Ghost Rage, Episode 22a – Vote Now!

“Lucan,” you say, “shoot him!”

Lucan raises the heavy crossbow and fires. The heavy bow shudders, throwing a massive barbed quarrel right into Korthion’s chest.

Or it would have, if not for the blue flash that intercepts the quarrel an instant before it strikes Korthion. The quarrel shatters into a dozen pieces, the shards falling to the floor at Korthion’s feet.

Evidently he had the foresight to ward himself against steel.

But not, perhaps, flesh or wood or stone. If you can get close enough to hit him with something other than a blade, you might be able to disable or kill him.

Assuming, of course, that you can get close enough.

Even as the thought comes to you, the undead militiamen crash into the Black Wolves’ shield wall, and screams and the sounds of battle fill your ears. Korthion spins, eyes narrowed as he looks at you, and makes a twisting gesture with his left hand.

Behind you, one of the couches floats into the air and comes hurtling at you. You duck, Moresti and Lucan besides you, and the heavy couch shoots over your head and falls over the edge of the stairs.

Rhazion laughs. “Is that the best you can do, Korthion?”

He gestures, and the couch rips apart into a spray of jagged wooden shards, all of them flying towards Korthion. But Korthion casts another spell of his own, and the shards orbit around him, shooting back towards Rhazion. Rhazion beckons, and a marble bust rips free from the wall and hurtles towards Korthion. Soon both magi stand in a double helix of flying debris, their faces taut with strain, their hands hooked into shaking claws, and you feel the snarling arcane power in the air as they struggle against each other.

“Go!” you say, and you race down the stairs, Lucan and Moresti following.

“Moresti is reliable mercenary,” he puffs, “but he charges double for fighting dead men!”

You reach the bottom of the stairs, and one of the undead militiamen lunges for you. But Lucan is faster. He spins around, his sword blurring in a double-handed grip, and takes the dead man’s head from his shoulders. Moresti knocks down another with a kick to the gut, and then you’re past the struggling undead and mercenaries, with a clear path to Korthion.

His eyes widen as he sees you coming, and he dips one hand into his sash. It comes up holding a vial of blood, which he spills over his fingers. Green flames blaze into life around his hand, and you realize that he is burning the blood, using it to fuel his next spell.

He screams and throws out his hand.

And a blast of invisible force explodes out from him, throwing you to the floor, knocking down the Black Wolves and the undead alike like grass in a storm, sending debris flying in all directions, and flinging Rhazion against the wall of the solarium. He crumples in a motionless heap atop the shattered glass of the windows.

The ivory wand rolls from his hand, bouncing down the stairs, and the blue light of the mavrokh’s warding sigil starts to flicker madly. The thing looks like it’s about to break free.

Korthion sags a bit, breathing hard, but lifts his bone wand and laughs.

“Kill them!” he shouts. “Kill them, now!”

The undead, unaffected by the psychokinetic blast, rise back to their feet.

But for the next few seconds, you have a clear shot at Korthion.

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