Haley had never thought there could be places of such a scary power. To whisk away her precious knives was more than enough to make her feel insecure even if there was a very powerful mage with her. However her insecurities only grew stronger when she realized her abilities are merely limited to the book in her hands. Even with its mystical prowess it was no match for the tower's influence over both of them.
Her mind was however sent into a panicking spiral after learning Samira had been stripped of a lot of her powers. It was comforting to see how calm the experienced mage was, and it was enough to at least bring Haley back from anything too much for herself to handle.
Instead her mind flipped gears. Many mages rely so much on stronger and stronger spells, they may forgot the roots and basics. Haley thinks that Samira may not be facing that sort of problem of over reliance, but she believed those who entered were being too cocky. Taking a breath she continues to methodically think their plan again, taking into account what Samira told her and what Mr.Ore had told their small group.
The original plan of letting Samira do most of the work and being her escort was no longer viable. In this tower they were equal in strength and the only way to regain their lost strength, even if Haley's is minimal, was to defeat enemies to gain some sort of magical stone piece. Haley gulped. Outside of her summons in the book she was powerless in defending herself. No fairies to act like extra eyes, no abilities from her heritage was even accessible to her. Try as hard as she could she could not will another form. At least they kept her current one, it would be been quite embarrassing if they reverted her to her most basic shape. Haley was going to have to pull more weight than she was planning too.
After hearing how Ore rejected giving the stone piece, as he was the one who killed Pete and not them, it left Haley slightly bitter that there was no head start despite the many failures. It felt like a sick game invented for the amusement of sadistic minds. At least the hand they were dealt with was informative enough to know their next course of action, ascend. So Haley followed Samira up a flight of stairs, book in hand.
The second floor almost twisted knobs in Haley's mind to stuff her pockets with as much as she could carry. So much gold everywhere. It was a thief's paradise. The sounds of groaning and shuffling prompted her lead to stop, and so Haley followed in suit. Now that Samira brought to light again the possibility of a much more hostile version of Pete, there was a silent agreement Haley felt the two had that it was best to carefully think out every action and every word spoken.
Gently Haley slipped towards a barrel along the corridor, watching as a decayed figure hunched over bags of gold as if guarding them. Looking towards Samira, she takes a breath before flipping open the book and towards a few pages before finally stopping on one. A picture, drawn by hand, of a figure in a robe, the only visible protrusion two antlers resembling those of a small deer. Text describing this enigma calls it a protector of the forest, a god older than most. Hernes was its name.
"I summon forth 'The Ghost of Windsor', Hernes!" Haley uttered in a hushed whisper. A gentle gale suddenly blows past Samira, as if teasing the summoner's emerald locks before gathering as a small hood figure with two antlers from where the head would be, no larger than a child, right before Haley. Two glowing green eyes stared at Samira and then a key on her belt. Hernes goes up to the figure, staring at the key of Cernunnos, before bowing respectfully at Samira, as if in apology.
"I never seen him act like that before," Haley stared, a sparkling curiousity in her eyes. "I wonder what Hernes thinks of you. But for now... Can you help us Hernes?" The cloaked figure bowed, much quicker and seemingly as if to say a quick yes. Haley pointed towards the stalker, and Herne took a child sized peek. The figure then jumped over the barrel and a bow, forged from oak wood forms in the air and fires a magical arrow of green, surprisingly the shambler and causing it to begin its hideous charge. Another arrow struck the shambler's rotten body and causes it to fall. Relieve Haley thanks Hernes before inspecting the shambler's body for loot. Quietly a chest moves towards Haley, a wide tongue quickly leaving its lid as if it was a mouth licking its lips.
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