The remaining redcloaks charge the last giant.
Kazadar, then Gil.
Both of the soldiers take a battering as they close on the last giant, but their swords taste blood.
"She told him to keep us busy! I don't think she's leaving - stay alert."
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Kazadar moves back into the room to see to the giant about some difference in opinion. (R/S//9/10)
"Your Highness? Lieutenant? Where might that b!*+% have gotten off to? Does she have any targets here that you can think of?"
"Haladon 's down! Rod, can you aid him?"
"If blue-face wants to die for his master, I'll be happy to indulge him. Someone might want to sit on the Karrn officer, though, to keep her from injuring herself."
Gil? Then Prince Kor, Desdamora and Havakhad.
"Haladon 's down! Rod, can you aid him?"
"I'll do what I can. No doubt the Flame will come to the rescue."
"Someone might want to sit on the Karrn officer, though,"
"Hmmm ... No! Haladon first!"
Gil ducks to her left before rolling away from her antagonist to the right.
"I have a feeling we need to protect our friend here."
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Arrows thump into the last giant standing.
Prince Kor reappears, sword in hand, behind Lady Desdamora. He clubs he on the back of the head with the hilt and she goes down, insensible.
Ezreal draws deep and thrusts out at the remaining giant with jets of intensified flame. The instant that the flames die out, the mage bolts knowing that they have completely given away his position and circles around the web to get a better view of where Helkashtai might have gone.
The alien wildcat leaps in looking for more prey and slashes out with an enormous claw.
The giant collapses under Ezreal's fiery assault, and the cat finishes it off. Ezreal moves round and peers to where Helkashtai had been, but sees no trace of her.
“Phew!” The giant sized Rodorgo mops his brow. He moves into a central location and calls on the power of the Silver Flame to heal his allies.
“We need to secure Lady Desdamora before she hurts someone – or herself.”
Kazadar moves to block the exit of the room, then tells the others, "Hold her back while I cast a spell to free her."
Janosz wanders from one giant blue corpse to the next, casually slitting their throats. "And stay down. No comebacks, freaks," he mutters to himself before stopping by the ogre mage commander, " - especially you. Man, I thought this guy would never die."
"Hey, Ez - any way we can make the dead talk to us? They are bound to know a thing or three about that Inspired temple-thing they are building across the river."
"Prince Kor, are you unharmed? Is there anything I can do for you or your men?"
Haladon slowlys gets up to his feet.
"Thank your, Father. I can take it from here."
"We need to find her. Havakhad, could you see anything that would tell you how she left us? Or if she left us?"
Rodergo is able to revive the two Redcloaks, but the dead technicians were killed instantly by the giant's freezing blast.
The three monarchs are all talking over each other. "This is an outrage!" storms King Kaius, "Attacking a prince of the blood! Assaulting the leaders of the Five Nations at their conference! There shall be repercussions!" His eyes blaze with a wholly unsettling light.
Meanwhile, King Boranel exclaims, "Ha! Fantastic! Haven't seen the like in ages. I'd have given my eye-teeth to have been there and got stuck in. Just like the old days, eh, brother?" Prince Kor gives a lopsided grin.
"Calm down, you two!" snaps Queen Aurala, "We need to work out what to do next."
"If I may?" says Keeper Daran, and the noise abates somewhat. "It is clear we face a determined enemy. The fact that they could strike even here suggests that we may struggle to ultimately prevent these shards from falling into their hands. King Boranel, you were undecided before. But you have seen both the danger we face and the capabilities of these adventurers who call themselves Rodergo's Reavers. Do you now agree with my suggestion that the safest place to leave these shards is with self-same worthies?"
King Boranel rubs his bearded chin for a few seconds. "Yes," he says tentatively, then more firmly, "Yes. These shards - whoever or whatever Goshasanan may be - should be dealt with by the Adarans." He turns to Prince Kor. "We should probably consider opening diplomatic relations with Adar as well."
"Helkashtai just declared war on the Five Nations, basically. That these shards mean that much to her and her puppetmasters is incredibly unnerving."
"That seems somewhat melodramatic, Master Frogshanks," replies Queen Aurala. "She attacked you. Prince Kor emerged without a scratch, and none of us were even in the room. Nevertheless, we cannot allow this sort of thing to happen. Brawling in front of royalty is extremely poor protocol. Aundair shall coordinate a response in dealing with these Riedrans and their oversized 'temples'."
"Indeed," adds King Kaius, now somewhat calmer, "I think we can provide the Riedrans with plenty to keep them occupied from an official perspective. This may tie them up and make them less of an immediate threat to you and your cohorts, Father Xativa. Master Havakhad, along with King Boranel here, I would be grateful if your nation could despatch representatives. It is high time your people became better known to the Five Nations." Havakhad nods gravely.
"In the meantime, Father Xativa, I think your main role is to disappear as completely as possible," adds Keeper Daran, "So as to make your way to Adar without detection. But in the meantime, I suggest that you pass by the Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame." The Keeper's eyes become unfocused for a moment before recovering. "Lady Agan will wish to speak with Sir Haladon."
Rodergo bows. “Your Graces. Your Holiness. We will need to travel to Havakhad’s homeland then … we were discussing earlier a boat? An airship – as impractical as that might be in terms of a pilot?”
"Also, we must tend to Selkatiri's remains." Kazadar says, looking to Havakhad for comment.
"I could pray for a spell to return Selkatiri to life, but the transition takes a toll that Selkatiri will feel for some time. Also, it requires an expensive diamond to be crushed."
Havakhad blinks. "Would you do such a thing? Selkatiri was a relative stranger to you."
"She was an ally. She took up arms on our behalf. Would she wish to return?"
"We have much to do. I'm sure she would want to play her part."
"Well, there's still the matter of the diamond. I don't suppose there is a place with any of those around here."
Prince Kor is standing nearby and looks at Selkatiri's broken body. "She deserved better. I'm sure we can find a suitable gem."
As he speaks, troop begin dashing in - a little late.
"I guess we should toss the bodies. They may have clues on where they came from or where they were hiding while here."
"Thank you deeply, your eminence. May the Nine and Six favor you."
Kazadar turns to the others.
I shall pray for the spell to spare Selkatiri the Keeper's gaze and bring her back into Arawai's creation. Is there a suitable room in the tent where we may make preparations?"
"In the meantime, Father Xativa, I think your main role is to disappear as completely as possible," adds Keeper Daran, "So as to make your way to Adar without detection. But in the meantime, I suggest that you pass by the Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame." The Keeper's eyes become unfocused for a moment before recovering. "Lady Agan will wish to speak with Sir Haladon."
"I am your servant."
"Well ... I guess we had all be going to see Lady Agan. Kazadar, are you alright with the ritual - can you use any assistance from the Silver Flame? We ... don't really do the 'returning people from the dead' thing much, but if you need help ... If not, I'll walk out here with the others. Now ... incognito, how best to go about that? For starters - Prince Kor, are there any secret ways out of this place?"