Guild Wars: Ghosts of Ascalon (23 page)

Dougal hit the ground hard, his legs buckling underneath him, but he rolled with the impact. He lost his grip on the rope and feared for a moment that he would tumble back into the pool at the base of the falls, or into a deep crevasse hidden in the darkness. He came to a stop, though, against a wall of jagged boulders instead.

The charr warband that had been waiting there burst out from behind the rocks and surrounded him in an instant.

Dougal cried out in surprise and leaped to his feet. Before he could draw his sword, one of the charr knocked him back down again, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt. Another leaped onto his back, pinning him there.

“Scream, human, and I rip out your throat,” the charr hissed in his ear.

Dougal wasn’t sure he could draw enough air to scream with anyhow, so he nodded in assent. He tried to get a count of how many charr there were but, lying facedown on the ground, it proved impossible. Most warbands had less than twenty members, to keep them mobile, but there were always exceptions.

Dougal tried to raise his head to get a better look, and a paw drove his face back into the hardscrabble dirt. He grunted in pain and felt the tip of a claw pressed into the softest part of his throat.

Kranxx came down the rope next, more slowly than Dougal had managed. He landed softly and peered into the dun-colored mists. “Dougal?” he called.

Following Dougal’s path across the dirt, the asura strode closer to the pool of shadow that the stand of boulders provided. “Don’t tell me that after all that you
broke your leg coming down that rope.”

A pair of charr reached out from the shadows and pulled Kranxx in. If he had a chance to struggle, Dougal didn’t hear it. He could, however, hear the others still in the tunnel above, even over the splashing of the sewage into the rocky pool below.

“Bear’s buttocks!” Gullik said. “Give me a hand with retrieving my axe.”

“The rest of you go,” said Ember. “We will meet you below.”

A moment later, the rope began wriggling again, and Killeen descended to the ground. “Dougal?” she said, sounding not scared but concerned. “Kranxx? Where are you?”

Dougal tensed to ready himself for a yell, but the charr on top of him jabbed his neck with his claw. Dougal felt warm wetness slowly trickle out of a fresh cut on his throat and onto the ground.

Riona appeared next to the sylvari then. In an instant she had out her sword, and she stared warily into the surrounding darkness. “Dougal?” she said. “This is not in the slightest bit funny.”

The charr not holding down Dougal and Kranxx emerged from the surrounding fog and foliage then, showing Riona and Killeen that they had them surrounded on all sides, save for that of the fetid pool at their backs. Both women kept their hands away from their weapons and craned their necks to catch sight of Dougal or the asura.

“Yes!” Gullik shouted from above. “My axe is free!”

“Don’t kiss it,” Ember said in disgust.

One of the charr stood back and bellowed up at the pair in the tunnel. “We hear you up there, and we have your friends! Come down here now—and leave that grate open—or they die.”

At first, Dougal heard nothing but some urgent whispers between Ember and Gullik. Then she spoke: “I am Ember Doomforge, and I answer only to General Almorra Soulkeeper.”

“Ah! A charr? I should have guessed. I am Scorkin Bladebreaker of the Blade Warband, Blood Legion,” said the charr who’d spoken before. “Good work! We have your prisoners captive. Join us, and we will plan our assault on Ebonhawke together.”

Dougal squirmed under the charr holding him down but could not get free. He hadn’t considered the possibility that Ember might leave the sewer grate open behind them so that the charr could slip into Ebonhawke. His captor wrestled him into a sitting position.

Ember leaped from the tunnel and caught the rope where it dangled below the grate, then zipped down it to land in the center of the clearing. She stood tall and pointed at Bladebreaker as she spoke. “These people you’ve captured are part of my mission, and you will leave them to me.”

“I know of your Soulkeeper and her Vigil,” Bladebreaker said. “What fool’s errand brings you here?”

“That I cannot reveal,” said Ember.

Bladebreaker sneered, “Then you may go on your way. We will take care of your prisoners for you.”

Ember stalked closer to Bladebreaker. “You misunderstand. They are coming with me.”

“Wait,” Bladebreaker said suspiciously. “Are they your prisoners, or are you theirs?”

Ember snarled at the implication. “Neither. We work together as part of the Vigil, and you must allow us to pass.”

Bladebreaker snorted. “You are free to go where you like, Doomforge, but I cannot allow these ‘friends’ of yours to wander free through Ascalon.”

“You will let us pass. All of us.” There was menace in Ember Doomforge’s voice.

“Do you challenge me?” Bladebreaker’s stance made it clear he relished that thought.

Ember let out a laughing growl. “Do you not think I would enjoy tearing these weaklings to pieces and then helping you storm Ebonhawke from within? I ache to exact revenge on our ancient foes, but I am after bigger game.”

Dougal could not tell if Ember was bluffing or not, but for the first time Bladebreaker took a step backward, surprised. “Bigger game than the thorn of Ebonhawke? The city our people have laid siege to for over two hundred years?”

Ember ignored Bladebreaker’s disbelief and nodded.

Bladebreaker gaped at her, then drew his jaws together into a determined wall of pointed teeth. “These are my prisoners.”

“These are my allies,” said Ember. “I challenge you for their lives.”

“Accepted,” said Bladebreaker. “Challenge, then, and all is fair.”

Ember drew her sword, its wet blade shining. With a gesture, she directed Riona and Killeen to retreat to the edge of the sewage pond. The other charr motioned with their own weapons and the two women reluctantly complied. Both were somber, and Dougal knew each was looking for an opportunity to turn the tables on their captors.

“I tell you that I must bring these people with me and that my orders come from General Soulkeeper herself,” said Ember, hefting her blade as if it were a trifle. “You must accept what I say. Or you must die for your error.”

Bladebreaker drew his sword too. It was filthy black but for its single sharpened edge. The pair approached each other with the care of priests observing an ancient ritual. When they were within three feet of each other, they reached out with their swords and slapped them together. The sharp sound rang out through the narrow valley. From there, the fight was on.

Dougal looked around to see the charr engrossed in watching the fight, paying far more attention to it than to their foes. Kranxx had been allowed to sit up, too, and he had his massive pack in his lap, his arms hugging it possessively. Over by the pond, Riona stood tensed, her hand drifting to the pommel of her blade, and whispered to Killeen.

Ember struck first, charging Bladebreaker with her sword held high. He raised his weapon to parry it, but she brought her blow down so hard that her blade still glanced off the spiked armor on his shoulder. He countered with an underhanded swipe of his off hand that
sliced across Ember’s belly. His claws slashed through her fur in three parallel lines.

Ember howled, less in pain than protest, and rolled backward out of Bladebreaker’s range. She wiped a hand across her middle, and it came back streaked with red.

Ember charged at Bladebreaker again, hammering at him with her sword. She fought unlike any human Dougal had ever seen. She brought every bit of her strength and speed into play and moved like a furious blur. She gave no thought to fending off a counterblow or to raising any sort of defense. She simply attacked, attacked, attacked.

Bladebreaker didn’t seem as if he had a chance. Ember knocked him back on his heels with her first strike, and he never recovered. All he could do was offer up the best defense he could muster, unable to counter her fury.

Then Bladebreaker lived up to his name.

Dougal hadn’t realized it, but Ember’s ferocious attack had played perfectly into Bladebreaker’s hands. Every time she swung her sword at him, he swung back, seeking the weakest point of her blade and striking it there. Eventually, he knew, his strategy would work, as long as she didn’t kill him first.

On Ember’s last stroke, Bladebreaker brought the edge of his sword around to meet the flat of hers. The blade shattered into several pieces, leaving her holding little more than a shard jutting from her hilt. She stared at it in shock for an instant and then moved to defend herself against Bladebreaker’s own vicious attack.

Dougal tried to get up and help, but the charr holding him sat him back down hard. Riona and Killeen moved to assist Ember as well, but the charr on either side of them moved to block them. Dougal glanced at Kranxx and saw the asura slowly and quietly rummaging in his pack, the charr guarding him too busy cheering on Bladebreaker to notice.

Bladebreaker pressed his advantage as hard as he could. He wasn’t nearly the warrior that Ember was, but he had a weapon and she did not. Ember blocked his blows as best she could with the hilt of her shattered sword. She had her claws extended and ready, but she could not find a way around Bladebreaker’s flashing sword to slice into his flesh.

Forced to retreat, Ember stumbled over an unseen rock behind her and fell flat on her back. She reached to her side and her paw came up with her pistol, heavy and deadly. She pulled the trigger and there was a dull, mud-stained click. Ember cursed.

Bladebreaker raised his weapon high above his head to deliver the killing blow, but before he could bring down his arms, a loud clang sounded high overhead.

Dougal looked up to see that Gullik had slammed the grate over the sewer’s exit shut and had cut the rope free to fall in the pool below. The norn belted out a bellow filled with the joy of battle as he kicked off from the grating, angling toward a tiny ledge on the cliff face below. He snagged it with his hand as he passed and used the momentum to swing his feet high about in the air, catapulting himself away from the wall and toward the clearing below. As he landed near Ember
and Bladebreaker, he hurled his axe forward, and it caught the leader of the charr warband right in the center of his chest.

Bladebreaker stood there for a moment, staring at the weapon that seemed to have magically appeared with its blade already embedded several inches in his armor. He opened his mouth to say something but discovered he could not, then toppled over dead.

There was silence by the pool, save for the splash of the cut rope finally reaching the water.

“You idiot!” Ember screamed at the norn as she threw herself to her feet. “I only win the argument if
I
kill him.”

Gullik gave her a wide and toothy grin. “Then I suppose that means the winner is me.” He pointed at the rest of the charr. “Off with the lot of you, now, or I’ll win arguments with each of you, too!”

The other charr joined in a horrific roar so loud that it pained Dougal’s ears. Ember was right: had she slain the leader, the rest of the band would have been cowed enough to let them go. But now, incensed at the norn’s insult more than Bladebreaker’s death, they closed in as one and growled for Gullik’s flesh.

Gullik then realized that he was unarmed, his axe still stuck in Bladebreaker’s chest. “Ho!” he said, holding his hands up and grinning wider than ever. “Now
this
shall be a true challenge!” As he spoke, he attained his bear form, hairier and more massive, his hands
becoming wicked claws.

The charr who had been holding Dougal jumped up to join his warband in tearing the norn apart. Seizing his chance, Dougal leaped to his feet, his sword instantly in his hand. The blade made no sound as it left its sheath, but Dougal’s former guard caught sight of him drawing his weapon and spun around, drawing his own blade.

Dougal’s head swam from getting up too fast after having had a charr crushing him for so long. He put his sword before him and hoped that the charr would not see its black blade and impale himself on it in his fury.

Before that could happen, Kranxx stood up and threw something into the middle of the clearing. It fizzed and sparked as it rolled to land near Gullik’s hind legs.

“An asura invention!” Gullik said. “Would you look at that?”

“Eyes!” Kranxx shouted at the top of his lungs.

Dougal remembered to close his eyes tight. The flash from the device’s detonation was so bright that even through his eyelids it nearly blinded him.

Dougal blinked away the few dots before his eyes and saw the charr all around the clearing clutching their faces and snarling in pain and frustration. This would not be a fair fight, he knew, but it never had been.

Dougal’s blade slid easily into the neck of the charr who had cut him and then came right back out again, along with the charr’s last breath. Another charr came stumbling at Dougal, swinging his sword blindly while homing in on his dying friend’s final cry. Dougal steeled
himself to the task, waited for the right moment, then ran the charr through.