Not sure if anyone actually is reading this but I'll continue non the less, sorry it took me so long to continue.
Even as professionals the squad was a little unsettled by what had unfolded in front of them, these were just boys. What kind of a mission had they been sent on? They agreed to send Fae back with the boy, get him into the custody of the inquisition. The others pressed on down the passage the sparrows bad appeared from. The passages twisted and turned, veered and split. It took a lot for the squad to keep their bearings. They arrived at the top of a staircase but decided to make sure they had explores the top level first to avoid an ambush from behind.
Taking one of the passage off shoots, they came to a dead end, an area clearly once used as a prayer alter. Upon the floor lay a skeleton, dried and aged with what they could only guess was thousands of years of decay, next to it however lay the fresh body of another sparrow, a knife covered in blood in one hand and the only evident wound, a deep gash in his leg. Upon the wall, in blood were the words, "Who are you?"
Doubling back, the squad found another passage that lead them to a wooden door. Upon listening at the door, Dragnyr heard the feint sounds of breathing. Aok threw magic energy at the door to blast it off it's hinges, and offset any trap that might be in place. The door shattered and the bits flew backward into the room, kicking up dust that must have sat for centuries.
Once the dust settled they were finally able to make out the shapes of four individuals similarly clad to the boys they had previously encountered, sitting in a square facing each other, motionless. The room itself appeared to be lined with devices that could only have been torture devices back in the day. "What the..." Aok's curse froze midway, for it was as if being noticed were a prompt the four boys had been waiting for, and in response they rose in unison and turned to face the three soldiers. There was no expression of emotion on the face of one of the boys, who's soft voice echoed as he let out a whisper, "Mom says we shouldn't play after bedtime, is it bedtime?" One of those to his right had a crooked grin on his face, his teeth seeming to be trying to escape his lips. He squealed, "Hey kitty, want to play fetch?" At that, without a hint of drawing a weapons that hung from his belt, he charged, bare hands, nails seemingly worn down to the quick, his flailing arms illustrated an attempted strike. The bard, able to think quickly, let out a theatrical shout, it's enchantment designed to confuse an enemy. Instead of confusion however, the kid's eyes seemed to fill with clarity and then fear. As if his fear lifted him from the ground, he made a dash for the door on the other side of the room. As he passed through it, he found himself flung to the floor, as if diving back into the room from the door at which the squad now stood. Realising there may be a magical trap on the room they retreated back down the passage.
They sat at the ready waiting for the attack to come. It did not. Just as they felt they'd need to investigate, their blood was chilled by the shrill scream if one of the boy in the room. They charged, weapons ready, only to see that the boy who had tried to run had been clawed. The other three now sat staring at each other in a triangle.
Not sure if anyone actually is reading this but I'll continue non the less, sorry it took me so long to continue.
Even as professionals the squad was a little unsettled by what had unfolded in front of them, these were just boys. What kind of a mission had they been sent on? They agreed to send Fae back with the boy, get him into the custody of the inquisition. The others pressed on down the passage the sparrows bad appeared from. The passages twisted and turned, veered and split. It took a lot for the squad to keep their bearings. They arrived at the top of a staircase but decided to make sure they had explores the top level first to avoid an ambush from behind.
Taking one of the passage off shoots, they came to a dead end, an area clearly once used as a prayer alter. Upon the floor lay a skeleton, dried and aged with what they could only guess was thousands of years of decay, next to it however lay the fresh body of another sparrow, a knife covered in blood in one hand and the only evident wound, a deep gash in his leg. Upon the wall, in blood were the words, "Who are you?"
Doubling back, the squad found another passage that lead them to a wooden door. Upon listening at the door, Dragnyr heard the feint sounds of breathing. Aok threw magic energy at the door to blast it off it's hinges, and offset any trap that might be in place. The door shattered and the bits flew backward into the room, kicking up dust that must have sat for centuries.
Once the dust settled they were finally able to make out the shapes of four individuals similarly clad to the boys they had previously encountered, sitting in a square facing each other, motionless. The room itself appeared to be lined with devices that could only have been torture devices back in the day. "What the..." Aok's curse froze midway, for it was as if being noticed were a prompt the four boys had been waiting for, and in response they rose in unison and turned to face the three soldiers. There was no expression of emotion on the face of one of the boys, who's soft voice echoed as he let out a whisper, "Mom says we shouldn't play after bedtime, is it bedtime?" One of those to his right had a crooked grin on his face, his teeth seeming to be trying to escape his lips. He squealed, "Hey kitty, want to play fetch?" At that, without a hint of drawing a weapons that hung from his belt, he charged, bare hands, nails seemingly worn down to the quick, his flailing arms illustrated an attempted strike. The bard, able to think quickly, let out a theatrical shout, it's enchantment designed to confuse an enemy. Instead of confusion however, the kid's eyes seemed to fill with clarity and then fear. As if his fear lifted him from the ground, he made a dash for the door on the other side of the room. As he passed through it, he found himself flung to the floor, as if diving back into the room from the door at which the squad now stood. Realising there may be a magical trap on the room they retreated back down the passage.
They sat at the ready waiting for the attack to come. It did not. Just as they felt they'd need to investigate, their blood was chilled by the shrill scream if one of the boy in the room. They charged, weapons ready, only to see that the boy who had tried to run had been clawed. The other three now sat staring at each other in a triangle.