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Chapter 759: The Trap
🕑 Added 2024-01-11 20:39:37 +0000 UTCIn a southern mountain range within the Irtyshenan Empire, a cold wind whistled across the towering peaks. Strong, intermittently gale force winds blew across the mountains from the north, bringing their endless chill from the world's ice cap, driving most of the mountains’ residents into hiding.
Bears escaped the bitter cold, hibernating deep in their dens.
Birds clutched tree branches. Rabbits, foxes and ermine retreated to snow covered burrows, huddling together against the howling wind.
Only creatures that were truly one with the frozen world: ice trolls, frost drakes, and frost giants, were out and about, roaming the land. Most warm-blooded mortals had fled to their mountain villages, securing the shutters of their homes and barring their doors.
Most, warm-blooded mortals, that is.
On a mountain, a group of mortals intently watched a cave.
The members of the hidden church—left behind to keep watch for the Fool of Thameland—remained in place, clad in white, blending with the snow. At another time, members of the Guild of the Red Mouse were who waited in these mountains; but, the thieves were either long dead, or had fled thanks to the holy warriors of Uldar.
The Uldarites were the only ones left to observe—through narrow holes carved in the roof of a cavern—the Fool of Thameland, moving about in the ancient ruins below them.
A scout had been quickly dispatched to report his presence to their leaders, unaware that those same leaders were already informed and on the way.
The Uldarite guards awaited them eagerly, confident that the Fool of Thameland was oblivious to their eyes watching him.
But, the General of Thameland’s every movement was made with them in mind. He made a great show of picking up treasures surrounding the mummified priest, having his summoned monsters and Wizards Hands collect the jewels, gold and more, and setting them on the floor of the ancient cathedral. He then spent time meticulously cataloguing every artefact—seemingly appraising them—before having small earth elementals take the items to the portal nearby.
The portal to Kelda of Clan McCallum’s sanctum was large—broad enough for an entire wagon to fit through—and bright enough to be seen from a distance.
It was there as an escape route for the wizard should he be attacked.
A benign looking opening, should he be attacked.
Alex had made sure to situate it so hiding spies wouldn’t miss it.
Now, he’d made himself look busy, painstakingly cataloguing, yet, looking around from time to time.
“Let’s see, this looks like it’s at least a few centuries old…judging by the layer of dust on it…unknown culture…writing unknown…pre-Imperial, maybe,” he said, using the Mark of the General to put as much sincerity in his voice as he could. “This’ll be real useful for the alchemical machines in the sanctum.”
He talked out loud, but not so loud to appear suspicious.
‘Come on…’ he thought, looking at his staff leaning against a pile of stone fragments. ‘I'm here, you've been hunting for me for months, and now I'm right in front of you. Get over here!’
He took a long look around the priest’s tomb. ‘It'll look suspicious if I keep sticking around here long after I’m done raiding this tomb. They’d better hurry up and get here, come on! What's taking you so—’
Suddenly, the winds changed.
The gale blowing past the crevice that served as the cave’s mouth, shifted, blowing into the cave.
Alex could feel it rustling his cloak.
He kept his facial expression neutral, fighting down a smile.
That was the signal.
Before entering the cave through the portal, Alex had summoned a small air elemental and released it from the sanctum through a tiny portal leading to the outside. The entity had been camouflaged by the high wind, blending in with whirling snow while serving as a sentry.
He’d instructed it to send a gust of wind through the cave if anyone appeared among the church’s spies. The sudden sharp breeze could mean only one thing.
‘They're here,’ he thought. ‘This is it.’
Months of hunting for Kelda’s sanctum.
Months of being stalked by the hidden church and the fae, would all end today.
The major wounds they’d suffered…would be avenged today.
Carey’s death.
The time had come for the secret church to know what it felt like to have the tables turned on them.
He was the bait, and the bait was ready to spring the trap. The ambush would only work with the element of surprise on his side. Only if they didn’t realise they were being lured until it was far too late. Now, he just had to increase his acting.
Alex continued his task, gathering the precious treasures in the priest’s tomb.
His eyes darted around the ruins as though he were tense, alert for signs of attack. All the while, he made sure he was near the portal.
Near enough so they wouldn't miss it.
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“So that's how he's been getting in and out!” The Stalker hissed through the wind, peering down through a hole in the cavern’s icy ceiling. “Clever little quarry! I bet he can open doors to that sanctum he’s been hiding in wherever he wants to!”
“I see,” Gabrian said, watching Alex from another hole. Around him, the secret church’s forces were ready. It was all he could do to keep from ordering an all out attack right away. “We must stop him from fleeing through that portal.”
“I should be able to close it with an interdiction,” Izas said. “But…things could be difficult.”
“What is it?” Gabrian asked.
“If our strike fails and he has time to flee through the portal, then we will be forced to pursue him,” Izas said.
“That's right,” the Stalker agreed. “If we let him get back to that sanctum, I don't know when we’ll get another chance to get our hands on him. We must end him now.”
“Yes, we would have to enter the portal after him and make sure his safe haven is safe no more,” the First Apostle said.
“The trouble is, he might close the portal,” Izas said. “Unless…”
“You have a thought?” the First Apostle asked.
The Third Apostle looked to their fae companion. “You said that you can't track him when he's inside the sanctum, is that correct?”
“That's right.” The Stalker snarled. “I can't pin him down. It's like that sanctum is in more than one place at once—all at the same time—and then nowhere at all.”
“And it is not a part of the Empire?” the Third Apostle asked.
“No,” the Stalker said. “It's somewhere different…sort of. It’s hard to explain.”
“No doubt some trick of the Traveller’s power,” the First Apostle said. “Please, continue with your thoughts, Izas.”
“It is simple,” the Third Apostle said. “We have been limited by the fact that we cannot manage a pitched battle here within these foreign lands while using an interdiction. Not without attracting the attention of this realm’s deities. But the sanctum seems impossible to find, and not truly in this realm…”
“Does that mean we will have more time to strike him down?” the First Apostle asked. “If so, brilliant.”
“Yes,” the Third Apostle said. “So here is my plan: we attempt to encircle the Fool in consecrated soil, and you try to strike him down before he realises we are here…Though, unfortunately, he has grown more cautious. He will likely flee before we can get our hands on him. To counter that, I will use an interdiction to keep his portal open. Our forces will enter, pursue him into the sanctum, then we call the blessed soil through the portal and seal the opening behind us with another interdiction.”
“And then?” the Stalker asked eagerly.
“We spread the soil throughout the sanctum, and use the holy command to seal him in with us. Then we can take as much time as we need—without outside interference—to finish him.”
“A good plan, but how do we get out of there and away afterwards?” the Stalker asked.
“I have already prepared the miracle of recall,” Izas said smoothly. “With the strength of my soul, and Uldar’s power, it could bring us home even across planar boundaries. We follow the Fool, kill him and any minions with him, then use the miracle of recall to return to Uldar’s Rise and step through its doorway victorious.”
“Wonderful,” Gabrian said, sounding delighted. He was suddenly struck by a thought. “Ah, something occurs to me. Perhaps the Fool means to trap us. He could lure us through that portal, seal the door behind us and flee through another portal, leaving us at the mercy of starvation and thirst. But, with your plan, Izas, even if we were not able to destroy him—which we of course will—we could still return to our home.”
“What was it you two said earlier?” the Stalker chuckled. “A bad trap is one your target recognizes before stepping in? If he’s laying a trap, then it's a bad one!”
“Yes…” Izas said slowly. “Perhaps it is…Alright then, it appears we are ready to move on your command, holy leader.”
“Take us down there,” the First Apostle said to the Stalker. “Let us be done with this trial.”
The Stalker giggled. “You ran long and well, little rabbit. But in the end, your head is going to be on my wall anyway.”
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‘Here they come…’ Alex thought.
The small air elemental was blowing more wind through the crevice. He could hear the sound of something sounding like grit or grains grinding through the air. The enemy was on their way.
‘Steady now,’ the young wizard thought, pretending to appraise the priest’s artefacts. ‘Don't relax and start looking like you've suddenly gone brainless. If you don't keep acting like you're being cautious, they'll think something fishy’s going on.’
“Alright, this gem looks like…” Alex suddenly paused, falling silent. He made a great show of looking around the cathedral, acting like he’d heard something. Holding up one hand, the elementals and Wizard’s Hands went still.
Cocking his ear, listening to his surroundings, Alex held his breath.
His eyes narrowed.
He slowly tip-toed across the cathedral floor and picked up his staff—its top third was still wrapped in cloth. How he’d placed it against the pieces of broken stone made it difficult to see from the cathedral's ceiling.
Hopefully, his hunters hadn't noticed that it was longer than it used to be.
The young wizard walked to the centre of the ruined chamber, holding his staff cautiously.
The deciding moment was here.
He had to stay long enough to give them a chance to begin their ambush. But, he also had to make sure he wasn't chopped in half by the First Apostle while he was waiting. There was no room for mistakes.
It would be a treacherous balance to walk.
Alex called on the Mark of the General, letting it guide his movements, focusing on stealth and looking cautious. He turned in the centre of the room.
The sound of shifting grains of soil were clearer and closer now, he knew it was preparing to encircle him. His eyes fell on a hole in the wall from which the First Apostle had attacked them weeks earlier.
Would the first strike come from there again?
Or would it—
There came a flutter of movement behind him, so quiet he barely caught it.
He teleported to the side as a small hand reached out, grasping the air where he once stood.
Alex whirled, finding the Guide grinning at him.
“You shouldn't be watching me,” the fae said.
Another movement behind.
He teleported just in time, avoiding the First Apostle’s strike; his blade sliced through air where he’d been a heartbeat before.
The Third Apostle’s voice rose, chanting. “In the name of Uldar—”
Arrows filled the middle of the cathedral floor, flying from all directions.
“Protect me!” Alex shouted to the elementals near him.
They surged at his enemies while the First Apostle and the Guide blurred toward him. The holy man came from his left, and the fae from his right; the little brute moved even faster than the ancient Chosen of Uldar did.
Cursing loudly, the General of Thameland teleported through the portal, raising his hand to close it. The Guide waved his own hand, sending soil—like a swarm of angry bees—racing after him from all directions.
It surrounded the portal.
“In Uldar’s name! This doorway shall not close!” the Third Apostle shouted.
There was an impact with no sound.
The portal to the sanctum gaped wide.
Alex’s face twisted, looking convincingly terrified.
The Guide grinned, rushing for the portal, “Got you!”
Alex fought a snarl of satisfaction that threatened to spread across his face. ‘Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.’
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Author's Note
Hello forty cool fools, almighty chosen, wise sages, and mighty champions! Thank you for your support!
YOOOOO we got to the 300s on amazon yesterday with Rune Seeker 2! Thanks everyone!
Anyway, so man. I loved writing the build up here, luring the church in. It kinda feels nice after they messed up the good guys awhile back.
And a trap is bad if your recognize it...but it don't matter if it gets ya anyway.
Oh btw, I actually got Hyrule Warriors Definitive Edition over Christmas and it's been very fun but MAN is it a lot more complex than Age of Calamity. You have to think a lot more and it's a fair bit harder.
I thoroughly enjoy it tho.
...and yes, I will get to Baldur's Gate.
It will be after I wrap up Fool because...you know. If I started playing it my streak of never missing an update would be in jeopardy lmao.
Alrighty cya tomorrow! Hope things are going great for y'all! :)
Comments
Joshua Little
Thanks for the chapter.
Nathan moi
Can't wait to see their reaction when Alex use offensive spell. Or better, just imagine Alex slaping one of them and seeing them get confused at the lack of backlash from the mark and the slow realisation that is isn't restrained no more... Man i can't wait 👍
BoxQueen
I love the build up. Played them like a sucker. Look forward to how it turns out. As for the games, those are games I don't play but my friends are dnd players and the love the heck out of it. I know you would too since you talk briefly about it on your chapter updates. So yeah, it better to do it after Fool.
SwiftFate
You should totally write a Baldur's Gate self insert/fanfic after this and after you play it.
Goodie
Think elf that looks like Santa
Kettle
Dumb question, but is the stalker supposed to be dwarf sized? Otherwise, why would his hand be small?
George R
Awesome chapter- they are hunting a fool now they have to deal with a general
Stephen
Excited for this battle. Hopefully we can get the chapter early tomorrow.
Bender
Who's the Fool now? Sic em General!
Uroš
Finally.
Lola
How wonderful. Everyone involved is happy with how the trap has turned out. We’ll see who’s still excited in the end …
Bob Bryan
And thus the fools thinking they were foxes hunting a rabbit turned out to be flies that entered the general's web.
SherbertSheep
SO EXCITED I CANT WAIT
mhaj58
Finally, the general strikes back
Voror
Also I need to start BG3 but I'm the type who needs to have everything planned out I'm advance
Jayson Legott
Yes! I was a little afraid we’d end with this on Saturday but man I’m so excited that we get another two chapters before a break! A cliff is inevitable but I rather it be in the middle of the fight than at the beginning!
Decide
I can't wait for them to see the fucked up Uldar statue and fall victim to the traps. The look of confusion when Alex fights back will be even better.
Lorevi Q
Alex trying not to act suspicious by loudly talking to himself so the spies definitely hear him lmao
Obi-Wan-Sage
Woot. Finally action!!!!!
Jake Thomas
I just bought BG3, but work has me putting off starting it. Gonna procrastinate so hard once I get past several hours of character creation.
Voror
I feel like at the end Izas was getting that feeling again that something was off but didn't voice it. It must be tricky to lure them in enough that they actually fall for it.
Benjamin Mages
No it's a good trap because while they recognized it was a trap, they didn't understand the nature of it. It's like they see a pressure plate trap and assume that it will trigger a spray of arrows from the wall, so they use shields to block the arrows. But when they step on the plate, actually a boulder rolls down the corridor and their shields will do jack. It was a good trap because it faked them out. If anything it was probably more effective by providing a convenient lie to prepare for.
