Grady seemed like a perfectly reasonable name to Mythal, for a younger looking man like Wren. It was basic, generic to the land and it didn’t invite too many questions, at least to the Rune Knight General. Though the Darkness Slayer would never admit to being the best improvisational man, he didn’t see a problem with it. But he was so busy selling the lie that he didn’t even notice Wren’s face contorted in disgust before he piped up and reconfirmed their intentions for being there. The guard was easily deceived and allowed them passage within, gesturing down the stairs and continuing his assignment of standing guard. Wren remarked about feeling sick and Mythal took a moment to look down at the young lad. He wondered if perhaps he was afraid of the dark -- that would be put to the test if they were suddenly thrust into any kind of combat. He would be able to morph the darkness so it didn’t impose on the young Rune Knight as badly but it would still be quite dark.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and before them lay several different hallways, leading in different directions. The Rune Knight general frowned as he glanced down the different pathways; the guard hadn’t exactly provided directions to the ‘Anointing room’ and even as Wren asked about it, Mythal gave a small shake of his head. “Not quite… but…” he replied softly, even as he allowed his senses to connect to the darkness around them. Like an invisible web, his magical perception swam through the shadows, infiltrating the structure in a way most, if any, would not be prepared for. He could feel the weight of the stone slabs that made up the walls and floor, sense the pressure of bodies standing among the shadows of the darkened hallways. It was through this perceptive ability that he was able to determine the largest gathering of people; there was a room down the left hallway that was larger than the rest.
“Down the left hallway,” he told Wren softly, nodding in the direction. Once again taking the lead, he and Wren walked around the corner and set down the barely-lit path that was far more narrow than even Mythal would have liked. When they reached the turn, he pivoted to the right and at the end of the hall, he could see a large doorway leading into a far larger room. It would only take them a few moments to cover the distance before they were entering what appeared to be the ritual room. Just to the left was another room, to which Mythal could sense the presences of several initiates. But rather than head into that room, his attention was instead focused on the larger room in front of them.
There was a runic circle carved into the center of the room, the lettering apparently painted with blood. A single pedestal rose out from the stone in the center of the circle and there was a strong, magical pull coming from its core. He frowned and was just about to suggest they leave when the doors behind them slammed shut. His eyes snapped to the doorway, the stone slabs sealed shut from the hallway they had just left. The sconces on the wall flared up, illuminating the room a bit brighter and casting longer, darker shadows.
“It seems we have some intruders,” a voice came from behind and Mythal turned around to see seven figures standing at the other end of the room. They were wearing robes but had the hoods down, revealing their dissimilar features. “The room is enchanted to seal itself, should any with a lack of purpose enter it.”
“Better security than the idiot guardin’ the door,” Mythal replied, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “We’re Rune Knights and we’re here to put a stop to whatever bullshit yer gettin’ into.”
“It doesn’t matter what organization you work for. The only ‘stop’ that is coming is the end of your lives,” the man in the center of the pack spoke before turning to a smaller, child-sized figure. He still wore his hood over his head but he was roughly the size of Wren. “Take care of them.” With the order delivered, the rest of the cultists disappeared into a puff of black smoke, leaving them alone with the child.
“Listen kid, I dunno what kind of crap they’ve been sellin’ ya but yer not gonna wanna do this,” Mythal tried to bargain with the remaining cultist. The hooded child’s head lifted, just enough to reveal the wicked grin on his face. With a wave of his hand, the air shimmered in front of him and out from the supernatural glimmer emerged a teenager. He held in both hands a sword, his eyes glowing with malicious intent. The shadows in the room seemed to lean towards him, bending to the will of the summoned creature.
“Looks like we ain’t got much of a choice,” Mythal stated as he reached into his own cloak and tore it off of him. In the same motion, his other hand snaked behind his back and pulled Curse from its resting place, unfolding it into its full sword form. “I’ll handle this shadow brat. You try 'n knock out the kid,” he told Wren, giving the young Rune Knight a nod of affirmation.
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