Lost in the Storm
Aef-Grimnir came to his consciousness under a swriling purple sky. The vegetation of Keromoru shifted and moved around, pushed by the raging winds unleashed by the collapse of Terpsichore's Terror. The Runefather felt a now familiar surge of power coursing out of his ur-gold runes. Grimnir's voice called to him. Yet, Aef-Grimnir could not heed his god's call while oath-bound to Laelanyel. He had to find her, whenever the aelf enchantress was.
As the bow wave of magical energy pushed forth from Terpsichore's Terror, Laelanyel's wytch-sight stretched out, desperately looking for something to tether herself to. She found it into a rocky outcrop rich with cyclestone and there she landed. Some distance away, Engrin was carried away like floatsam on the stream. Laelanyel tapped into the veins of realmstone and a line of energy stretched out to secure the Hearthguard Berserker.
The Kinless were tossed far away by the magic storm, landing on either side of a stream reflecting the clouds running fast high above.
As the magical storm ebbed for a moment, a lone Cleavermaw spotted Laelanyel. Following his guttural shouts, the rest of the crew quickly gathered, fresh reinforcements from their ship joining them.
A hulking ogor turned to see Tark approaching from the back of the main Cleavermaw's party. His bulky cannon flared, forcing Tark to duck behind a crumbling column.
The Cleavermaw charged forth, the fastest among them falling upon Laelanyel and Engrin. Mogrum and the bulk of the crew lagged behind.
Laelanyel swirled her miststaff and vanished into a Mirror Pool, leaving the orruk to stare into the void. She rematerialised a hundred yards away, in the clearing where Aef-Grimnir was looking for her. From her back, she heard the first orruk fall under Engrin's axe.
Durbak heard the commotion and made for it, only to find his way blocked by the lost Cleavermaw's clerk. The orruk slammed his heavy logbook onto the face of the surprised slayer and sent him sprawling to the ground.
Engrin stood his ground, chanting his war song. But as the rest of the orruks closed on him, the Heartguard Berserker was overwhelmed.
The ogor's cannon belched again, keeping Tark pinned.
"Stay where you are, Shadowkin! That filth will not get to you and rob me of my honour!". Saying so, Aef-Grimnir burst through the shrub and slammed onto the first wave of orruks.
Tark spyed the ogor busy reloading his cannon and sprung forward. But in the hands of such a brute, the unloaded cannon proved equally dangerous.
The storm of magic raged again and Laelanyel was torn by the wild magic.
Barely conscious, the Mistweaver sent her shadow familiars to spirit away the Caengan. The wild of Keromoro and the Cleavermaws had proven to be more than they seemed. But if seeking vengeance upon Ghyran's Edge was pointless, the orruks will soon have to pay for their brazeness.
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