Wormwood exists in another dimension where men and women struggle for supremacy against monsters. It’s a place of nightmare and suffering – at least that’s what those who have been there say. The planet itself is said to be an artificial one created by a marvel of bio-genetic engineering. Giant living trees, skyscrapers reaching for the sky or huge domed arenas grace the landscape. It’s also said that the furnishings for rooms are molded from the very floors and walls of these buildings. Fountains and sculptures are coaxed from the surface of the planet by priest or shamans known as Wormspeakers.
Wormwood is a dark and terrible place though some places less dark and terrible than others. But it is here that Kaji, along with Hunter and Ardul, must travel to find the next parts of the youths, plasma sword. It is a Quest, after all.
Their destination is Cathedral Stronghold, the largest and most powerful city in the Kingdom of Light. Its streets are filled with with nearly half a million people and ten thousand knights of the Temple call this place home.
The travel to the city wasn’t all that difficult, a Rift arranged at the Interdimensional Transit Hub in Vesper. Ardul shakes herself when they arrive, wearing her armour but it’s covered with a voluminous cloak. She’s left the head piece at home.
It’s difficult not to look the part of a tourist when everything you find yourself surrounded by has you gawking. Kaji can’t help but stare as they step out from the Rift and into this new world and city. In a way, he’s kind of glad that they’ve got to travel to so many places to look for bits for a plasma sword. He’s been itching for a chance to sightsee, he just hadn’t expected to be like this. Of course, it’s still part of another mission, but this one has certainly taken them far from even semi-familiar territory.
Adjusting the straps of his backpack over his shoulders, Kaji glances at Ardul and Hunter. Right, as tempting as it might be to go wandering about, they do have a reason for being here, and he reminds himself about what he’s been told about the place before they’d arrived, not that they shouldn’t already be careful as it is.
There’s no dirt here. No earth. Everything is some kind of… hard fleshy muscle. The liquid, some of it is water. Much of it is some kind of ichor. Hunter is dressed in his usual red duster. With his usual revolver tied at his side. Cathedral Stronghold is a largeish city for Wormwood. Normally the Dark attacks concentrations of people, but this one is relatively well defended. They also see dimensional travelers, so it’s not an instant shock when they show up.
“Cathedral is that way.” Hunter points toward spires not too far away. “Be on your guard. These people are not… welcoming of strangers. Or at least not strangers who are not very accommodating.”
The air above them, about 50 feet up, is filled with a white, yellow and tan substance. It seems to just form and float to the ground, landing as fine cotton-like strands. Ardul peers at this as they walk, but doesn’t make to pick it up. Hunter had been very specific on their way here – be careful what you do and say.
As they approach the Cathedral, it grows clearer and appears to cover a two mile radius. The Knights of the Temple wander hither and thither, dressed in shining armour and carrying large axe like blades. They’d been warned about them to. The people, the normal people, have a beaten look about them – they live in a world that appears to be constant conflict and there’s a clear class structure.
At the gates to the Cathedral, the party are met by what appears to be a Priest, in a pointed hood, a cowl and long flowing robes. “Name and business here… ”
Hunter might know this a priest of the light, but Ardul does not as she looks on curiously. “Ardul. We come seeking components so my Charge may complete his Quest.” They were told the power source could be found here.
Kaji wonders how one might be considered accommodating in a place like this. He manages to restrain himself from getting too distracted although his eyes trail up from the odd strandlike material that floats. “…it’s safe to inhale around here, right..?” he asks quietly as they go along, pulling his attention after Ardul as he follows along in the direction that Hunter had pointed out.
They’d not been here two minutes and it’s already quite obvious how much more martial the atmosphere is compared to Greworth and even back home in Vesper. Home, heh. He supposes it’s as much home now as any. But here there’s other rules to follow, other things held in priority. As they come up to the priestlike fellow, Kaji gives a polite bow of his head. When you’re not sure about customs and stuff, never hurts to be so!
“Hunter.” The wolfen grunts and gestures to Ardul to indicate that her business is his business. It’s going to be a rough sell and he knows it. Which is why he isn’t adding anything. So they don’t have more to object to. That might be a pessimistic view of the way this conversation is going to go but the grey furred wolfen may have heard a few things.
“He’s your Charge?” The priest looks Kaji, then to Hunter.
“He is.” Ardul answers, having been told to offer as little herself. “We’re told that what we seek is within. It is a power source that we might use to power a plasma sword.” A rough sell indeed, given how the priest looks down his nose at them.
“And what do you need a plasma sword for?” That’s directed to Kaji before the robed figure fixes the red coated Wolfen with a look “And what’s your interest in this? Do you serve the Light?”
Ugggh, questions. Kaji forces himself to keep as neutral a face as he can manage despite inwardly wanting to groan. He hadn’t expected making a plasma sword to turn out like going for a job interview.
“To defend with, sir. Seems like the best way to counter a plasma blade is with the same, anyway.” Gosh, was that too much? Too little? Did it sound flippant? Ooh, he really hopes it hadn’t come off that way.
“I’m just here to make sure nothing goes wrong. Your world has a reputation for things going wrong.” Hunter says as neutrally as he can. Does he serve the light? That’s kind of a trap question. If he says no, it’s bad. If he says yes, they’ll demand proof or a service or something similar. So he doesn’t answer it at all and hopes that the priest has other things to focus on. Kaji’s doing what he can here. He can’t fault the young mage there. This was never going to be easy.
For the moment, the blonde is ignored with all the disdain this priest can bring to bear. His eyes narrow at the youth and then at Hunter. It’s hard to tell who gets the worst of it. Clearly neither answer really pleased, or perhaps it’s just this priest is a snob.
Perhaps fortunately, the priest doesn’t ask either of them any more questions, just waves the group through. Inside, they find there’s a marketplace, a small one, with most stalls run by peasants hawking their wares – worms, something called angel hair rope, and any number of strange things. The people perusing the goods are mostly nobles and as the three move, they pass a robed figure who’s hand grabs Kaji by the shoulder.
His face is horrid, seeming covered in worm-like creatures and when he speaks, his tongue seems to be composed of small wiggling worms.
“I know what you seek travelers… and you’ll not find it here.” His gaze cuts to Hunter “Stay your hand, Wolfen – I’ve seen your demise should act in haste here.”
“Maybe don’t grab a gunfighter’s friends then, Wormspeaker.” Quite clearly Hunter knows what this man is if not who. The oddity of the man’s face doesn’t horrify Hunter, but it’s not especially aesthetically pleasing either. Maybe he’s been here before? Or maybe he’s just especially well read.
“Why do you say we’ll not find it here though? A reliable source said that we would.”
Just when he thought he might relax a bit too! Well, not totally- Kaji’s not sure he’d ever be able to relax in a place like this. As it is, he very nearly jumps as a hand drops upon his shoulder, gasping as he looks back, a dry squeak escaping him when he gets a good look at the figure. His eyes go a little wide, and he’s not quite sure whether he’s fascinated or horrified. In all fairness, it’s probably a bit of both.
“N-no?” he asks, once he’s got his breathing sorted, trying to tactfully brush the robed one’s hand from his shoulder. “If you know what we’re looking for, do you know where we can find it?” he asks, head tilting. “Who are you?”
The figure, who is indeed a Wormspeaker, looks between Hunter and Kaji. “P’tho is my name and I grabbed your friend to save him from what comes next.” Hunter probably knows that Wormspeakers have some form of future seeing though to Kaji, it might seem strange. It certainly causes Ardul to frown.
“What you seek can’t be found here …” P’tho gestures to the small market “… but it can be found … here …” He gestures to the Citadel. “… But it won’t be won easily … if it all.”
Talking in riddles? Perhaps.
As the group stands there, three armoured knights walk by, glancing at the group and one seems about to stop till another shakes their head and gestures to P’tho. Did he really just save them from a questioning?
Hunter watches the knights. Cathedral Templars are blessed with armor and weaponry capable of warding off the monsters that come from the (slowly shrinking) edges of the kingdom. They’re often battle hardened and tough customers. He wouldn’t have particularly wanted a fight here.
“You mean in the Cathedral itself. Lovely.” The priesthood isn’t going to just let them waltz up there even if they do hear them out. Any power source like that is either being used or is a relic of some kind.
“Well kind as it was of you to spare us the trouble, I don’t suppose you have any other words of wisdom, mmm?”
Trying not to frown, Kaji’s sentiments echo Hunter’s as they glance towards the Citadel. That seemed like the place they would have rather avoided. He looks briefly at the knights that near, not realizing he’d held his breath until they continue on their way. “Huh…”
Kaji looks back towards the Wormspeaker. “What was that about?” he asks. Did they prefer to avoid beings like P’tho, or was there something else? With Hunter’s line of questioning, he can’t help but nod along.
“What else can you tell us?”
P’tho clothes are not as ‘rich’ as the Priest that greeted them as they entered, in fact they’re downright shabby in comparison, more like the peasants around them, than the nobles. “I didn’t call you out as a minion of the dark, so they left you alone.”
It’s an enigmatic response and probably doesn’t answer Kaji’s question very well.
“But yes, Wolfen, I mean in the Cathedral. Where else would a priceless Holy Relic be held. All I can say is that it has great meaning to our brotherhood and they will not part with it.”
Will not part with it. Not part with it easily. This just became a whole lot more difficult.
“Where is held then?” Ardul finally speaks. She’s been quiet, just as Hunter requested – he hadn’t commanded her, thankfully.
“In the reliquary. In the top most level of the Cathedral, where all the worthy may see.”
“I see.” The Valkyr glances to others to see if they have anymore questions. If not, she’ll guide them away.
“I imagine the worthy are a select group.” Hunter folds his arms and frowns. Finally he glances toward the Cathedral. “Where are the Hospitallers set up now? They’re easier to deal with than the Templars.”
Indeed the Hospitallers are known for being healers and protectors rather than hunters and smiters. They’re much more beloved of the people and generally try to live up to that reputation. It’s no great surprise that Hunter prefers to deal with them.
Deciding he’s not curious enough to wonder what would have happened if the Templars had deemed them a threat, Kaji doesn’t press for details. He does however blink as the nature of whatever they supposedly seek, or at least what this Wormspeaker believes them to be seeking out. “Wait, a holy relic?” Well of course they wouldn’t part with something like that! “Does…it have to be that? I mean, if it’s anything like you’re implying, what would the impact be of taking something like that?”
Maybe he should have asked more about the history of this place or something, but he doubts they’ve got the time for it. His eyes drift towards the Cathedral again as Ardul asks where the thing is located. “Who’s considered ‘worthy’…?” he muses aloud. “The Templars..?” Then he looks back as Hunter asks about the whereabouts of others, blinking again.
It could be a smile that P’tho gives Hunter, it’s hard to tell. Those worm, symbiotes by the look of them, twist his features. “The Knights of the Order of the Hospital on the same ward as the Reliquary. They are the keepers, if you like and yes, they deem who are Worthy. You can’t miss them.”
“I cannot See that, young one. But … it means something to the Knights of the Order of The Temple.” He gestures again to the armoured Knights roaming around. Clearly aristocracy. “The do battle with the Dark.”
“Thank you, P’tho” Ardul gives him an Iyesgarthian salute, her cloak revealing some of the gleaming armour beneath.
As they finish, Ardul gestures and starts to move in that direction. Up stairs made of the same fleshy muscle that comprises the planet. The Hospitallers, as Hunter calls them are at the top of those stairs, a small ante room houses one of their of number. A tall, sandy haired fellow with a Cross tattooed over his left eye. His clothes look like home spun, but a closer look shows it’s that substance that was floating to the ground earlier – Angel Hair woven into material. If anything, Kaji might think this one looks a little Robin Hood. Or would if the clothes weren’t grey and taupe but forest green instead.
Just beyond that, they can see the Reliquary with other Hospitallers (they must be judging by the crosses over their eyes) … guarding it? Or are they just praying? Hard to tell.
Hunter hangs back by the edge of the room when they arrive. He’s tempted to try to talk to these knights but he doesn’t know them – merely of them. And this is Kaji’s quest, if a quest it really is. He should be the one to get the relic. And if they can’t get the relic like this they may resort to other means. That the grey wolfen doesn’t think much of the Cathedral here is quite clear. He might… resort to stealing it if that was necessary.
Hopefully it’s not.
Offering P’tho thanks, even if he feels even more at a loss as to what to do, Kaji starts after Ardul as they make their way to where the Hospitallers are. He pokes at the walls a bit as they head on up, peering around the Valkyr’s wings when they come up to the top of the stairs.
Well, he doubts they’ll be allowed to go any further, and if they at least wanted to see what was beyond, it seems best to make a good first impression. Hopefully the guy there is friendlier than the priest that had admitted them.
Kaji glances hesitantly at Hunter, but he gets the idea when he sees the Wolfen remain behind. He looks to Ardul then before slowly inhaling as he tugs at his backpack straps, stepping forward. “Um…hello?” he greets. When in doubt, fall back on RPG rules- talk to all the peoples!
“Greetings Travellers…” the sandy haired man looks between the three of them. “… welcome to The Order of Knights of The Hospital. What is it you seek?” At his hip, There’s a pistol – for all that it looks like an old style flintlock – it’s probably not.
“My Charge here is to earn his weapon and we are told that part of its components are here.”
“And you are his…?” The steely blue eyes watch the Valkyr before flicking to Hunter and Kaji.
“… His Sponsor. Ardul.” Don’t speak too much, that’s what Hunter said.
“What is it you seek? Here lie the Relics of The Order.” That’s to Kaji, though the Hospitallers eyes land back on Hunter “We don’t see your kind here often.” He might have sensed Hunters disdain. “Have you come to join the cause?”
“I came to make sure my companions didn’t run afoul of anything. Or anyone. It is as the Lady Knight speaks, her charge seeks to earn a weapon needed in fighting elsewhere.” Hunter’s laser is beneath his duster and not immediately obvious unless one is looking for it. The cybernetic hand tucked into his belt, that on the other hand is quite obvious. One might lose a hand by mischance, but to replace it with something so obviously mechanical – and fast – speaks to a certain mindset and a certain level of resources if nothing else.
It’s hard, really, to be a gunfighter with only one hand.
At Ardul’s introduction, Kaji gives a slight bow. “Thank you for the welcome,” he says, keeping to playing it polite. He considers how he should respond when the inevitable question comes up, pausing as Hunter adds in his own, to which the young necromancer nods.
“I’m…not really sure what it is we’re looking for, here, but this world is where we were told to go, so here we are. But I guess I’ll know when I see it.” He glances at the others before smiling faintly at the Hospitaller.
“What is it you do here? Um, and what cause is that? And what kind of relics do you mean? Is it like a museum?” he asks, slipping in questions in hopes of making it not too obvious where they might be aiming to go.
The steely eyed Hospitaller meets Hunters eyes, sizing him up before addressing his comments to Kaji. “This is Cathedral of the Light. Relics here have power and we use that power to aid in our fight with the Dark.” That probably doesn’t sound encouraging but he gestures that they may continue through.
He might follow them though. The way he looks at Hunter and then Ardul, says he’s not sure of them.
In the Reliquary, there are cabinets and tables – with various bits displayed on them. A lot of it looks to be tech from the Golden Age of Earth, not much magic here. Though there’s things that look like the husks of slugs and worms – similar to those they saw on the Wormspeaker’s face.
The part they’re looking for appears as a small battery, gleaming silver as it lays in the case near the door. By it, a Hospitaller is clearly praying and judging by the way it’s displayed, it’s important.
“Do you think they’ll let us have it?” Ardul murmurs to Hunter as she looks around. “What are our odds of getting out here with it, if they don’t?” It’s well guarded, after all.
“Unless we can convince them that Kaji is a great and might hero ready to take up the relic and smite the darkness… we’d have a better chance of getting him into Splynn’s pleasure gardens and getting him back out alive again.” Hunter doesn’t seem to like their chances much. He’s fairly sure Kaji doesn’t want to be drafted into the local war against Impending Doom ™. There’s one of those back home. Which also isn’t Kaji’s home but he’s already drafted into THAT war.
But who knows? Maybe they’ll be more convincing and all the Hospitallers are drunk. “Is there a problem, Knight?”
Kaji responds with a thoughtful ‘hmmm’ as the Hospitaller answers his questions. Well, sort of. But at least they’re allowed inside. He wanders on in, not having to do much to feign his curiosity. He’s not quite sure what he was expecting, but it’s all so very mundane. Even the slug and worm things, although if this were considered a museum of sorts, then those seemed to be in the wrong exhibit.
It’s especially strange to see the battery-looking object. Is this seriously what they’re looking for? Why is this even considered holy? In terms of fighting against the dark, maybe it powered some mighty flashlight… Okay, maybe he shouldn’t say such potentially blasphemous talk around people like this.
Kaji looks at Ardul and Hunter as they finish talking, brow arching at them before he looks to the Hospitaller nearby.
“Um…excuse me, sir?” he says after clearing his throat doesn’t seem to catch the guy’s attention, but he supposes they could also ask the other knight that’s trailed them.
The Hospitaller has been trailing the group as they move through the Reliquary, giving credence to Hunters comments to Ardul.
“I think you may be right…” the blonde murmurs, placing a calming hand on Hunters arm. “… try not to pick a fight just yet, my Lord.”
That gets the Hospitaller eye brow rising as he looks between the blonde and the Wolfen. “Not at the moment.” The answer is mild “Are you planning on taking the lad to the pleasure gardens of Splynn?”
“Have you found what you’re looking?” That’s to Kaji.
“No. I rather like him and it’d be a pity to see him hollowed out like that.” Hunter says with a quirked brow. His thumbs are hooked into his belt as he watches the scene and Kaji might almost think it a ‘western’ look. Of course to Hunter western means something quite different. It still involves cowboys and six shooters, but it also involves dinosaurs and stories tall alien daddy longlegs.
“Uh?” Kaji blinks, glancing from the praying knight to the one who’s been shadowing them. Well, guess the other guy’s too busy anyway. For a moment he pauses, wondering what the others had been talking about, eyes flicking between Hunter and the Hospitaller.
“I’m guessing there’s a lot of…stories? History? to these?” he asks, looking back towards the latter before he gestures towards the battery. “Like that one, what can you tell me about it?”
“There are many stories, yes. And those blessed by the Light know them.” There’s the faintest of smiles from the Hospitaller, it might not be a very nice thing in light of things. “That one is part of a larger relic that was destroyed in a battle between the Forces of Light and Dark several years ago. Much as everything here – has been used to push back the darkness.”
“And what would it take for the Cathedral to part with it?” Ardul asks, glancing the Hunter. She thinks he’s right
The Hospitaller looks at the device that Kaji gestures to and raises a brow again. “He would be Tested.” The capitalisation is audible “Is that what you’re asking?”
“Who stands with him, should he answer the challenge. You?” That’s to Hunter, not the blonde in the cloak.
Hunter gives the Hospitaller a look. Being volunteered for will almost certainly turn out to be an exercise in pain at the least and stark danger more likely is not the kind of thing that endears the local knights to him. “Is it multiple choice? I haven’t practiced my synchronized testing routine.”
It’s not the concept of a test that he thinks is a bit overblown, it’s the fact that apparently it’s not enough to test the supplicant. One must also test the people who walked with him to provide moral support.
At least Kaji manages not to roll his eyes. Instead he waits patiently to see what the Hospitaller has to say about the artifact, as much as he wants to ask if it went inside a Maglite.
It seems like the time for posturing is over as Ardul makes a direct inquiry. Well, Kaji was getting tired of beating around the bush anyway, and at least they haven’t been thrown out or threatened jail time or whatever it is they do around here. But it does seem strange to the necromancer that the Hospitaller adds the inclusion of those he’s with when it comes to testing. He smothers the smirk in response to Hunter’s own reply to the man.
“What does being Tested entail?” he asks.
It might have gone inside a Maglite, it’s hard to tell really but it looks like it will power a plasma sword, just perfectly. OK, there might be a bit of work required.
“A simple test to determine if you’re worthy to wield a Relic of the Light.” The Hospitaller answers “You, and your companions, will be Judged. Be bathed in the cleansing Light and if your purpose be True, then all will be well.” There’s a flat look given to the smart talking Wolfen “There is only one question you must answer, and that answer lies in your heart.”
Kaji’s cause isn’t a bad one, so it should be alright, shouldn’t it?
On the far side of the room what looks like a suit of armour starts towards the Knight. Clawed gauntlets, spikes on the pauldron and knees and horns rising up from the helm. Hunter knows what this is, likely – a Holy Terror.
“I will stand with my Charge should he accept the challenge.” What choice do they have really?
Hunter shifts his stance. His thumbs are still looped into his belt but his stance has widened and his coat opens just enough to show that yes, he is quite armed. That he doesn’t tense – much – or draw down means that he doesn’t think they are in immediate danger yet but anyone versed in combat like the knights in the room with him or the Holy Terror up front can recognize the warning signs. ‘Give me a reason to worry and I’ll give you a reason to bleed’ is what he’s advertising without saying it.
Kaji would be a little annoyed if they had to go through so much trouble for a mere Duracell. But they’re here and the Hospitaller’s talking about judgment. He can’t help but make a slight face in uncertainty. Bathing in cleansing light doesn’t sound…healthy? “I sure hope he doesn’t mean standing in front of a laser,” he murmurs towards his friends.
His attention drifts towards the suit of armor then. Whoa, so it wasn’t a statue? Kaji blinks, staring a bit. It’s cool and scary at the same time, like many things seem to be. “Err…”
Right. Hope they don’t regret this! The necromancer looks back towards the Hospitaller, nodding.
As Hunter ‘squares off’, the Holy Terror turns his head to him and the other Knights in the room seem to become more alert. The Terror though, doesn’t stop at the Wolfen or the blonde, just moves to Kaji and the youth can feel Mystical Energy flow over him.
It’s … not pleasant. Not at all and his experiences with Kazue and the Fox spirit are pull to the surface – he can feel the arcane energy rifle through the memory.
“You have been touched.” The suit armour’s voice resonates – is it a bot? Magically animated? Something else? “And what has touched you is not Pure…” The mystical energy starts to hurt now, almost burning in its intensity.
At those words, the four other Knights in the room move and try to surround them. This … doesn’t look good.
Hunter’s pistol flips into his hand. He doesn’t point it but he does look pointedly at the nearby knights. “I have absolutely no problems killing any or all of you. Do not make me spill blood on your holy ground. Back. Off.”
He knows what the knights are doing. It’s perhaps understandable given where they are – in a place where the struggle between light and dark dominates every aspect of life. But he’s not going to let that understanding put him in a worse spot than he already is.
The closer the walking armor gets, the more anxious Kaji feels. They don’t exactly say much more about what’s to be expected, but this is still a terrible way to find out. Not that Kaji could say he hadn’t had qualms about entering such a territory so high and mighty about light and dark with the sort of experiences he’s had.
Cringing at the first sign of …some kind of energy, the young necromancer shakes his head, trying to look at the armor again, figure out what it’s doing, but then comes the pain. It draws a hiss from him, has him doubling over as the energy that’s engulfed him intensifies in its unpleasantness. Reacting. Yeah, this was such a bad idea.
“Arggk…” He’s sorry he mentioned standing in front of a laser- if he could think straight then this might well be what one would feel like in such a situation, and he’s not even sure if he can move, or if he’s moving as he stumbles back, raises his hands in front of him as though it would block off the flow of mystical energy focused upon him.
“He is Tainted.” The Holy Terror answers “Touched by Death and Spirits.” It’s palms come up and the youth can see lightning gathering there, there’s a smell of ozone in the air. Well, he did say something about laser beams.
“Get the power source and we’re going …” The blonde growls at the youth, her own energy blade flaring to life as her wings extend.
The Knights form up around Hunter, pausing at the gun and the words. “You are companions to one touched by the Dark…” Their pistols rise and one fires on the Wolfen.
Hunter moves faster than a human eye can follow. The one that fires gets two shots returned so fast they sound like one even as the red coated wolfen fades away to his right. His duster flutters. Any emotion on his face has been replaced by pure focus. At the slightest hint that the others intend to fire on him as well, he’ll gift them with ‘light’. Focused, ruby red light that comes out of the business end of his Wilks Peacekeeper.
Oh, that is not a good sign. Kaji jerks around at Ardul’s direction, making a lunge for the battery-thing to scoop into his hand. His other hand reaches into his pocket to pull out a handful of small paper shurikens.
“I’m sorry???” he tosses exasperatedly over his shoulder, not like he can help being what he is. He flings his hand back, sending the little colored shurikens pinwheeling. They’re aimed behind the closer threats and between potential reinforcements, not particularly for the knights, but while the things explode on contact, their purpose is more to create a smokescreen.
“Time to go…!” Stairs? Window? How high did they come up?
Beams of lightning shoot from the Holy Terror’s palms, hitting the ground where Kaji stands, or stood, scorching the ground and perhaps singeing him a bit.
As Hunter fades, another Knight fires and one aims for Ardul, there’s a ‘hum’ as her blade flashes and deflecting the shot. “Hunter … we’re going.” She pushes Kaji towards the stairs. She can fly but there’s no way she can carry both the Wolfen and the youth and Kaji’s smoke screen will give them some coverage as they move.
Hunter empties the rest of his revolver at the Terror and reloads. “Coming!”
His next shots are more measured, deterring anyone from chasing him. They need to leave expediently. If they don’t, it won’t matter if they clear the Cathedral. The city will be locked down and swept until they are found. Fortunately they just have to get to the ‘gates’ where rifts usually open and take one preferably home but any place that’s not here will go.
That was a close one! He can feel the hair at the back of his neck standing on end even after the energy discharge, and he swats at his poor jacket, the end of which isn’t smoking due to his smokescreen.
“Uwah!” Kaji yelps as he finds himself propelled towards the stairs, but he keeps moving, shoving the battery into his pocket as he runs.
“Fire!” he shouts towards anyone who might be looking at them suspiciously as they come racing down. “Up in the reliquary!” Hopefully it redirects their attention long enough for the trio to get out of the cathedral and back to a gate.
Hunter’s shots find their mark and the Terror, whose eyes were starting to glow staggers, the blow dying as it stumble and stutters. Is it down? Hard to tell but it doesn’t rally and try again just yet.
The Knights are slowed by Kaji’s shenanigans and those that they pass look bewildered at the noise. It’s possible they’re more stunned than anything. Whatever it is, it lets the youth, the Valkyr and the Wolfen to pass, even with Hunter sending out measure shots.
The gates loom before them and soon they’re through … a Rift will open there soon. Where will it go? That remains to be seen.
A quest for a power source brings Kaji, Ardul and Hunter to the planet of Wormwood. But will the Templars of the Kingdom of Light part with one of their sacred relics?
April 02, 2411