RuneScape: Return to Canifis (60 page)

“Castimir, use your magic only when you are certain of it,” the priestess shouted. “The Salve is no more than fifteen minutes away. We just need to buy time.”

The wizard’s reply was lost to Kara on the wind. Quickly, swaying unsteadily from her position, she readied an arrow and raised it toward the sun, her eyes narrowed against the light.

I don’t have to hit them. I just need to slow their flight. If I can force them to dodge, it might buy us precious minutes.

She aimed at the nearest and breathed out, ignoring the cold that numbed her fingers.

Then she released the bowstring.

The arrow flew upward but missed by at least ten yards, caught in the violent wind. Two more arrows arced overhead, and then a third and a fourth, all going wide. Kara turned behind as she notched a second to her bow. Now Despaard and Harold were reaching for their quivers.

Castimir cried out a warning as once of the Vyrewatch dived.

She raised her weapon and fired instinctively, again missing widely. The five creatures split, three down the port side and two to the starboard, leaving those on top without a target.

She heard Theodore curse loudly as she drew and readied a third arrow.

There is nothing I can do from up here, save wait.

And in battle, that is the hardest thing of all.

Jack screamed from her right. Something silver flashed by Pia’s face and when she opened her eyes she saw fresh blood on Albertus’s face. The old man remained still, and she wondered if he was even still alive.

“What is happening, Pia?” The blind spirit woman asked from her side.

“It’s the Vyrewatch!” someone screamed. “They are upon us! There is no hope!”

Pia turned and looked behind her. Below, hanging from the
balloon was Master Peregrim, standing alone upon the small wicker basket with his burner. The gnome gave a pull on his metal contraption and a blast of yellow flame roared upwards, the heat warming her.

But on the opposite side of the balloon, amongst the netting that hung beneath the balloon’s base, the people there fought desperately. Pia saw two of the Vyrewatch biting and scratching amongst them, their commotion jostling the netting violently.

Her stomach froze as a horrid sound reached her.

It was the sound of tearing fabrics.

No. Oh by the gods no!

The net gave way on the opposite side. She watched, unable to scream, as a dozen or so individuals fell with the netting, which grappled itself about the two vampires and dragged them down with their victims. As they fell, their cries were lost in the wind.

Doric cursed from his position nearby.

Pia wanted to be sick.

Suddenly the balloon tilted, and Pia added her screams to the many others. Peregrim was shouting over their cries.

“Gleeman!” he cried. “Get up top. Tell Kara to release some of the gas. We are too light now. If we go much higher the balloon won’t survive. Go, man, go!”

She saw King Roald’s jester untie himself and climb toward the rope ladder above her. He vanished around the curvature of the balloon.

A silver flash followed him.

“Gleeman!” she shouted as loud as she could. “Behind you!”

Kara kept the bow taut as she looked around her fearfully. Behind her, she knew, her friends stood back to back, ensuring that none of their attackers could surprise them.

Before her, she watched as Karnac crawled toward the platform. His hands and legs sunk into the balloon’s surface as he made his way along the rope ladder. Behind him, Kara saw Gleeman’s head appear around the edge of the balloon.

And he wasn’t alone.

“Castimir!” She shouted as she saw the Vyrewatch fly toward the jester’s unprotected back. She knew she couldn’t dare risk a shot with her bow, and she doubted that Castimir’s magic could be so precise either.

The wizard aimed but she saw him hesitate.

The Vyrewatch seized Gleeman from behind and pushed him down, out of her sight.

No chance. He had no chance at all.

Suddenly she thought of Gar’rth and a hatred flared in her. She cursed loudly into the wind. “Is this what your word is worth?”

Pia saw Gideon fall from above. The jester grabbed at the rope ladder as he fell, his outstretched arm entangling itself in the lines.

But still he wasn’t free of his attacker.

“Doric, Gideon needs you,” she shouted to the dwarf, her head turned to his position. “Use your arrows.”

From above there came a strangled scream and when Pia looked back up she saw the creature glide away, its wing broken, flames engulfing its body. Down it went, spiralling into the swamps below where it disappeared from sight. She saw Gideon grimace and raise his hand to her, and she noted the wound on his face and shoulder where he had been bitten or scratched.

Nonetheless, he was alive.

Castimir has taken a dreadful risk. He was told not to use fire magic.

But she was thankful for it nonetheless.

Pia turned back to the view below. The swamp seemed closer
now, contradicting Master Peregrim’s concern about the balloon being too light.

As if reading her mind the gnome looked up from his burner.

“Tell Kara not to release any more,” he cried. “We are sinking too quickly.”

The gnome looked up into the balloon, and Pia followed his gaze.

“By the gods!” Master Peregrim shouted.

Pia saw the cause of his fear. Inside the very balloon itself was one of the Vyrewatch. It tore at the fabrics with a lazy contempt, and if such a thing was capable of smiling, Pia was certain it was doing so, mocking their helplessness. Already several tears had been made in the balloon’s surface.

“Gideon, tell Castimir to get rid of that thing!”

There was real panic in the gnome’s voice now.

And as the jester turned back to climb once more to the top, Pia heard the burner ignite and felt the now familiar warm wave of heat pass by.

Yet still, when she looked down again, the ground was nearer than before.

A shadow appeared in front of Kara. Karnac cried out from his vulnerable position on the rope ladder. Instinctively she released the bowstring and fired her arrow into the body of the Vyrewatch.

Her aim must have been off, for the arrow spun aside, deflected on the creature’s armour.

“Castimir,” she called.

She saw Karnac thrust his dagger toward the creature’s leg, but if he hit it, the Vyrewatch seemed unaware.

An arrow flew by, finding its mark in the creature’s wing.

The fanged face looked up for the first time, taking its red eyes off Karnac.

WHOOSH.

Kara felt a compact ball of air sail past her left shoulder. It smashed into the creature’s face, shattering the horrific visage of their enemy. She heard bone crack as the Vyrewatch tumbled backward, over the edge of the balloon and into empty space.

“That was very satisfying,” Castimir said. The wizard breathed deeply, and Kara wondered if he could be so accurate again.

“How many more are there?” she asked as she pulled another arrow from her quiver.

A motion caught her attention behind Karnac. She raised her bow but then gave a gasp of surprise as Gideon clambered up the rope ladder and into view, injured and exhausted.

“There is one of them in the balloon itself,” he wheezed. “It’s tearing everything up. We have lost a lot of altitude as the hot air has leaked out. I think it may have torn one of the hydrogen envelopes as well.”

“How many of the Vyrewatch are left, Gideon?” Theodore called.

“Two fell, trapped in the nets they tore free, weighted down by their victims. The one that attacked me...” Gideon wheezed and shook his head. “That one fled. And then there was this one that just missed me when it fell. Four have been accounted for.”

“Then it’s just the one in the balloon,” Arisha said. “Castimir, if we open the flap do you think you will be able to dislodge it?” The priestess drew her knife and cut the bindings that secured the flap.

The wizard shook his head. “I don’t know. I will try, though.”

Kara saw how low the balloon had sunk. She could hear the howls of the werewolves behind them, and noted with alarm how the tops of tall trees couldn’t be much lower than Master Peregrim’s burner.

If he gets tangled in a tree then it will act as an anchor. We will crash badly.

“How far is the Salve?” Karnac cried.

“It can’t be more than a mile now,” Theodore replied, looking west.

Kara did likewise. Through the tops of the bushes beyond she could make out the river. Theodore was right. It was not far at all.

But the howls of the werewolves were unrelenting.

“Castimir, look,” Arisha commanded. She had opened the flap that was intended for use in bringing the balloon in to land by releasing warm air. Kara felt the heat rise and saw Castimir move aside and out of its path.

“I see it,” the wizard said. Below, the sound of the burner firing almost constantly was carried up to them. No doubt Master Peregrim was growing desperate.

“Just another mile,” Kara gritted to herself. “Come on Hope Soars!”

Castimir took his time. Kara saw him concentrate and watched as a ball of dense water flew from his hand into the interior of the balloon, where it was lost from her sight.

“Did you get it?” Harold asked.

“I got it,” Castimir said. Kara pushed her way to his side and stared down through the opening. She saw the Vyrewatch twist in the air as it fell, batting its wings violently. She saw Master Peregrim staring back up from his burner, his face a mask of fear as the vampire dived toward him. She watched in slow motion the gnome fire the burner and felt the wave of heat blast up toward them and saw how the flames engulfed the descending vampire.

“Gods!” Castimir said in horror.

She blinked and looked again. The vampire was a flame now. It soared up toward them.

Hydrogen.

No flames.

Highly flammable.

“Move!” Kara cried as she threw herself backward, cutting her safety line and leaping for the rope ladder.

Something screamed behind her as she saw her friends get clear. The balloon seemed to jerk suddenly as a strangely muted roar bellowed up from inside the canvas, followed instantly by the yellow glow of flames.

Kara fell as the balloon began to collapse on itself.

Then she hit the black waters of the swamp.

Oh gods!

Everyone was screaming. Castimir yelled as a stinging pain scalded his left hand as he fell backward over the balloon’s edge.

I’m going to fall!

But he already was. The safety line was slack at his belt. He flailed out to grab at anything he could, yet there was nothing within reach. The world turned end over end—the sky, the burning balloon, and dark waters rushing up, the howls of werewolves—

Then he struck the swamp. His satchel wrenched itself around his throat as he sank into black waters.

He surfaced with a cry as someone grabbed him and dragged him away from the ruins of the balloon. He kicked with his feet, trying anything to keep his head above the surface as he took in as much air as he could.

And then he saw what had become of Hope Soars.

It was impaled upon a dead black tree, the balloon rising and sinking into the very waters in which he had fallen, still collapsing slowly. He blinked away the moisture and sought the detail. He saw Doric shout a curse as the dwarf hacked his way free of the
netting. He was one of the few left aboard, for in the waters near him splashed a dozen other survivors.

The bottom half of the burner lay beneath the surface, but the balloon’s master clung grimly to the portion that jutted into the air.

“We’re not clear yet!” Castimir was relieved to hear Kara’s voice. “The wolves of Canifis are coming. Come on, the Salve is probably no more than half a mile away.”

“And what of the Vyrewatch?” he asked as he neared the shore and his feet found the bottom of the swamp. He still had his satchel, and the runes that lay within.

At least I will be able to use fire magic now.

“I don’t think there are any of the creatures left,” Kara said. “But where are Pia and Jack?”

They might be dead, Kara.

Castimir waded out of the swamp and onto dry land. People were calling out in the morning light, though now that they were on the ground again, the green vapour stole the sunlight, reminding the wizard of a murky twilight. The voices mixed with the sounds of their pursuers.

The howls were closer now, and Castimir wondered whether they could make it to the Salve in time. He saw others that shared his worry. Quickly yet carefully he began to sort his runes.

“Come on,” Karnac urged his people. “Get up and out of the water. Take the person nearest to you and do not leave them. We can still get out alive. Now,
come on
!”

When the wizard looked up again, he saw that the survivors of Hope Rock had gathered into a group, now fewer than twenty. He recognised the pregnant woman, breathless and weeping, and the spirit woman, too. Pia and Jack were there, as well, the girl’s face a fearful white as she watched Albertus. He bore a wound across his face, though it no longer bled.