Chapter CCCXXXVI: After the Battle ~Redaz

Redaz trudged through the rocky plains. He had left the swampy portion of the moors and was now pretty much in the middle of a flat expanse of rocky and peat covered ground. As he had walked across the plain he had felt the dark energies he had been walking toward slowly grow stronger, as if they had been released from something. It gave him a very unsettling feeling.

Redaz slowly made his way across the plains; he had no reason to hurry, he had learned that rushing toward a source of intense evil usually ended how you expected, and he didn't really feel like that kind of encounter just yet. Suddenly he felt the strange power spike, and a distinct sensation of anger accompanied it. That was bad. That meant someone had already met whatever was emanating this power, and had upset it.

Redaz broke into a dead sprint across the rocky expanse. Whatever he was running toward would probably be slowly losing logic to fury unless it killed its company first, and that sounded like fun to Redaz. Unfortunately, as Redaz thought this, the strange presence seemed to congeal into one place and vanish. Although this was a disappointment for Redaz, with the omnipresent evil gone, he could clearly sense Scilas's and a faint amount of Jaded's presence.

He made good time to the base of the mountainous monstrosity that had apparently been playing host to the dark presence. Redaz didn't actually make it to the geological monster before he saw Scilas, and a wounded Jaded trudging toward him through the mist that had formed in this area of the plain.

Redaz slowed and jogged toward them and they stopped as he approached. "What was up there?" the wizard inquired of the pair.

"It was an old evil," Scilas explained. "We should get to the others so all of you that don't know him can get the information at once; I'd rather not explain it to each of you."

"Fair enough," Redaz answered. "What happened to him?" Redaz gestured toward Jaded.

"He fought it," was all Scilas offered.

"What happened to you?"

"I fought it."

"I thought you two were the smart ones," Redaz said with a grin. "Set him down, I'm sure I can at least get him to carry his own weight."

Scilas quirked an eyebrow.

"I can heal him. Honestly, you people act like all I'm good for is arson."

Scilas set down the half-conscious Jaded. Redaz extended one hand, palm aimed at Jaded. A hazy white glow formed in front of it and after a moment shot at Jaded in the form of a bright white dart. The mercenary spasmed when it struck him, and Scilas jerked his head to look at Redaz accusingly.

"What? You think making what takes days or weeks to happen, take seconds instead is a clean and peaceful process?"

The assassin looked back to the man on the ground, most of his wounds were smaller or gone, and he groaned and sat up. "I'd say I feel like I got hit by a truck, but that wouldn't hurt this much."

"You're just sore, let's get back to town," Redaz said as he turned and headed back the way he'd come. "You two already ruined my fun, and I haven't been in a bed in days."

Scilas and Jaded followed him, but not without muttering something between themselves about who had burned down the inn.