Ambush at the Docks
Silverwolf had been on level three for a few hours. Searching
the Lost Lake for gems and other treasures to take back to the Temple
for her sects coffers. That she was trying out a brand new pair of
crocodile boots, was instrumental to searching the murky bottom without
needing to surface for air.
She liked the adventure of testing newfound magic and items in
the field. It gave her an inner calm and oddly, a sense of peace, when
she ran into and vanquished one or more of the denizens in the dungeons
"I need to dry off," she tried saying underwater. Giggled at
the bubbles and muffled sounds that came instead and headed for the
ruined eastern docks. Casting a protection from cold on herself,
Silverwolf watched the water evaporate as warmth spread
throughout her body.
She sat down to look over what she'd found and have a snack of
cheese and wine. The far off sounds of fighting echoed around the
cavern while she used a spark from a lightning spell to set fire to a
pile of Hobgoblin bones and rags, illuminating the area.
As Silver bit into the cheese, she heard the slap of many
leather-soled feet and clatter of heavy armor approaching from the
east. "Dang!" Mumbling around the cheese and quickly drank from the
A Knight came running past, "Make way! They are too many!"
Diving into the lake with a graceless splash.
Readying a stun spell, Silver saw the battered warrior was her
good friend and mentor, WhiteKnight, of the KOM order. Smiling broadly,
she called to him, "Milord?" He ducked under water briefly and came
back up with water pouring from his helms visor in sheets.
"WhiteKnight? What have you brought this way?"
Silver followed his pointing finger and gasped. No less than
eight Hobs and Gobs ran past, skidding to a halt at the docks edge not
ten feet from Silver. The creatures were so totally focused on
WhiteKnight that they hadn't noticed her yet and were cursing a blue
streak at WhiteKnight.
"Sil! Get in the water!"
"Oh, is that all?" Calmly she increased the spell strength.
"Hi fellas," she waved at the evil group. "Guess what . . . . ?"
As one, the Hobs and Gobs turned their heads, seeing her for
the first time. Their eyes narrowed, then grew wide when they saw the
glow about her hands.
"Silver, get in the water!" WhiteKnight repeated.
The group roared, charging Silverwolf, who finished the spell
and cast with practiced ease. " . . . You're about to die for your evil
sins," she answered for them.
In the blink of an eye, the charging creatures were stunned.
Falling to the ground in one large heap.
"You okay, WK?" Casting Heal at him and giggling again.
"Show off," he grinned in reply, climbing from the lake. "They
almost had me, Silverwolf. Guess it's what I get for coming down
"Hm . . . Do you want these, or shall I finish them?"
"Ah, go ahead. You zapped 'em first.
"Thanks. A little lightning should work wonders." Her hands
moved in a sinuous pattern as she invoked the spell. Both watched as
tiny sparks jumped around the metal clad enemy. Sparks that built
into a swirling cloud near the ceiling of the cave. "Hold your ears."
The clap of thunder followed her lightning bolt. "Phooey, do they ever
WhiteKnight laughed. "A bit of over kill, don't you think,
sister?" looking at the charred remains of what had been a dozen, or so
monsters. "Going to be a mess to search all that."
"Not a problem, Sir KOM." A quick raise dead spell was cast
and all that remained was the smoldering armor, weapons and items that
the horde had been carrying. "Voila!"
"Neat. No muss, no fuss. I like that." WhiteKnight bowed
with a flourish. "Did you Banish them?"
"That only works on the undead, my dear Knight." Silverwolf
laughed and curtsied in reply, "Always wondered what would happen if I
did that to them. Raise the dead. Heal the wounded and all that
WhiteKnight shot her a startled look. "You mean . . . They
could have . . . We might be . . ." he was at a loss for words.
"Calm down, WK."
"YOU RAISED THEM?"
"Well, yes. They were stinking up my picnic spot."
A groan escaped WhiteKnight's lips. You could have brought
them back. Ever think of that?"
"Yes, I did," sitting once more near the fire and taking up her
cheese and wine. "Join me in my snack?" She offered.
"Silverwolf, you are far to cavalier about this." Accepting
the wine, he took a deep draught.
"No, no, my friend. Thaumaturgical research suggested such
results would occur." Replying around a bite of cheese, she took the
wine back. "It is just that no-one has ever recorded having tried it
before." Another giggle followed her disarming smile.
"I see," though he really didn't. "Well, I am off to find
Xavier's death pile again." Donning his crested helm, WhiteKnight
started east again. "Thanks for the drink."
"But your treasure, Sir KOM?" Silverwolf pointed with the wine
bottle. "You've yet to take your pick."
WhiteKnight looked at the assorted pile a moment and
shuddered. "Your kill. Go ahead and take it.
"My, my." Silverwolf laughed. "Now who is being cavalier?"
WhiteKnight smiled wryly. "I've gotten a revelation, milady."
"Oh Gawd, now he has gone Thaum on me." Laughing again. "Then
again . . . We do both fight for similar Gawds. Speak to me of this
revelation, oh mighty knight."
"The beasts where Xavier died are too numerous for me to fight
at one time alone. If you . . . "
"No-o-o-o-o! Oh no, no, no, no!" Silverwolf interrupted.
"Cavalier I may be. Foolish I am not."
"Hear me out." Silverwolf waited and he continued. "I'll go
back to the lair and get as many of them as I can to chase me back to
here. Then you zap them and I'll go back for more." Smiling broadly,
he leaned on the sword hilt. "What do you think?"
Wrapping the remaining cheese and putting it back in her sack,
she looked up at him. "A bit un-chivalrous, isn't it?"
WhiteKnight's face fell. "Well, rite then! Hope you remember
that when you speak at my pyre."
"Sheesh, WK. Settle down, will you?" Another giggle and a
sigh as she stood. "I didn't say no. How'd such an impulsive warrior
as you become a Knight anyway?" She teased.
"Woo-hoo!" Dancing a little jig, WhiteKnight whirled around
twice. "Be right back." He dashed off forthwith to find their prey.
Sighing again, Silverwolf went to the secret door, WhiteKnight
had entered and spiked it open. "Give a shout." She yelled into the
blackness, then turned and searched the pile.
Moments later the sound of pursuit came again. Only much
louder this time around. Rushing to the spiked door, Silverwolf placed
herself against the wall and invoked her Stun spell.
"Here they come!" WhiteKnight ran full tilt past her, making a
dive for the water again.
Three Trolls, six Hobgoblins, four goblins and a Wight were all
yelling as they passed by. Silverwolf gave a loud whistle after they
skidded to a frustrating stop to glare at WhiteKnight.
The Wight took one look and saw what was coming. His burning
eyes registered surprise as Silverwolf cast.
Silverwolf almost felt guilty about slaying so many at once and
in such manner. Then reality set in when she remembered all those dead
and gone to just such tactics used by the monsters. She banished the
Wight to the lower regions of hell and performed the purifying raise
dead on the rest.
"Good shot, milady. I'll be right back with more."
They repeated the trick twice more with great success.
Treasures were fast approaching weight that even magically enhanced
strength would have trouble carrying.
Then disaster struck. WhiteKnight failed to return at the
appointed time. Silverwolf waited for twice as long, hoping WK was all
right. Thinking ahead, she pushed the pile into the water near the dock
in case she had to pull her recall ring.
As she tossed the last of the items in the lake, a mob of Hobs
caught her by surprise. She was slammed against the wall with stunning
force, ruining her spell and dazing her. Drawing the longsword by
reflex, Silverwolf managed to keep the beasts from killing her off.
"Back, you spawn of darkness!" Cursing and kicking ashes from
the dead fire into the Hobgoblins faces, she made a break for the
water. Knowing that none of them could follow her. "Catch me if
you can," she shouted, casting heal on herself. Then she counted their
numbers. "My Gawd! There's over twenty and more on the way."
Trolls, Orcs, Goblins and even an Evil human Mage came from the
southeastern door. A volley of arrows sailed her way and she ducked
under the surface again, readying her crossbow. Popping up, she
let loose at the human, hitting him in the thigh and ruining his spell.
Then back down to reload as another volley sailed her way.
"Cripes! I hope WK missed this bunch," she said to herself.
Moving south a little, she popped up and fired at the Mage again.
Hitting him in the chest solidly. Back down again and a little further
south, Silverwolf started a Blind spell. "This really is too much,
WK." Up again and cast the spell at the archers as they fired. One
arrow grazed her scalp and several more hit her in the chest, but were
stopped by the dragon scale armor. Nevertheless they still hurt.
Unfortunately, the Mage had stood outside the spells area of
effect and was unfazed by her spell. "Yikes, fireball coming!" Back
down and a move back to her original position. The water roiled and
broiled where her head had been.
Up and fire at the Mage. "Dang!" Back down again as she
missed with her last bolt. Silverwolf hugged the wall of the dock and
slowly put her head up. Using the blinded mob as a shield, she invoked
her Death spell. Looked for the Mage and tried to cast at him from the
crowd. A Troll stepped in her line of sight as the spell was let loose
and dropped dead on the spot.
"Come out, come out, little one," snickered the Mage, chanting
another fireball. "Let's have some fun."
Turning her F/I ring around, Silverwolf grabbed the ledge and
heaved out of the water, invoking Lightning. "Gladly, you mater of
Kobolds!" Dodging the wild swings of the blinded mob easily, Silverwolf
kept an eye on the Mage at the same time. "Feeling lucky today? You
might get some of your fiends here at the same time you hit me with your
The monsters were Blind, not deaf. Hearing that caused a wild
panic in their ranks when they tried getting away from her voice. Some
fell into the lake and drowned. Others stunned themselves on the
southern wall of the alcove. The rest wailed for mercy.
Silverwolf stayed near the largest concentration of them,
building her strength and manna in the spell. "Well?"
Grinning broadly he laughed back, "They matter naught to me!
I can always find more to help me."
"Stupid Mage. I'll carve that into your dead skull for the
rest to read." The Blind spell was about to wear off. If this Mage
didn't shoot soon, she'd have to disenchant the Lightning spell, or be
consumed by it herself.
He moved fast, backing a step and completing the fireball.
Feeling the air warm rapidly, Silverwolf knew he would cast it in a line
along the docks and water. Slaying all others at the same time he hoped
to get her. As he set loose the Fireball, she cast the Lightning and
flipped backwards over the water.
The air around her exploded in flames and concussion, knocking
her further out into the lake than she had planned. Her F/I ring was
working overtime cooling her body and equipment from the
Silverwolf heard a thunder clap to her south east, about where
she guessed the Mage to be. Then the water closed around her and she
made her way south and east back to the docks. "I need a rest from
With the last of her Manna, Silverwolf healed herself and
climbed from the lake. "Sweet Mother . . ." she gasped, surveying the
carnage and slumped against a wall. The magical flames had consumed all
flesh and bone in the area, leaving the empty shells of armor lying
about a thirty foot square area.
Spying a strength potion, she grabbed it up and drank greedily
of the sweet liquid, feeling new vitality coursing through her tired
limbs. Silverwolf kept her word to the now dead Mage. Dragging
his corpse to the docks edge, she searched the body and found seven
Knights rings. Tears fell from her eyes as she put them in a sack.
Stripping the Mage, Silverwolf cut the head off, dumping the
body into the lake. With her dagger, she carved his final words into
the charred skull, took up a greatsword and walked to the center of the
alcove. Slamming the swords blade between a crack in the flagstone
floor, Silverwolf hung the skull from the pommel and spit upon it.
"Rest in hell, moron."
She took her time looting the dead. Adding only those items
of high value to her own sack and pushing the rest to where she had
previously cached the earlier treasures. When she was done, she looked
a mess. Soot covered her from head to toe. Her robes were okay, but
her regular clothing was all but gone, causing the armor to chafe
"WK," she whispered sadly. "I hope it was worth it to you my
friend." She pulled the recall ring and was wrenched from the dungeon
and dropped into the town staging areas locker room.
Shouts from long time friends greeted her on returning. Then
silence when they saw her somber face and the seven rings she placed on
From behind her came a familiar smell of mint and sage as a
soft voice spoke in her ear, "Buy you a drink, milady?"v
"WK!" Whirling around she hugged him fiercely, kissing his
cheek and leaving soot marks on his face and armor. "You're alive!"
Laughing heartily, he lifted her at arms length. "But of
course I am. I got jumped by a horde and had to recall out."
Suddenly Silverwolf's eyes narrowed and she slapped him. "How
dare you!" Then ran to the lockers, hiding her tears.
"Sil . . ?" WK followed her.
"You could have had the Oracle page me . . ." A sniffle
escaped her lips. "Or let me know you were still alive. Even sent
someone down to . . ."
He reached around her and opened his hand. "I had to find out
if you would like this first."
Silverwolf saw the largest diamond anyone on Kesmai had ever
found. "Oh, WhiteKnight." Giggling she threw her arms around him
again. "Does this come with a ring too?"
"Sure." Grinning broadly, he swung her around in a small
Everyone in the room laughed with them, knowing the celibacy
vows each had to take for their chosen profession.
"I'll make sure those get back to Herman," pointing at the
rings on the table. "Thank you for bringing them back."
Smiling up at him, she simply replied, "It's what I do."
The End . . . ?
Submitted by Silverwolf