Part III
Under spells of protection wrought by Adrienne, the party traveled
as swiftly as Jared's wounds allowed. The world around them had
changed. It seemed that everywhere the demon horde passed, the land
died. The skies were dark and angry, and day and night became of
little difference. The wind carried a foul stench of death and decay.
Strange nightmarish creatures stalked in forests of rotting trees,
whispering, beckoning the party to join them. Only Adrienne's spell
circle kept them at bay. They struggled on, tired, hungry and mentally
exhausted, as each night became a battle of wills, each nightmare
becoming more and more real and alive. Jared's wound refused to
close, and he fell into a dangerous fever, which not only drained
him of strength, but of spirit as well.
"This is no ordinary wound, 'tis a demon blade that did pierce
his armor," cursed Denshur. "Else it would have scabbed
already, and not weep blood and pus each new morn. Only by the will
of the gods is my prince still alive!"
Adrienne pointed towards the mountains they were heading towards.
"We have to get him to Dwarholt fast, or even the will of the
gods cannot keep him from Death's door. I know a healer there who
can save him."
"Trust dwarves? They who closed their gates to us when we
begged for their aid to repulse the demons? What makes you think
they will help us this time?" scoffed Aldar.
Adrienne sighed. "They already have. If they had sent aid,
their armies would have been wiped out as yours had been. By closing
their gates they remain alive to provide refuge for those who need
it. Their armies alone cannot help turn the tide. Only by uniting
all the races and nations could we stand a chance of halting the
horde's rampage. Halt them long enough for us to kill Sarkas. And
if we fail, then all is lost. I'm sorry about Cartholian, but your
city was doomed. It was too late for us to save it."
"Us? Who are these 'us' you mention?" gasped Jared.
"You could have sent aid! We could have routed the demons!
You...you left us to die?" he doubled over in pain as the words
left him.
"No Jared! You must believe me! We had no choice. The Alliance
is...not strong enough yet. They bicker and fight each day! Besides,
your proud human kingdoms spurned our offer to join the Alliance.
Even your father the king. They'd rather not rely on an alliance
of trolls, dwarves and elves. Hell, they didn't even believe there
was a demon army till it was on their doorstep!" Adrienne stood
up and uttered a word of power. A vision appeared above the small
campfire they had lit. The men watched in awe and silence as the
battle of Cartholian replayed itself before their eyes.
In a strange, haunted voice, Adrienne spoke. "The demons
can be killed, yes. But look how their numbers replenish. Every
man that falls and is not devoured joins their ranks. The horde
grows from strength to strength. Sarkas, or Karos Soul-eater, has
complete control over their minds. No army can stand for long, no
matter how powerful or well led, because while their ranks thin,
the enemy's grows stronger. And they will have to kill those who
had been friends and relatives the day before." With another
word, the vision vanished.
"How then, do we fight an army that does not need food or
rest, that doesn't stay dead! How do we fight the faces of our own
loved ones?" uttered Kedrin in despair.
"We fight, or this world we live in will be no more."
Jared said softly. "Lady, I am sorry for my outburst, but you
must understand...my grief." Despite his pain, Jared knelt
before Adrienne. "I pledge my allegiance, and that of what's
left of my country, to the Alliance. And I...will bear testament
to the power of this demon horde. The Council of Man will listen
to me. They have to! I will gather a force of such that has never
been seen, and we will turn this tide of darkness..." he coughed
and spat blood. "If I live..." Adrienne chuckled softly
and said, " Oh you'll live, I'll make damned sure of that!"
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