The Swordmage Trilogy Bundle, Volumes 1-3

by Martin Hengst

  The cleric growled deep in his throat, his tail tucked between his legs, his neck fur puffed out in an aura.

  “We will die here, High Priest! Like these poor wretches, frozen together for eternity.”

  Zarfensis grasped the cleric by the shoulder, forcing the troubled eyes of his pack mate to meet his. The contact seemed to brace the cleric’s flagging spirit.

  “Have faith, my brother. Our ancient brethren knew the risks and at least they died together. Our pack is stronger, we will prevail.”

  The cleric dropped his eyes. “Yes, Your Holiness. I’m sorry for my moment of weakness.”

  “Think no more of it, my brother. It is...unnerving...to come across our ancient brothers fallen in such a way. Succumbing to the cold instead of dying at the hand of an enemy.” Zarfensis motioned deeper into the tunnel, looking meaningfully at each member of their war party. “Steel your resolve, brothers. This may not be the only horror that awaits us. The longer we keep moving, the better off we’ll be.”

  Move they did, deeper and deeper into the frozen void under the mountain. Zarfensis was beginning to feel a familiar presence in the back of his head. The feeling that his consciousness wasn’t alone, that there was someone sharing his thoughts. It was the same feeling that came from the depths of the Deep Oracle’s chambers.

  He said nothing, and they moved on.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Tiadaria held up her hand, going rigid. Wynn stopped instantly behind her, head cocked to one side, straining to hear what might have alerted her. The apprentice heard it too, the low, growling rumble that was the Xarundi approximation of speech. They had no way of knowing what they were saying and Wynn suspected that they probably wouldn’t have wanted to know anyway. What he did know was that it was close. Too close. He felt sweat trickle down his side from under his arms, though the cavern was below freezing.

  He settled back on his haunches, relying on the metal spikes strapped to his boots to keep him from sliding across the mirror-like surface of the floor. He doused the wisp he had summoned and they crouched there in the dark, listening. It sounded as if the Xarundi were moving deeper into the tunnel complex. Wynn summoned a smaller wisp, a barely glowing orb of light that illuminated their faces and nothing more.

  “I think they’re moving on,” he whispered, the words barely a movement of breath behind his lips. Tiadaria nodded, but said nothing. She too had dug her spikes into the floor, ready for battle at a moment’s notice.

  Wynn was thankful for Faxon’s planning, even as he wished that the elder quintessentialist was with them. They had gone through the packs at the hunting lodge, selecting only the items that would be absolutely necessary on their pursuit of the relic. They had found three sets of spiked straps for their boots. Thankfully, Tiadaria had immediately recognized their use and purpose. Wynn would have been lost without her.

  Tia motioned to the wisp and made an expanding gesture with her hands. Wynn nodded, mumbling the spell that would enlarge the wisp and light their area of the tunnel. If Tiadaria wanted more light, he was fairly certain that any imminent danger of encountering the Xarundi was past.

  “I’m pretty sure they’ve moved further in,” she said, her voice the barest murmur over the subtle cracking and pinging of the ice around them. “We’ll give them another few minutes to pass on.”

  Wynn wanted to point out that every moment they remained stationary was another in which they might freeze to death, but he prudently remained silent. When Tiadaria was in what he referred to as battle mode, he knew better than to introduce what she would often deride as superfluous details.

  Tia unwound from her crouch, checking the straps on her sword belt and on the pack. It was an unconscious habit and one that Wynn had adopted from watching her. Not that the holster did him much good. The ironwood staff hadn’t left his hand since they set foot in the cavern. The ironwood was certainly living up to its name. The staff felt cold as ice, even through the fur-lined inner of his winter gloves.

  She motioned them forward and Wynn nodded. He noticed her customary checks of his gear and dismissed them with a sigh. He knew that he had given her enough reason to question his readiness for combat, but when she did those quick, quiet checks of his kit, he couldn’t help but to feel like a child. She never corrected anything though, so either he was doing alright, or she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Hah. As if.

  They encountered a blind corner and Tia pressed her back against the wall, peering around the edge into the darkness. Sending the wisp on ahead was out of the question. Any benefit they might gain from the light would be negated if they gave away their pursuit too early. Seeing nothing within the radius of the light that seemed threatening, she gave Wynn the go ahead and they turned the corner.

  A few steps forward and the light of the wisp was thrown over the familiar shape of a Xarundi, low to the ground. Wynn let out a startled yelp and Tia clamped her hand over his mouth before he could expand on that ill-advised exclamation. As it was, his cry echoed down the corridor, bouncing off the walls for what seemed like minutes.

  “They’re dead already,” she hissed at him, eyes flashing. “Which is what we’re going to be if you don’t keep quiet.”

  Wynn’s cheeks went red but he said nothing. Couldn’t, in fact, as her hand was still pressed firmly over his mouth. She glared at him for a moment longer and then removed her hand. Morbid curiosity got the better of Wynn and he commanded the wisp closer to the bodies so that he could get a better look. They had been frozen in place for what he guessed was probably hundreds of years. The soft tissues were desiccated and withdrawn, with patches of bone showing through here and there. He knew the importance of keeping quiet, but he gave himself a break. Anyone not trained for this sort of thing would have been startled coming upon something like that. He wasn’t sure Faxon would have fared any better.

  “Do you feel that?” Tiadaria asked in hushed tones, taking her hand from his mouth. It felt like something was inside her head, as if someone was standing behind her, looking over her shoulder, or out through her eyes. She shuddered. “It feels like something’s watching us, from inside.”

  “I know.” Wynn nodded. The sensation had started when they entered the cavern and had only gotten more pronounced the deeper they went. “Whatever it is, it’s deeper in. Nothing left of these two, living or undead.”

  Tia spared the corpses a moment’s consideration and then set off again, heading deeper into the corridor. Wynn caught up to her in short order, the wisp bobbing along behind him.

  * * *

  Xarundi hearing was nearly as keen as their eyesight, so when the echo of a faint cry bounced from wall to wall, they all turned toward the sound, their ears upright. Zarfensis recognized the character of the voice. There were vermin pursuing them through the tunnels. Quickly slipping into sphere-sight, he cast back along the way they had come. Just passed the corpses of their fallen brothers, there was a shimmer in the ether. It was the girl. He was certain of it.

  “We’re being followed,” he growled, not bothering to lower his voice. Let the vermin hear them. Let them know that their death was coming with sharp claws and rending fangs. The warriors were instantly alert at his statement, powerful muscles bunching in anticipation of the hunt.

  “Shall we intercept Your Holiness?”

  Zarfensis held up a hand. “Not yet brothers. Time is of the essence. Let us see how skilled these vermin are before we commit to fighting them. They may prove not to be worthy of fighting the Chosen’s finest warriors.”

  Though displeased at being stayed, the warriors preened at the implied compliment. They relaxed somewhat, watching the High Priest and waiting to see what Zarfensis had in store for the vermin snapping at their heels.

  Zarfensis slipped into the Quintessential Sphere and began to manipulate the forces there. From the walls of the cavern, he pulled large ice crystals, forming towering monsters of frozen water. When the bodies were formed, he called on the power of the Dyr, the Rune
of Death, to imbue the forms with the singular desire to kill and destroy. Anything to feed the hunger of the rune.

  The ice elementals took on a glowing blue fire that danced across the surface of the constructs without harming them. Zarfensis willed them up the tunnel, in the direction of the girl and her companions. They moved slowly at first, as if uncertain of their mission, then, as the spell reached its completion, they began to move more fluidly, the ground beneath the Xarundi’s feet quaking with the impacts of the elementals as they pounded relentlessly toward their prey.

  The High Priest smiled and was gratified to see the shaman and several of the warriors grinning as well. A battle was never to be shirked from as one of the Chosen, but there were many ways to enter combat. Zarfensis urged them on. He wanted to get to the relic as quickly as possible. The sooner they had it, the sooner they could be home and free of the vermin.

  * * *

  “What is that?” Wynn had dropped all pretense of stealth and practically had to roar the question over the thunder that was spreading up the tunnel toward them.

  “I don’t know,” Tiadaria replied, loosening the straps on her scabbards and pulling her scimitars free. “But it doesn’t sound like anything good.”

  She cast a sidelong glance at the young apprentice. He had sworn to her that he could fight. That he’d fight for her...for them. This might be the first time his resolve was tested. Tia hoped he’d be able to live up to the challenge.

  “Are you ready?” Tia looked him in the eye. The weight of the question hung in the air between them. Wynn nodded.

  “I’m ready.” The quintessentialist spun his staff around his hand, catching it at the balance point in the center of the rod. As he did so, flames sprang to life along its length. The magical fire danced over his hand but didn’t scorch his glove or the sleeve of his robe.

  It was the first time that Tiadaria had seen him completely in control of his magical gift. Both in Ethergate, then again during the attack in the ravine, his magic had come at a moment of great extremity, exploding in an uncontrollable burst of rage and fear. This was a different Wynn. A mage in control of his mind and his weapon. A mage with something to fight for and the will to see it through.

  Tia put aside the pride she felt for him and prepared herself for battle. Two ice elementals skidded around a distant corner of the corridor. They had a clear run toward Tia and Wynn now, with not so much as a snowdrift between the aggressors and their intended victims.

  The thundering footsteps of the elementals made it difficult to remain upright, even with the added help of the spikes strapped to their feet. Tiadaria went to the balls of her feet, spinning the scimitars in a fluid motion of wrist and arm, testing their weight and balance.

  To her surprise, it was Wynn who attacked first. She heard him invoke the ancient words of power and call the essence of flame forth from the Quintessential Sphere. His staff moved dizzyingly fast, spinning a great circle over his head that formed more streams of flame with each revolution. Finally he dropped the end of the staff, pointing it toward the elementals as if he intended to use it as a lance.

  The ball of flame he had conjured was immense. As Wynn released it toward their targets, it roared down the length of the corridor, steam rising from the walls on either side. It slammed into the crude arm of one of the elementals, blasting it to pieces and melting a crescent hollow where the flame had touched the body. Ice quickly turned to steam, which turned to snow, drifting down from the damaged titan as they continued forward.

  With a throaty war cry, Tiadaria leapt toward the damaged elemental. Her arc took her to a height impossible without the use of magic and she jackknifed in the air, bringing her swords down in a vicious slash. One dug a deep furrow in the shoulder that still had an arm attached to it. The other glanced off the creature’s head harmlessly.

  Tia almost made it clear of the elemental, but its grasping hand knocked her off balance as she tried to twist away. She was thrown into the wall and slid down the slope, ending sprawled on the floor of the tunnel behind the attacking monstrosities. Wynn wanted to go to her, to ensure she was okay, but they were closing on him too quickly for him to do anything but defend.

  Wynn hefted the staff over his head, chanting in the language of the sphere. He brought it down, slamming the end into the ice and watching with savage pleasure as a wave of fire raced out from the point of impact. It intersected the approach of the elementals and boiled away some of the stumps of ice they used as legs before fading out completely. His skills were of particular use against these foes, but it was slow going. He could really use Tia’s help in splitting them up and giving them two targets to contend with.

  No sooner had he finished that thought then he saw Tiadaria struggling to her feet. Her face was a bloody mess, but most of the blood seemed to be coming from her nose. She flashed him a thumbs up, just long enough to assure him she was okay, and waded back into the fray. She seemed disinclined to battle the creatures where their hands could reach, so she snuck up behind them as they advanced on Wynn and sliced out at the legs Wynn had already weakened.

  The enraged elemental turned to face the new attacker and swiped ineffectually between its own legs. Tiadaria, her movements a blur between the physical realm and the sphere, easily danced out of the way before ducking in to strike again and again. Shards of ice littered the floor of the cavern. There was a crack like a whip and a deep fissure appeared in the elemental’s leg, racing up into its blocky, angular torso.

  “Wynn,” she yelled. “This one! Now!”

  The apprentice threw his hand out in front of him, his fingers curled into a claw. He drew essence from the sphere, weaving it, folding it, compressing it into a tight ball of flame different in both character and composition from the one he had summoned with his staff. He hurled it toward the damaged elemental, willing it to find the seam that had opened in the smooth ice skin. The projectile flew straight and true, slamming into the crack and making the elemental glow from within. A moment later, it exploded, pelting them with shards of ice no larger than a fingernail.

  Tiadaria let out a whoop and turned to the other elemental, which was getting dangerously close to Wynn. Following the same strategy she had used on the first elemental, she attacked the legs. She had only a stroke or two before the towering giant of ice kicked her legs out from under her. She landed hard on her back, the air rushing out of her lungs. She looked up and saw a huge foot descending toward her. She only barely managed to roll out of the way before it ground into the floor of the cavern, making the floor quake.

  A series of small fireballs pelted the elemental. Barely larger than a snowball, they weren’t enough to cause any real damage, but the incessant assault was enough to draw it away from Tia while she got her bearings. She had to admit, for someone as reluctant to fight as Wynn had been, he certainly had a knack for it.

  While he kept it occupied, she approached the elemental from behind and drove her blade deep into its leg. She twisted the hilt and the leg shattered, toppling the elemental over on its side. Wynn motioned for her to get clear and then summoned a ring of fire that surrounded the elemental, shrinking in on the rapidly melting form until only a puddle of water remained. A few wisps of steam danced in the air and then they were gone. The water on the floor of the tunnel was already starting to freeze.

  As the sphere gave, it also took away. Tiadaria was gripped with a coughing spasm so powerful that it dropped her to her knees. The tears that formed at the corners of her eyes froze on her cheeks while she struggled for breath. She tasted the familiar copper tang of blood on her tongue and knew that the same sickness that had claimed the Captain was already inside her. He’d lived a full and active life, even dealing with the side effects of his condition. She could do the same, although she now had a new respect for the enthusiasm he had exhibited. Especially on the battlefield.

  Wynn was crouching next to her, his hand on the small of her back, the link-shock sending a painful jolt into her spine
.

  “Are you okay?”

  Tiadaria still didn’t have her breath yet, so she nodded at him, locking her eyes with his so that he knew she was telling the truth. He nodded and left her kneeling there, making his way back up the tunnel to retrieve the packs they had dropped when the battle began.

  When he returned, Wynn took a cloth from his pack and helped her clean the worse of the blood from her face. Her nose wasn’t broken, but she’d be quite colorful for a few days as the bruises healed. She thanked him for his attentiveness and then they set off down the corridor once again.

  Neither of them bothered with stealth this time. Whatever was down there, the Xarundi presumably, knew they were there. If they didn’t already know that Tia and Wynn had destroyed their little toys, they would soon enough. Now getting to the relic first was the only thing that mattered. They dug in the spikes on their boots and rushed headlong into the dark.

  Zarfensis felt the psychic backlash of the elementals being destroyed at the same time that he and the rest of the war party exited the tunnel into a massive cavern. The distance across was so great that they couldn’t see the other side through the swirling mists. It was much lighter here. Part of the ceiling had long ago given way and left an irregular hole that sloped up away from the opening like a funnel. As a result, a single shaft of light illuminated the center of the chamber.

  The feeling of having someone else inside his head had intensified greatly when they entered the cavern. The relic was here. He could feel it. It was calling to him, guiding him. It wanted to be found and set free.

  “The relic is here,” Zarfensis announced to the others. “Spread out, find it quickly.”