>>6153907Exchanging words with this cutthroat was pointless. Emulating what you saw the Construct do earlier, you mean to toss your axe directly at the assassin and cut her in half. You cock your arm back just as the assassin reaches into her jacket. She seems to have read your intention, and foresees your oncoming attack. You launch the axe with all your might, transforming it into a spinning projectile that sails towards the Riahi. In response, she tosses something you are unable to see from her jacket, and the two missiles collide in midair. Both objects clash, and you’re surprised to see that your axe is stopped by whatever the assassin threw. They stay suspended in the air like that for several moments, until finally, your axe prevails. It destroys the Riahi’s item with a shatter that scatters hundreds of glass shards throughout the room. The axe then returns back to your hand, having lost its momentum.
>Crest of Indech: 2/4 Charges Left“Thank you for that.” The assassin says, the room falling into an eerie silence. “You put the girl back in her box, didn’t you? That means the Djinn Orb’s sandstorm had resumed. I needed to do something about that if I wished to make my escape, and you saved me the trouble.”
“That glass…” Nadia says, a look of horror plastered on face. You realize at that moment that the sound of the sandstorm outside was beginning to fade. “Don’t tell me…was that the Djinn Orb?!”
>“Am I missing something? So what if I destroyed the orb? I have no intention of letting you escape my-”You pause, and a powerful feeling of dread falls over you. The Keep begins to shake violently as the glass shards on the ground glow an ominous blue. A fog begins to seep into the room, seemingly coming from the broken fragments on the ground, and you’re able to sense a powerful presence that you’re unable to see.
“Your ignorance is understandable, foreigner.” The assassin says. “Even most mages of Ithaca fail to understand just where their precious artifact drew its power from. But count yourself fortunate! You’re about to see something that no one has for thousands of years. When the Boatman comes for you, tell him it was his beloved servant, Margo, that sent you.”
Perhaps using some sort of magic, the assassin vanishes from thin air at that moment. As you try to make chase, you are nearly knocked off your feet when something begins to rise from the ground itself.
Your first thought was that it was a man, but you quickly push the idea away when you see the blue shade of his skin. Whatever this thing is, it is bigger than even you, and crackles with energy that rips across its form. It holds its arms out at its side, as if stretching tired limbs. The creature flexes its muscles, and looks towards the sky, before bellowing in the loudest voice you’d ever heard.
“XENOPHANES! I AM RELEASED! YOU SHALL PAY FOR IMPRISONING ME!”
