The “Charmed” troglodyte fought with tenacity and propose. The Centurion Orylan had been pressed to defeat the beast. His comrade the Counselor Phynne had been stunned when his head struck the floor. Orylan cleaned his sword and muttered, “The troglodyte’s ichors befoul my blade. She has escaped!”
Phynne straightened his robes and grumbled, “At least you didn’t feel the brunt of her blows and suffer the indignation of hitting the ground of this prison cell. There was quite a bit of risk in what we did! We have endured casualties.”
The carrion of the troglodyte lay in the cell, and the slain guard lay near the door to the cell.
Orylan urgently asked, “Will she be able to use the wand?”
“The wand’s Magick can only be accessed by using one of the proper commands. It carries the spells Invisibility, Fly, Detection of Magick, Dispel Magick, Protection from Magick, and Jolt. Thirteen charges remain on the device. Once the charges are expended, the wand is useless,” Phynne panted as they ran into the hallway.
“Not even I know the commands!” Orylan puffed as they rounded the counter and ran past the cell containing the frenzied troglodytes and reached the stairs.
“Few do! The commands are revealed to one only if he reaches maturity as a Maker, Counselor, or Elder,” Phynne answered, trying to reassure the angered Centurion.
“I never meant to release her onto the population! I only wanted to spur the Elders to action!” Orylan puffed.
Large numbers of soldiers ran from the barracks to the left.
“Whether she makes it to her world or not doesn’t really matter. The fact that she was here and afoot in their precious sanctuary should spur the Elders to action. We have a scapegoat. We’ll say the dead guard and trog enabled her escape by stealing your wand. I’ll report the treachery of the guard to the council,” Orylan scoffed.
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