as the
need arose, with little or no prompting. They fought a huge worg
the size of a kudo, a master of wolves who commanded the black
arts, ghostly visages who tainted their very souls, and yet all
of this was pale in comparison to what lay past the doorway into
Arugal’s chamber.