The flies were getting pretty damn annoying. The ogres' wards must have kept them out before but now that they were down they were coming in to enjoy the feast. Soon enough they were crawling all over me too, getting into my ears and eyes and even my mouth if I wasn't careful enough to close it. I spent quite a bit of my energy trying to blow them out of my mouth and nose. Fortunately they weren't laying eggs in me too. At least not yet.
Hours seeemed to pass and I was getting a terrible headache. Not to mention the muscle cramps and the lack of water. I was all too aware of how long it'd been since I'd eaten or drunk anything and the ray of light had moved a bit and it certainly didn't look like I was going to be rescued this time around. Oh well, it had been a good run I suppose. I wondered who would write my epitaph and whether Harkala Glad-Help would miss me. Ah, the poignancy of a missed opportunity! I hoped the Goddess would embrace me to her bosom. But not near any chaos or non-humans I hoped.
I was getting ready to face the risks of yelling for help and attracting unwanted attention but then this bloody dragonewt entered the room carrying one of those big stone toothed swords they use. I was pretty sure that I wasn't hallucinating when it nodded at me and turned around and left the room. I swung around some more and then the dragonewt re-entered the room followed by Count Belvani. "What took you so long?" I griped. He grimaced and said, "You're bloody lucky that I was able to persuade Karial the Pure to perform a divination. If it hadn't worked we would never have found you. As it is we've got a lot of chaos and trollkin stirred up in this section of the Rubble with our searching." I squinted and cursed as the ray of light hit me in the eyes again. Belvani nodded towards the light. "You should be thankful and face the god with both eyes wide open. That ray saved your life. I wasn't really sure that the god would know where you were. If you'd been underground we'd never have found you."
"I'm grateful, I'm grateful. I'll charge a hecatomb of bison to Sor-Eel for a sacrifice to prove my gratitude to Yemalio. Now please cut me down so I can kiss you." Belvani smiled, "You shouldn't say things like that to a follower of Yemalio." He drew one of his shortswords and advanced on me. Gesturing to his dragonewt to grab hold of me he cut me down. The pain was agonizing but the relief was exquisite
To be continued...
Oliver
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