Pool of Radiance_ Ruins of Myth Drannor - Carrie Bebris [78]
Corran leaned on his sword, frowning. “How many are there?”
“Hard to say-I could see only shadows. A dozen, perhaps more. I suspect at least some of them are sorcerers, as the captain was one.”
All eyes turned to the paladin, including Kestrel’s. She’d never been involved in an out-and-out battle against an organized military force. For once, she was happy to let Corran take command. Was this the confidence Ghleanna had described?
Corran rubbed his temples, then mumbled a brief prayer to Tyr. “Okay, here’s what we do.”
* * * * *
The cult forces were still organizing when Kestrel and her party burst into the room. The element of surprise won them a momentary advantage-long enough for Ghleanna to launch a fireball at the living warriors and Jarial to use the Staff of Sunlight to weaken the enthralled drow assembled in the chamber. The combined effect created a burst of light so bright that even the surface-dwellers blinked.
The enslaved Kilsek staggered under the visual assault, cringing and covering their eyes. Kestrel picked off two of the weakened dark elves without even a struggle, slipping behind them in the bright light of day and sinking a dagger between their shoulder blades. Faeril sent two more to their final rest in the shock of the initial onslaught, her new blade glowing with holy fire.
At the sight of flames dancing around the steel, Kestrel glanced at the cleric in surprise. “I didn’t know that was a magical weapon.”
Faeril regarded the sword in awe. “Neither did I.” She celebrated the discovery by plunging the blade into another dark elf.
Ghleanna had been assigned the task of subduing the commander, at whom she immediately launched a second spell. They’d all hoped the lieutenant would prove the only sorcerer among the cultists-the party had entered combat under the shield of protective spells, but their magical defenses couldn’t hold out forever. Soon, Kestrel saw a sorcerous battle unfold out of the corner of her eye, with Ghleanna and the lieutenant launching magical volleys at each other.
Corran, once again cloaked by invisibility, was to help the half-elf slay the commander, applying steel to supplement spells. Kestrel saw no sign yet of the paladin, but her attention was focused on another drow opponent. The soulless dark elf moved his hands in the gesture-language of Razherrt and his followers. At the last second, she realized he was casting a spell. She dropped to the floor and rolled, trying to dodge his aim, but to no avail. A fan of flames burst from his hands, searing her side.
She yelped in pain but got to her feet, more determined than ever to save Nathlilik the trouble of releasing this particular Kilsek into true death. She hurled Loren’s Blade at him, catching him in the throat. Beside her, Faeril’s flame blade dispatched the last enthralled drow.
Meanwhile, six cult fighters charged Durwyn. Jarial appeared to launch a spell at them, but Kestrel saw no visible effect. She soon realized, however, that the fighters moved more slowly than they had before. Faeril rushed to fight beside Durwyn, while Kestrel maintained her position and sent Loren’s Blade flying once more.
As Ghleanna unleashed a series of fire bursts, a cry of “Death to Tyr’s enemies!” revealed Corran’s whereabouts. Pathfinder penetrated the cult commander’s defenses, striking a blow at the evil sorcerer’s back. The combination of Ghleanna’s spells and Corran’s sword proved the mage’s undoing, and before long he lay on the floor with the dead drow.
Ghleanna, however, suffered serious burns on her arms and face from one of the cultist’s enchantments. Faeril, having just dispatched her opponent with a fatal strike to the chest, disengaged from combat to attend the half-elf. Durwyn had defeated two foes, leaving just three cult fighters blocking the entrance to the baelnorn’s cell.
Kestrel noted the situation with cautious optimism. They could handle the remaining cultists-Corran and Jarial had already weakened two of them. Victory was all but assured.