“Whatever happened, it appears to be over” spoke the wizard. “Perhaps you should investigate”
“And what will you be doing, oh magnificent one?” asked Janiven, eyebrow raised.
“Keeping you hidden, and therefore safe” spoke the wizard. As he began intoning syllables in a long-forgotten language, the three slowly faded from view. “Now go, and shout if you need help”
“Of course darling, but you needn’t worry, we’ve done this before” said Ailyn as she soared away.
Janiven said nothing, merely unslinging her bow as she lowered herself to the ground.
Khalid waited for quite some time in midair, until even his usual confidence began to slightly fade.
The three reconvened in the town square, chosen because it was the one place in town
free from rubble. “What did you find?” asked the Quadiran wizard.
“Giant tracks, and many. They came from the north and east, and made short work of
the archers at both gates. A two-pronged assault is sophisticated by giant standards, they
must have a very strong leader. Some signs of battle around that building, a barracks of some kind. They staked one man to the wall, and there are signs of a few other victims, but not many for a town this size,” said Janiven.
“The giants of the Storval plateau are known to keep slaves, this may have been a raid,”
mentioned Janiven. “And that was a three-pronged assault, I’m certain that the damage
done to the gatehouse and chapel is the result of dragonfire. The docks were burnt too.
It seems that some citizens tried to leave by boat. There isn’t a single usable craft left of
“My divinations assure me that Brother Theodoric is alive,” said Khalid, “the question
is: where? Let us look for whatever records we can find, the giants are unlikely to have
carried off the books”
“I have a map” announced the Pathfinder, reaching into her bag. “They’re exceedingly
useful” As the trio examined the vicinity, Ailyn pointed. “Here. There was a report that
Theodoric’s order had captured a fortress, it’s either Fort Rannick, or the Hellknight
citadel. And had the Hellknights lost a fortress, I would have heard.”
“Books can be useful as well” insisted the wizard.
“Not when they’re under a building. Besides, if the stones are burned and blackened,
there cannot be much paper that remains”
“Very well, we ride for the fort.” Khalid set out three grey candles, and lit them all with a
gesture. Faster than one would think possible they produced opaque clouds of smoke, billowing outward. With a few gestures, he began to shape and mold, and when he was done, three smoke- colored horses remained. “I trust you can all ride?”