[WFRP2e] The Power of One - Part 2 - "Transire Benefaciendo"

[MrAbdiel]

Your voice is competing with the howl of the phantom greenskins, but you are a dark and distinct shape at the top of the glassy tower of baleful moonlight. You hear Bella cry out in recognition and point your way. She becomes more cooperative with Briant immediately and they scramble into Cleménce's saddle and get to hoof toward the tower. It's an oblique approach against the angle of the orcs' charge; and as you race down the smoking stairs and out into the snow. But they're too far, and you're too slow, and the orcs seem not only not impeded by the snow but somehow supernaturally accelerated sufficient to threaten the horse finding its stride. A smoking, ethereal axe of stone scythes overhead and cracks into Briant's shield just shy of finding Bella's back, and you grope for the ghostblade as spears thrust out toward the horse's flanks, and darkness engulfs the battlefield.

Your night eyes kick in a moment later in the dreadful silence that follows. The clouds have swallowed up the wicked moon and its profane light, and just like that the orcs are gone leaving only their smashed path of their footprints in the snow. Behind you, the the tower is just a ruin now; bereft of that strange echo. And on your hip, the given blade is gone entirely as if it had never been there.

"Taalia!" Bella almost launches herself from the horse to lay hands on you and be assured of your safety, and only then is she able to begin to settle down. Briant stands up in the saddle and scans about for some source of the trick.

"...Tricks of Morr's moon," he speculates with a sigh. "...Though deadly enough. Are you alright, Taalia? What did you see, up there?"