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Mehmed's "decorations" were well appreciated by the courtier. Would that she had more than a few moments to admire his handiwork, but the group needed to press on.
Medja nodded to Uvogin, ready to make the final push at last. The first step would be getting to Ashuanar's cell and ensuring his safety. It wouldn't be a difficult task. The visions the smoke had granted her alongside her own magic would make navigating the ruins child's play.
The sorceress dove inside, running her fingers along the walls as she traveled down the ancient corridors. Every room was made known to her, and every vibration of every unfamiliar footfall indicated an area to be avoided if possible. Of course, the immortals and herself could likely take any would-be interlopers with ease, but doing so would deny them vital seconds that they had to reach Ashuanar.
The advance scouts that the they had sent ahead, namely Fiera and Mehmed, had proven to be both competent and reliable. A series of quietly assassinated sentries led a trail like breadcrumbs through the dilapidated fortress, which Medja followed with punctilious focus. As the group dove deeper into the ruins, however, she felt and heard the disturbance ahead: shouting, shoving, heavy footfalls. Someone else was making for their intended destination, ahead of their group.
Time was almost out. A fork in the path presented itself. Medja stretched her senses out...to the right, a room full of soldiers. To the left, a dead end...but one that could be manipulated into a short cut large enough for her to slip through.
"Uvogin, I will need to go alone from here." She looked to the Immortal captain, faith in him apparent in her expression. "More soldiers will likely come...I will need a distraction. Leave the doppelganger to me."
Without another word, Medja slipped off down the left path and into a collapsed room. Working quickly, she began moving and twisting the rubble within into a tunnel. She had no time to do so quietly; her actions would more than likely alert those nearby to her presence. It did not matter any longer. Moments later, the rubble was a storm of stone and dust which she moved through, descending further into the fort and defying its architecture.
When the storm finally came to a halt, she found herself in a room, large and open, save for a barred cell bearing the battered form of Ashuanar...and the clone behemoth that was Arreg, who was almost to the cell himself. Not a moment to spare...
Medja nodded to Uvogin, ready to make the final push at last. The first step would be getting to Ashuanar's cell and ensuring his safety. It wouldn't be a difficult task. The visions the smoke had granted her alongside her own magic would make navigating the ruins child's play.
The sorceress dove inside, running her fingers along the walls as she traveled down the ancient corridors. Every room was made known to her, and every vibration of every unfamiliar footfall indicated an area to be avoided if possible. Of course, the immortals and herself could likely take any would-be interlopers with ease, but doing so would deny them vital seconds that they had to reach Ashuanar.
The advance scouts that the they had sent ahead, namely Fiera and Mehmed, had proven to be both competent and reliable. A series of quietly assassinated sentries led a trail like breadcrumbs through the dilapidated fortress, which Medja followed with punctilious focus. As the group dove deeper into the ruins, however, she felt and heard the disturbance ahead: shouting, shoving, heavy footfalls. Someone else was making for their intended destination, ahead of their group.
Time was almost out. A fork in the path presented itself. Medja stretched her senses out...to the right, a room full of soldiers. To the left, a dead end...but one that could be manipulated into a short cut large enough for her to slip through.
"Uvogin, I will need to go alone from here." She looked to the Immortal captain, faith in him apparent in her expression. "More soldiers will likely come...I will need a distraction. Leave the doppelganger to me."
Without another word, Medja slipped off down the left path and into a collapsed room. Working quickly, she began moving and twisting the rubble within into a tunnel. She had no time to do so quietly; her actions would more than likely alert those nearby to her presence. It did not matter any longer. Moments later, the rubble was a storm of stone and dust which she moved through, descending further into the fort and defying its architecture.
When the storm finally came to a halt, she found herself in a room, large and open, save for a barred cell bearing the battered form of Ashuanar...and the clone behemoth that was Arreg, who was almost to the cell himself. Not a moment to spare...