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It had been Leorla who’d first found their quarry hidden away in some icy cave at the foot of Mount Greenhorn. Now that the mercenary company had assembled near the cave’s entrance, Gallin knew he had done well in hiring the scout. They would have probably never found this spot otherwise, tucked away as it was in this remote glen.
“Are you sure the hag’s holed up in here? We could just be running into a bear,” Shade the sneak whispered as they all crouched along the rock face leading to the cave entrance.
“I’m sure. Smell that smoke? Someone has built a fire nearby. And there’s humanoid footprints in the snow where someone’s come and gone. Barely visible, if you’ve got a good eye,” Leorla whispered back with a grin.
“It’s the Winter Hag alright,” Payn agreed. The mystic had been concentrating on a spell that was supposed to divine the nature of what they were attacking. Whether or not such magic did anything, only Payn knew, but the entire band was well aware that he got results.
“I can feel the death magic in the air,” he said grimly. “We’d best not take too long.”
“Onward, then.” Gallin unsheathed his axe and shield and led the company as quietly as was possible through the snow. At least the sound of their advance was muted by the howling of wind through the cave mouth.
Payn and Leorla had been right: the cold, scentless winter air was overtaken by the mildewy smell of rotting vegetation, rancid wood and damp moss. More than that, Gallin could feel every pain, every weakness in his body screaming in rebellion. The arm he’d broken a few years ago ached in a way it hadn’t in a long time.
The stink of smoke hung thickly in the air as they moved away from the airflow near the entrance and into the stagnant dark. Payn led the way now, summoning a dim light that would hopefully guide their path without alerting the hag to their presence.
The magician paused and turned back to make a hand motion at Gallin. Fire ahead. He dreaded to think what such a creature would be cooking over that fire, but he had to admit that it smelled enticing. A hag’s trick to lure in fools like them, he supposed. Although these ‘fools’ were well armed, combat-trained, and prepared to deal with whatever this creature could throw at them.
Soft firelight flickered off of the left wall where the narrow cavern forked and widened into separate chambers. Here Payn signalled again, this time for Gallin to take point. The warrior crept slowly forward, trying not to shift his armor with every movement, and looked into the smoky chamber beyond. Across a clump of stalagmites from them, a small fire was burning. Most of the smoke was rising from a small natural hole in one cave wall.
Shade nudged Gallin from behind him and pointed at the hole. Apparently he’d had the same idea – plug the hole and drive the hag from her lair. But Gallin shook his head and pointed off to one corner, where a lump of dirty cloth shifted and rolled over. Luck must have favored them today: they’d caught the hag sleeping.
Gallin made a special hand signal that his mercenary team had developed over the course of their missions. Too easy.
Zakarias
“Are you sure the hag’s holed up in here? We could just be running into a bear,” Shade the sneak whispered as they all crouched along the rock face leading to the cave entrance.
“I’m sure. Smell that smoke? Someone has built a fire nearby. And there’s humanoid footprints in the snow where someone’s come and gone. Barely visible, if you’ve got a good eye,” Leorla whispered back with a grin.
“It’s the Winter Hag alright,” Payn agreed. The mystic had been concentrating on a spell that was supposed to divine the nature of what they were attacking. Whether or not such magic did anything, only Payn knew, but the entire band was well aware that he got results.
“I can feel the death magic in the air,” he said grimly. “We’d best not take too long.”
“Onward, then.” Gallin unsheathed his axe and shield and led the company as quietly as was possible through the snow. At least the sound of their advance was muted by the howling of wind through the cave mouth.
Payn and Leorla had been right: the cold, scentless winter air was overtaken by the mildewy smell of rotting vegetation, rancid wood and damp moss. More than that, Gallin could feel every pain, every weakness in his body screaming in rebellion. The arm he’d broken a few years ago ached in a way it hadn’t in a long time.
The stink of smoke hung thickly in the air as they moved away from the airflow near the entrance and into the stagnant dark. Payn led the way now, summoning a dim light that would hopefully guide their path without alerting the hag to their presence.
The magician paused and turned back to make a hand motion at Gallin. Fire ahead. He dreaded to think what such a creature would be cooking over that fire, but he had to admit that it smelled enticing. A hag’s trick to lure in fools like them, he supposed. Although these ‘fools’ were well armed, combat-trained, and prepared to deal with whatever this creature could throw at them.
Soft firelight flickered off of the left wall where the narrow cavern forked and widened into separate chambers. Here Payn signalled again, this time for Gallin to take point. The warrior crept slowly forward, trying not to shift his armor with every movement, and looked into the smoky chamber beyond. Across a clump of stalagmites from them, a small fire was burning. Most of the smoke was rising from a small natural hole in one cave wall.
Shade nudged Gallin from behind him and pointed at the hole. Apparently he’d had the same idea – plug the hole and drive the hag from her lair. But Gallin shook his head and pointed off to one corner, where a lump of dirty cloth shifted and rolled over. Luck must have favored them today: they’d caught the hag sleeping.
Gallin made a special hand signal that his mercenary team had developed over the course of their missions. Too easy.
Zakarias