Dark Wings Fly Highest - 4Part 2: Sky
Jinx had envisioned lots of things when thinking of the Ruborian capital, informed as she was by her Ruborians and the tales Seffec and Masud had told her during the time they’d been encamped in the Netherworld at the time of Sayron’s conquest. The jewel in the delta, a city of white towers with tops glistening in gold and sapphire… Seffec had originally hailed from Napata, but he had visited the capital, and Masud had grown up here. Not around the white towers, however. Jinx had heard of a gradual sloping down of the city, both in height and glory. She’d been told the royal palace was built on one of the large islands in the delta, which branched into a complex system of canals here, and was connected to the rest of the city by means of seven elegant bridges. Beyond that lay the grand dwellings of the nobility, the middle class, and finally a tangle of markets, business districts and slums.
Jinx looked out over what she could see of Ke
Dark Wings Fly Highest - 5Time didn’t seem to pass at all in the endless, crazily warped black desert, but Gnarl told her she’d spent a week in flight above Ruboria thus far. The tormented landscape now flattened into cracked plateaus and gorges, and around the blue-glowing noon the horizon suddenly held a new spectacle.
A huge city, comparable to Kerma, a sprawling mass of broken and collapsed towers, domes and a mosaic of flat rooftops around the luminous Kemetis. A web of glowing cracks outstretched into the desert from its heart, and the land rose and fell around it in a series of irregular plateaus, like jagged shards.
“This would be Napata, Mistress.”
“Napata…” Seffec’s birthplace.
“The city of the Serpent and the Worm, if I remember well.” Zephyros’ wings carried her and Drip closer steadily, and Jinx recognized the remnants of the city’s layout; Napata rose up towards the heart in a stepped manner, like a great pyramid. The h
Dark Wings Fly Highest - 3“…Mistress?”
The world came back to her in grey waves. Her breathing set in, halting at first and then more steadily, but the pain was still there – only now it had been diluted across her whole body. A strange howling resounded in her ears, but she didn’t know if it came from the world outside of her or not.
A blue Minion’s face hung between her and the clouded sky. Two more knelt at her side, and Jinx recognized Soaker, Drip and Trickle. Kniff was on her other side, and his ears flew up as she met his gaze. His claws tightened around her hand. She smiled briefly. “Hi.”
“Mistress,” Gnarl creaked into her ear. “Please never do that again. This would never have happened to Lord Sayron,” he grumbled.
Jinx was about to get up, but decided not to after a very painful moment of trying. “What happened?”
Drip looked up, his hands still full of blue sparks. Only then did Jinx realize her healing was still ongoi
Overlord: The EndRose stepped out of the pool of water, miraculously dry, and looked at the diminutive goblin that greeted her with a stiff bow.
“Greetings Mistress, I trust you remember me?”
Rose glared at him and looked around at the Great Hall. It was much as she remembered it. The six stone warriors still lined the sides and at its head rested the great throne, flanked by the snarling visages of stone hell-hounds and chimeras. Behind the throne stood four stone demons, their faces warped in fury as they pulled against their stony prisons.
It was upon the throne however that Rose's eyes finally rested. Or more specifically upon the man that sat there in glistening durium armor as a pair of glowing silvery eyes looked out at her.
“Yes Gnarl,” she said finally. “I remember you.”
“I am glad to hear that your memory still serves you well Mistress.” the Overlord's majordomo said cheerily as he turned and walked down the length of the red carpet that led to
Shadow's Embrace - Chapter 15 P2So she hadn’t made a mistake. She’d arranged provisions, and saved elves.
Talmar didn’t know whether or not to be glad. What kind of game was she playing?
It was time to talk to her.
He slowed and let the group pass by until he got to Jinx and the Minions. She’d been busy with the youngest blue and his huge golden weapon, but immediately looked up as he reached her. It wasn’t lost on Talmar how the Minions’ attention shifted as well, mainly that of the brown horde leader; he certainly wouldn’t have forgotten how he’d threatened his Mistress immediately after her revelation.
“Jinx,” he nodded stiffly.
“Talmar. I heard you were looking for me last night.” He wanted to believe there was a softer look in her eyes, but he’d never gotten very good at reading Minion expressions. “Did you want to talk to me?” The blue grunted briefly, and Talmar looked down. The Minion stared back, with an even mor
Shadow's Embrace - Chapter 15 P3It took a while for the horde to regroup, Scythe to be revived and his crushed back to be healed, and Arandor’s dislocated shoulder to be mended, but eventually everyone was intact and together again. All of them were covered in a thick patina of slime and dark grime. Estell stepped ahead over the little field where they’d ended up, his cloak a mass of green splotches and his hair kitted together with slime. The land sloped downwards and then abruptly fell away, and in the valley before them lay a large, glistening mountain lake, fringed with pebbly beaches and green fields. He was looking forward to cleaning himself in it…
The sound of wild swearing and the sizzle of fireballs resounded behind him. He looked back.
There were robust dwarven statues flanking the mine entrance, a far cry from the gilded obsidian glory of Stodir. These statues had been hewn from crumbled grey rock, covered in lichen, and half hidden from view by barricades and warning signs – signs
Shadow's Embrace - Chapter 15 P1Chapter 15 – Out and About
A certain volcanic city by the sea, at the heart of the Golden Mountain Range.
Two days had passed since the siege, and Stodir had recovered. All the damage the new Overlord’s young horde had managed to inflict had been repaired, and there didn’t seem to be much evidence he’d even passed through at all… save for the ruined harvest on the fields, the missing beer baths, the stolen weapons and armour and bits of machinery, and the fact the king’s black jewel had gone missing from his treasury.
The new Overlord hadn’t defeated them by far, but the dwarves had grotesquely underestimated him.
After all the commotion of the past two days the clan leaders had finally gathered in the fortress’ council chamber again, and they were all rather nervous. Suddenly everyone recalled the fate of Borvar Ucat Zuden, Ruboria’s former Ruling Hammer, after he’d let Estell Greenhaze escape.
The king was no longer a