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Varendil Goes to Scourgeholmeby Taylor Vincent“C-champion? Champion?
Champion
?!” the troll screamed, backpedallinguntil she tripped over her own feet and fell back. The ghoul charged down thehillside at her, leaping onto her just as a burst of light exploded outward from her,shielding her and making the undead attacker bounce harmlessly off. The creaturecaught a crossbow bolt to the chest and fell backward. The Ranger-Captain that hadfired the bolt from the nearby rocky outcropping cheered.“I saw him! And all of Scourgeholme can hear you! Light, shut up!” ChampionVarendil Dawnblade said, turning to magically shield the ranger with the crossbowas well. He turned farther and spread his hands apart, then thrust his palm forward,a blast of Light energy knocking the head off of a skeletal spellcaster twenty yardsaway. The thing’s body fell as well, and Varendil smirked, turning around just in timeto see a geist leap through the air toward him, howling. The priest’s eyes went wide and he started to lift an arm to defend himself when an orc leapt in front of him, swatting the snarling beast from midair andlanding on it, squashing the thing between the orc’s shield and the ground. Asickening
crunch
signaled the Scourge’s bones giving way, and the orc climbed backoff and charged another undead creature before cutting it down. The priest exhaled and looked around. “Frost. Kalandra was supposed to slowthe geists. Where the Nether is she?” he asked, turning back to Captain Rivenblaze,who took aim and blasted the last ghoul into the ground before gasping andpointing over Varendil’s head. The priest turned to see the mage pinned to the ground as one of the geistsclawed feverishly at her neck. He threw up his hands and sighed before stomping
 
Page| 2over to the thing, kicking it off of the mage and pinning its neck to the earth with hisdagger.He stood up to see what seemed like a quart of the mage’s blood on hisrobes. “Oh, come on,” he said, exasperated. “Turn my back for two seconds and mysquad gets its windpipe torn out.” Exactly that had happened, the mage’s neck littlemore than scraps of skin and a spine, the look of someone in circulatory shockfrozen on the deceased blood elf’s face. Varendil rolled his eyes, and a golden auraswept around his feet as he spread his hands and began reciting the necessaryrites. Moments later, a glow burst from the ground around the mage, flowing overthe mage like liquid gold and mending her neck to its previous shape, the skinmarred only by faint scars in the pattern of the geist’s slashes. The blast of lightalso lifted the mage onto her feet, and Varendil moved to catch and steady her asher eyes flew open and she began coughing violently. Even as the coughingsubsided, the mage saw where she was, saw the undead around her, and began toscream, breaking free from the priest and whirling about in a panic.“It’s okay, you’re fine, we’re with the Argent, we have you safe,” Varendilsaid, trying to calm the hysterical girl, but it was of no avail. The priest rolled hiseyes. “Oh, for the love of…”He waved his hands a bit more and shoved both toward the female, forcinghis presence into her mind, wincing painfully at the chaos there. Her psyche ragedagainst his control, bashing every which way against his grip before she simplygave up and passed out. Varendil let the body fall slowly to the ground and releasedhis mental grip on her.“I hate when they freak out after I revive them. Brux, would you fly her backto the Argent Vanguard, let her rest?” The orc, cleaning bits of Scourge off of his
 
Page| 3shield, nodded, saluted, and picked up the girl before firing a flare into the air. A reddrake dove downward a few dozen yards away and glided low to the location, lettingthe orc with elf in tow board. The troll archer slid down the nearby hillside and ran over to the group.“Looks like someone saw that flare. There’s a pack of gargoyles flying in fast, they’llbe on top of us any minute,” she said.Varendil turned to the red drake himself, who blinked back as the blood elf snapped his fingers as if trying to catch the word on the tip of his tongue. Heeventually gave up. “Drake,” he said. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”“Bakaristrasz,” Ranger-Captain Rivenblaze said.Varendil turned back to face her. “Bwuh? Lan, how do you know his name?”“Because I talk to people,” Lanuria replied. “You’re always busy planning forthis or berating someone for that, I get to know my allies,” she said matter-of-factly.Varendil rolled his eyes and turned back to face the drake. “Bakaristrasz,” hesaid. “Can you fly with three?” The drake nodded, and the priest turned back to the troll. “Congrats, you’regunning. Hop on and shoot them off your tail,” he said, motioning the archer tomount the drake behind the orc. “Lan—Captain Rivenblaze and I—”“Rivenblaze? I thought her name was Captain Dawnblade,” the troll said.Varendil blinked and turned back to face Lanuria, who averted her eyes.“Well,” she said meekly. “It’s going to be Captain Dawnblade soon enough…”“For all the crap you give me about having a wedding,” Varendil replied, “youact like it’s already happened.” He rubbed his temples and turned back to the threeon the drake. “Captain
Rivenblaze
and I have the best chance on the ground, we’llslice them up as they fly in. You three cheese it to the Argent Vanguard. “
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