Lady of Poison (17 page)

He whirled, trying to see his friends who were still strung out along the length of the root. At the same time, he grabbed up a double handful of the island’s muck and begin to scrub at the burning spot on his leg. He had to neutralize the acid.

One of the creatures hovered just beyond Elowen, who had drawn Dymondheart. It threw an acid glob at the elf similar to the one Marrec was attempting to scrub away, but in a feat of amazing swiftness, Elowen deflected the glob away from her and into the void with the flat of her blade. Dymondheart was a potent weapon indeed. Marrec understood why she hadn’t pulled out her longbow to strike the creature at a distance.

Behind Elowen, Ususi stood incanting, while Gunggari beat away the advances of the last ooze creature who was attempting to dart in and claw Ususi’s face. Gunggari clipped the creature once with his dizheri, sending it into a shallow spiral, but it recovered.

Ususi finished incanting and commanded, “Slumber take you.”

The command had no effect on either of the remaining creatures. They didn’t even flinch.

“They’re not really alive, only animate,” yelled the mage.

The creatures tittered but redoubled their efforts. One gurgled, “We will have more claim to life than you, when we’ve completed the task Anammelech set for us.”

Marrec cursed, ceased scrubbing at the acid on his

leg, and cast Justlance. He winged his target, which squealed and dropped away. Moments later, the damage to its wing oozed closed, and it flapped back up, still too afraid of Dymondheart to close with Elowen. Justlance fell out of sight.

Gunggari reached into the haversack and pulled out one of the vials, glinting with red highlights. He hurled it at the creature bedeviling Ususi. The creature evaded, but as the vial flew past, it exploded in flame. The wave front of fire expanded, encompassing the frantically flapping mud creature in an instant, before burning itself out. All that remained of the flame was smoke, and all that remained of the animate ooze was a crumbling form of flash-dried earth, which fell quickly into the unlit silence of the Nadir.

Gunggari said, “I wondered what the ‘Bead of Flame’ might accomplish. Good thing that I did not drink it!” The Oslander grinned at his witticism.

The remaining visible creature, which continued to evade Elowen’s reach, reconsidered its chances. Breaking off, it made a beeline for the glowing exit.

“Don’t let it get away,” yelled Marrec. He wondered what had become of his spear, it wasn’t like the enchanted shaft to take so long to come back “Return, Justlance!” he yelled in frustration.

Elowen drove Dymondheart point first into the root-path with one hand while her other hand simultaneously pulled out her longbow. Problem was, she didn’t have it strung, though she made a valiant effort to quickly pull it

Ususi flipped the latch on the bright yellow wand pouch she wore on her belt, quick-drawing a slender glass rod, also yellow, but translucent.

A sizzle of magic leaped from the wand’s tip, closing the gap between Ususi and the creature in an instant, but the bolt continued past the creature—who had not been its true target—and impacted the portal. A slab of crystal force sprang up, completely blocking the doorway. The

daylight beyond continued to stream through but filtered by the translucent wall to a brilliant gold.

The fleeing creature managed to avoid dashing itself against the newly created wall. It squealed in rage, but instead of turning to face its foes, it winged off into the darkness, snarling threats all the while.

Ususi sheathed her wand in satisfaction. She said, “The Wand of Citrine Force is nearly spent. I like to conserve it … but I did not want that beast warning its master that we were so close.”

Marrec had privately speculated about that wand pouch. He said, “You may have saved us a nasty greeting on the other side. Good thinking.”

Ususi smiled, and Marrec found himself smiling back. She had a good smile, when she chose to flash it.

Justlance sparkled out of emptiness, falling into Marrec’s grasp. “Finally,” he murmured.

“Everyone ok?” wondered Gunggari.

When no one spoke up immediately, Marrec said, “Good. Surprise is hopefully our friend still. Ususi, dismiss your blockade. Fallon can’t be far, and poor Ash with him.”

As Elowen finished stringing her bow, Ususi walked across the oozing surface to the blocked portal. She touched the tip of her wand to it and looked at Marrec. “Ready?” she asked.

Marrec took up a position directly in front of the door. Gunggari was right behind him, and Elowen was off to the side, an arrow strung. He nodded.

Ususi pulled the wand away from the crystal surface. The wall wavered and was gone, as if it had never truly existed. Beyond, Marrec saw the edges of a great forest.

Behind, Elowen said, “It’s the Rawlinswood. Looks like Fallon couldn’t penetrate to its heart in Dun Tharos. We’re lucky.”

Marrec studied the scene carefully. Nothing moved, save branches idly swaying in a breeze. No sound penetrated

the portal’s mouth. A great arch of weathered and vine-encrusted stone was visible at the forest’s edge, standing like a great gate. Further in, he thought he spied another. Marrec estimated that the mouth of the portal was not more than twenty feet from the first arch.

“What’re those?” he asked Elowen.

“‘Those’ are the reason I know where we are; I recognize them. They are called the Arches of Xenosi. Sounds scary, but they’re just another ruin claimed by the Rawlinswood.”

“Fallon’s gone that way,” said Gunggari. “By the look of it, he’s moving quickly.”

He pointed to the ground immediately in front of the portal. The unmistakable prints of small hooves angled toward the first arch.

“He’ll never know what hit him,” promised Marrec. “Let’s go.”

They stepped through the portal mouth directly into the mouth of a savage ambush.

.ashing branches behind the portal, poised out of sight, fell on them as they exited the Nadir. Marrec was knocked over and rolled through the dirt. Pain lanced his side. His vision was filled with violently swaying tree limbs, leafless and gnarled, like a forest seen too close in a thunderstorm. He couldn’t see his friends. The cleric tried to stand, but a large branch smashed him face down onto the ground.

He heard Elowen calling to her blade Dymondheart and the sound of Ususi chanting, closer, behind him, maybe. Another effort saw him to his feet.

Constructions of leafless, interlocking branches, each forming a sinister humanoid shape, surrounded them. Faceless, their empty visages inspired terror all the more. The sound of their combined movement was horrible to

hear: a rush of creaks, the dry saw of wood on wood, and a low roar like wind in the trees. Some were only three feet high, but others topped ten. One of these large ones again menaced Marrec, but he dodged the massive arm as it again tried to smash him flat.

An eruption of flame to his left and behind caused many of the creatures to flinch. He heard Ususi’s voice

“You twigblights don’t like that, do you? Just wait, I have more.”

Amidst the rushing, thrashing branches, he saw the mage.

Ususi stood in a self-created circular clearing littered with burning twigs and branches. The creatures outside the periphery seemed more interested in staying away from Ususi than closing on her. The portal mouth at Ususi’s back, from which he’d exited, was still visible as a dark void in the air. More of the creatures shuffled forward from behind the portal, skirting its edge. They had lain in wait, that was obvious. So much for his theory about their arrival being unmarked.

A knot of activity to his right and closer to the first arch drew his eye—he could see the gleam of Dymondheart as it rose above the branch tops of their attackers. Elowen was there, but where was Gunggari?

Deciding his friend could take care of himself, he rushed toward Ususi. Her magic was impressive, but his experience taught him that impressive magic often came at the price of a fragile body. Apparently, one of the large monsters had the same thought. Just as Marrec was about to reach Ususi’s side, a branch crashed down on the mage’s head. The woman fell like a puppet with severed strings.

“Ususi!” he screamed.

Justlance finally in hand, he drove its spear point into the dark heartwood of the creature, using all the strength granted him by his gloves—it felt as if he could draw more or less strength as he needed. He realized at the same time that the reservoir of might offered by

the Nentyarch’s gift was not without limit. He used up a great quantity of that strength with that thrust. The twigblight, as Ususi had called it, groaned like a live thing, its branches flailing randomly as it was felled. When it struck the ground, it shattered into hundreds of smaller unmoving pieces. Where its heart would have been were it a living creature, a double-handful of stinking mud burst and oozed. Marrec was reminded of the ooze creatures they’d faced within the Nadir. He realized that his strike for the “heart” of the monster had been a lucky strike indeed. He doubted his spear would have the same lethal effect on these creatures if he didn’t pierce the ‘heartwood.’

The still-burning splinters of the creatures Ususi had blasted seemed a deterrent to the other, smaller stick monstrosities. He stood, and Ususi lay, at the center of that safe zone. The dark portal to the Nadir remained open, only a step away, held open by the solidified mass of mud and ooze that made up the island on the opposite side. He considered pulling Ususi back through to get her out of harm’s way. That would mean leaving Gunggari and Elowen to their fate, something Marrec could not bring himself to do.

The creatures were retreating from him and his fallen comrade. They were concentrating their numbers where he guessed Elowen, and he hoped Gunggari, were standing.

The sound of Gunggari’s dizheri blared forth. Marrec grinned. The tattooed warrior was still up and around.

The twigblights surged forward, redoubling their efforts to win into the center of the knot of activity where Dymondheart flailed and the dizheri played. Without the press of monsters battering him, Marrec was better able to see the focus of their attention. Finally, he caught glimpses of Elowen and Gunggari together, fighting back-to-back. They were fighting furiously and would need a respite soon, but he couldn’t leave Ususi alone.

When chance gave him another glimpse of Gunggari through the thrashing limbs, Marrec cupped his hands and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Flee into the arches— you’re too vulnerable out here.”

Gunggari darted his gaze toward Marrec. He nodded. Seconds later Marrec’s line of sight was again obscured, but the concentration of creatures surged forward under the first stone arch of Xenosi. The arches were too narrow for the whole mass of attackers. The twigblights were unable to maintain the ferocity of their assault, and those on the sides were forced to peel away. A great creaking crackled and popped through the air. Marrec wondered if the creatures were concerned that their quarry would escape or frustrated that their plan to ambush and overwhelm had failed.

Not all the creatures followed after Elowen and Gunggari. A handful turned back toward him, one almost as large as the creature he’d earlier vanquished with a thrust of Justlance.

He’d been saving one last spell of healing, holding onto it for a desperate situation. The current situation qualified, he decided. Without Ususi’s aid, he doubted his spear alone would see him through the conflict. That’s when the temptation thrust up from his subconscious, like a bubble of poisonous gas seeping to a swamp surface. He could call on his heritage; he could use his talent. He could end the threat then and there.

“No,” he uttered out loud.

It was too much. He’d sworn to himself….

Thrusting the thought from his mind, he bent and recited the spell of healing on the fallen mage. With Ususi’s magical arsenal at hand, there would be no reason to bring his talent into it, but the temptation, awake once more, settled into the back of his mind, waiting.

Ususi groaned, her eyes fluttering, when the bluish gleam of his healing magic faded from her skin.

“Up and at ‘em,” Marrec cajoled. “We’re about to have

company. Why don’t you show them the hot end of a fire blast?”

Ususi mumbled something, then took Marrec’s proffered hand. He helped her to stand, but her grip was weak and shaking. His healing spell had brought her to consciousness, but he realized the woman was still hurt

Her eyes widened, and she pointed behind.

Marrec whirled in time to see the last ooze man fly from the still-open portal mouth, its flapping wings spattering droplets of muck. When it saw Ususi and Marrec, it crowed in delight then croaked, “Anammelech is coming! Anammelech is coming!”

The twigblights, their courage restored by Ususi’s weakness, pressed them from the other side. They were only twenty or thirty feet away and moving closer with a determined step, if constructs of dead tree branches can be determined.

“Ususi, take them,” Marrec whispered.

He grabbed up his spear once more, and cast it at the screaming muckman. The shaft flew wide, missing the darting, yelling creature by inches.

Ususi steadied herself and began speaking. Her low tones climbed in octave, and with a rush she managed to force several sounds out of her mouth simultaneously. A wave of red flame was born from the path of her waving hand. The semicircle of fire grew in height and width and rushed away from her toward the returning twigblights. The fiery front broke over the creatures like a true wave. Marrec could feel the heat even from where he stood, as five of the creatures caught fire immediately, sending streams of oily smoke into the sky. The crackle and snap of burning twigblight was loud. The remaining three creatures danced away, apparently in full retreat.

“Way to go, Ususi,” he congratulated the mage. She graced him with another of her rare smiles.

The muckman continued its disturbing chant about the imminent arrival of Anammelech. It opened the

distance between itself and Marrec, wary of Justlance’s sudden return to Marrec’s grasp.