Fable - Ask The Shattered Keep[Dreadlords]

[Talus]

"I'll go first. I can make it through the grate." He then quickly motioned to Ademar. "Ademar you can remove the grate behind me."

Virgil could then protect them if there were crossbowmen, though he somehow doubted it.

Hal's distraction would have pulled all eyes away from this particular part of the Keep, at least hopefully. Closing his eyes for a moment the young Dreadlord took a breath, and then hopped into the deep waters in a smooth dive.

Within just a few feet the water dropped completely, covering the entire tunnel for several dozen feet.

Talus' eyes popped open, and in the distance he saw the second grate sitting well worn within the crystal clear water. He swam closer, his form shimmering in that odd translucent blue as he simply phase...swam through the metal.

He looked back only briefly, motioning for Ademar to do his magic as he swam forward and slowly came to the surface.

A silent breath filled his lungs as his head popped up from the water, his eyes slowly scanning the inside of the courtyard.

A dozen or more of those black armored soldiers were running quickly along the water line, some holding swords and others bows. None paid any attention to the water itself, all too focused on getting to the other side of the wall.

Had the other Dreadlords attacked as well?

 

[Florinthe Othal]

Florinthe was getting restless. Talus had gone off alone and he was quickly becoming one of her preferred apprentices at this moment in time. She sighed, withdrawing a single peculiar spear from her quiver. It was a strange thing with a blade shaped like a corkscrew and not a single cutting edge. In fact, it looked almost identical to a drill - as opposed to a spear.

She breathed, the wind whipping up around the tunnel. Carefully, holding the spear aloft slightly above her shoulder in this cramped space, she began to warp and turn the weapon quickly with the gathered wind. It spun impossibly fast, with each second passing it grew in strength. She did not enjoy holding onto charged weapons, they were designed for throwing and if she wasn't careful she would rip her own arm off.

With great concentration, she slammed the weapon into the metal grill. Immediately it reacted. The water sloshed, the grate groaned and within moments the cast iron blockage buckled and broke. The obstruction was cleared, her spear disintegrated into nothingness from the pressure, and she swam unabated towards Talus.