Guild Wars_ Ghosts of Ascalon - Matt Forbeck [6]
Clagg rummaged around in a pack he wore strapped diagonally over one shoulder and across his chest, producing a clear vial filled with a viscous blue liquid. He dribbled the contents of the vial into Killeen’s pale mouth, past lips that had gone dry as autumn leaves.
Clagg stood back up and recorked the vial. “That should be sufficient to prevent her expiration,” he said, “at least in the short term.” He bent over the sylvari and said loudly, “This will be coming out of your share.” Clagg smacked the norn on her kneecap and added, “Strap her body to the back of my golem.”
Gyda scooped up Killeen as if the sylvari were a limp doll.
“If we take her straight back up to Divinity’s Reach, she should be fine,” Dougal said.
“All too true,” Clagg said, “but we’ve not made it this far to turn back now.”
“Forget it,” Dougal said. “We’re down a member. This expedition is over.” He reached to take Killeen from Gyda. The norn was a statue and wouldn’t let go. Brushing Dougal aside, Gyda moved around the back of the golem and began to laboriously craft a suitable lashing from rope and the back of the harness.
Dougal glared at Gyda but spoke to Clagg. “We get back to the city and we get her taken care of. Then we come back later, when we’re all healthy.”
“We don’t have time for that,” Clagg said as he scrambled back up into the armored seat hanging from his golem’s chest.
“This is a boneyard,” said Dougal, exasperated, turning to glare at the asura. “They’re all dead. I’m sure any other spiders will wait. What’s the rush?”
Clagg, now looking down at Dougal, raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue. “If I figured out who is buried here, then others may have as well. Knowledge propagates. We press on. The Golem’s Eye awaits.”
Dougal had seen the greed that danced in Clagg’s eyes before in others. It was a herald for disaster. Greed made people careless, and in tombs like this, being careless made you dead.
“That’s insane. I’m heading back to the Skull Gate and Divinity’s Reach. I know the way. I’ll take Killeen with me.” He moved toward the back of the golem, but Gyda’s immense form loomed up before him.
Clagg cleared his throat. “I’m afraid we can’t let you abandon us quite yet,” the asura said. “Your presence raises our chances of success, even if only by a few percent. That’s why I hired you in the first place. You stay with us.”
Dougal snarled, more at himself than Clagg. “I don’t have a sword.”
Clagg gave Dougal a cold smile. “I didn’t hire you for your sword. I hired you for your mind, such as it is.”
Gyda let out a cruel chuckle.
Dougal looked at the other two tomb robbers. Without a blade, it wouldn’t be a fair fight against either one, and even properly armed it would be a chancy encounter. Heading back alone would mean that Killeen would be left with them, and she would perish when their stupidity brought about their own demise.
For a long moment Dougal glared at them, then turned, picked up his guttering torch, and pressed deeper into the crypts beneath the city. Gyda marched along behind him, kicking up bone fragments that bounced off Dougal’s heels. Clagg guided Breaker after them from the rear, the golem showing no sign of noticing the unconscious Killeen’s weight on its back. At each intersection, Clagg would check his glowing map and choose the most inconvenient route.
Dougal spotted several more traps as they grew closer to the tomb, and he made quick work of them, rendering them useless. Similarly, the few locks he encountered were easily sprung by the fistful of steel tools he kept in a moleskin pouch. They moved forward in silence now, except for the regular orders from Clagg and Killeen’s occasional moan. And through it Dougal thought about the asura whose tomb they were going to rob.
Blimm.
When Clagg first hired him, Dougal rooted through ancient texts and tomes in the city’s archives but learned damned little about Blimm. He had to hope it would be enough. Blimm, a genius even by asuran standards, had lived a couple centuries back. He served his apprenticeship as a golemancer, a maker