THE MOSIAC

the MOSIAC
EPISODE 3

The victory had not been without cost.

Whisper stood wearily bleeding from dozens of different wounds, his chest heaved as he panted heavily, leaning on his bladed staff amidst the piles of bones and still twitching limbs from the scores of undead that had attacked them. Beside him, Gahnt had faired little better, suffering numerous wounds as he burned through most of his magics in the first few waves of undead attacks.

Only Nynko seemed relatively unharmed, his ancient armor and shield protecting him from the bulk of the attacks against his person. Still, the battle had not been easy and he was completely exhausted and drained within his metal shell.

Suddenly, a bright light flooded into the cellar as the door to the upstairs was kicked open violently and a tall, powerful man in wooden armor came walking slowly down the stairs followed by a group of reprehensible looking indivduals.

"Balls!" cursed Gahnt as a broad shouldered woman with a massive sword strapped to her back came into view.

"Sheesh..." said the man in the wooden armor as he removed his hood, "what is it with you two?"

Nynko and Gahnt heard Whisper gasp upon seeing the man's face.

"Long time no see..." said the man smiling at the huge druid. "I heard you had come back." The staff at the man's side started to throb with an errie green glow.

Whisper said nothing but started growling, the fur on his back standing up with movement beneath as things shifted about.

Nynko jumped between Whisper and the mercanaries holding a dark blue potion that danced with stars.

"Not this time... not on these terms." he said, quaffing the strange liquid in a single gulp.

Without warning, thousands upon thousands of screaming, flying serpents drawn from the deepest depths of a madman's imagination erupted from Nynko's mouth and hurled themselves at the group on the stairs. The mercanaries scattered, screamed, dived and threw each other in the way to escape. At the same time, Gahnt made a series of fast arcane gestures as Whisper started to lunge forward.

There was a loud POP, a flash, and all the serpents and the three friends vanished.

The man in the wooden armor extricated himself from the pile of squirming mercanaries and growled in rage.

"Dammit! It was an illusion! Those bastards probably teleported halfway across the continent!"

"Or right up the stairs..." came Gahnt's voice from up above as he tossed a particularly nasty and massive fireball down the stairwell before shutting the door...