Terpsichore's TerrorLaelanyel stopped next to a orruk idol. It beggared belief that such a crude race could manage to erect a lasting structure in the Wilds of Keromuru at the Edge of Ghyran. That the hugly thing stood, while her palace laid in ruins, fuelled her vengeful rage. The Shadegheist bound into her mantle sensed its mistress' displeasure and raged at the air around her. The scraping of timbers on rocks and vines woke the Mistweaver from her revelry. It seemed they were not the only ones to have tracked Terpsichore's Terror.
As she spotted the Malevolent Maelstrom in a clearing ahead, closing towards her, she signalled the Caengan to advance. Over their travels at the Edges of the Realms, the fyreslayers' ur-gold runes had constantly glared, turning them into avatars of flame. They could have bound Terpsichore's Terror with their sheer will, but she had made sure they wore aelfish binding runes.
Across the clearing, an ungainly sky-vessel disgorged a rabble of greenskinz. Kaptain Magrum and the Cleavermaws, Laelanyel recalled. They were getting themselves quite a name as the most unlikely spellhunters in the Realms. Indeed, the Kaptain was a poor magic user, Laelanyel thought as she waved a ghostly green foot out of existence with a contemptous flicker of her miststaff.
The orruk crew, meanwhile, split into two groups and advanced towards the Malevolent Maelstrom, tooting guns overloaded with trinkets whose actual power the aelf seriously doubted.
Tark and Durbak raised their binding runes and dragged Terpsichore's Terror away, clearing the way for Aef-Grimnir and Egrin to charge the orruks.
But more orruks barreled through the vegetation, some getting close enough to the Malevolent Maelstrom to pin it in place. Their guns might have been crude, but they seemed to work.
Laelanyel tried to materialise their fears and kill them, but her spell was brutally cut by the bellowing Mogrum. Aef-Grimnir and Egrin, on the other side, barreled through the first group of orruks and then split to crash onto their crew mates.
Sparks and blood flew all around and were immediately dragged into Terpsichore's Terror. The Malevolent Maelstrom swelled and strained at the energies binding it.
Laelanyel saw the purple wave of energy spreading, scattering the orruks and duardin around like rag dolls. Then she, too, was dragged away.