Pieden knew what the wicked ones wanted. He wasn’t sure who he hated more, the wicked ones for what they were doing to Elian, or himself for not being able to stop them. They were demanding more victims, he knew, and if he did not bring them then Elian would die.
So be it, then.
He had not survived on the streets of Greyhawk as long as he had through sentimentality, after all.
Thieves In The Night
Dorbella was one with
the night as she emerged from the pond, laughing silently under her breath as
she surveyed the estate. For a human dwelling, the place was quite picturesque,
and well-guarded to boot. The property was largely walled and fenced-off, and
the night watch made sure to regularly monitor the walls as well as the
thickets around the estate. Pity they didn’t give the same attention to the
pond-it was easy for one of Dorbella’s talents to enable herself to breathe
underwater and swim into the pond through the underground waterways. She’d also
made herself invisible before surfacing. She made ripples in the pond when she
surfaced, but in the dark of the night the guards would never notice them.
Dorbella looked around
the estate, finding the perfect place to focus her next spell. Closing her
eyes, Dorbella concentrated intently, an evil smile on her face as she cast her
spell. The spell caused the lights of torches to appear in the distance, accompanied
by the sounds of angrily shouting people trying to force their way through the
gates of the estate. Just as Dorbella expected, the estate’s guards converged
on that point.
distraction made it that much easier for her to steal through the estates, as
silent as a whisper. She remained invisible all throughout, and her tracks were
completely masked by her sorcery.
The doors to the
manor-house were securely locked, but not so the windows. It was a simple
matter for Dorbella to scale the walls and force open the window to the little
boy’s room. The child barely had time to open his eyes before Dorbella had
snatched him up and covered his mouth. Her magic turned the little one
invisible as well, and in no time at all Dorbella had slipped out of the room,
back down the wall and onto the lawn. She snuffed out her illusions at the
gate, leaving the guards hopelessly confused, as she carried the still-gagged
child back to the pond.
One final spell was cast on the boy so he too could
breathe underwater, before Dorbella entered the pond and was gone.
Pieden Ronard hated
this day of the week.
More particularly, he
hated this night of the week, since the dreams came while he slept. Try as he
might, he could not prevent himself from having them.
Every dream always contained
the same thing. Pieden saw a vision of his son Elian, half-starved and crying
in the dark pit he was kept in, as a chilling laughter echoed in the
background. Shadows danced at the edge of Pieden’s vision, making the entire
scene seem like a hazy, half-forgotten memory.
Then, Pieden saw what
the wicked ones did to Elian. Sometimes they used their magic to twist Elian’s
mind, reducing him to a babbling moron. Other times they left Elian sickly and
gasping for breath, as they twisted his body itself. Once, they paralyzed
Elian, as if to simply remind the boy just how trapped and helpless he was.
Pieden knew what the
wicked ones wanted. He wasn’t sure who he hated more, the wicked ones for what
they were doing to Elian, or himself for not being able to stop them. They were
demanding more victims, he knew, and if he did not bring them then Elian would
So be it, then.
He had not survived on the streets of Greyhawk as long
as he had through sentimentality, after all.