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The Harder They Fall.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IX - "Hook Coast"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: December 13, 2012

The Heroes raced after Grimm, entering the second wing of the fortress. The knights at their backs quickly scattered into the rooms past the staircase, rushing around the Heroes in a bid to aid their comrades, doing battle with any bandit they found. The Heroes stayed together, quickly walking down the hallway, glancing into each room, hoping to spot Grimm. Bianca started to hurry towards the room at the end of the corridor, having heard Grimm’s voice. "He’s in here!" She urgently said, the others close behind her. They ran into the armoury at the end of the hallway, their weapons at the ready. They found Grimm fighting Benedict’s elites, moving like an enraged beast. Timoteo had wondered if Grimm was a Hero of Strength or Skill, and the answer became clear with the Flourishes Grimm was pulling off. Grimm had already killed three of Benedict’s men, the others surrounding him, trying to take the Hero down.
Grimm stuck his sword out behind himself, blocking a sword slash from Davy, the bandit having snuck up behind the Hero. Grimm kicked Davy away before violently swinging his sword back around, his obsidian sword blowing through another bandit’s neck, decapitating the unlucky man. The Heroes noticed the heavily armoured bandit on the other side of the room, staying out of the conflict. Dressed in Dark platemail, armed with obsidian weapons, the man would be a force to be reckoned with, regardless of actual combat prowess. His equipment was of such high quality that he had a natural advantage. When Benedict laid eyes on the four Heroes coming to Grimm’s aid, his jaw tightened with annoyance. They were quick to join the fray, not allowing Grimm to face the superior numbers on his own. Bianca resurrected the corpses Grimm had already slain, the undead rising to their feet, groaning as they held their weapons tight.
Timoteo cast Physical Shield, raising his steel mace, a fireball swelling in his free hand. Darrah and Brute rushed into the thick of the combat, catching some of the bandits off-guard, slaying them with quick, precise blows. Darrah and Grimm both unleashed Flourishes on the same bandit, hitting him at the waist, their blades inches apart. Their swords went clear through the bandit, separating him into two halves, the bandit’s corpse collapsing to the floor. Benedict raised an eyebrow, walking into the battle, raising his obsidian mace. The long, thick weapon was primarily made out of black wood, several shadowy spikes sticking out of the weapon in four columns, each facing a different cardinal direction. The spikes were barely a few inches long, but when combined with the crushing force of the wood, the spikes easily made the weapon lethal. Benedict immediately commanded attention, swinging his mace right into Grimm’s chest, knocking him flat off of his feet.
Darrah had barely glanced over when Benedict swung his mace into her, as well. He made her stumble backwards until she slammed into one of the mannequins lined up against the wall, Darrah almost falling to the floor from the impact. Timoteo launched his fireball at Benedict before rushing in. His fireball burst against Benedict’s chest, licking at his armour, barely fazing the bandit king. Brute had swung his greataxe into a bandit’s chest before turning his attention to Benedict, yanking his immense weapon away from the mortally wounded man. Timoteo ducked when Benedict swung his mace over, the weapon passing over his head. Benedict shot his knee up into Timoteo’s face, his knee repelled by Timoteo’s magic barrier, swinging his leg back momentarily. When Brute reached the bandit king, he raised his weapon up, ready to bring it crashing down on Benedict’s head. A bandit used the opening, reacting in the blink of an eye.
He jabbed his sword over, running Brute through, his sword impaling clear through the Hero of Strength. Brute gasped momentarily, his eyes going wide. Darrah tried racing over to help, but a bandit got in her way, demanding her focus. Grimm got back up on his feet in time to catch Davy trying to corner Bianca. In his running approach, he had taken a Blades blast from Bianca, the two magic swords stuck in his gut apparently not fazing him. Davy tried grabbing her by the throat, but Bianca merely cast Assassin’s Rush, materializing behind the bandit as Grimm came over. Grimm slashed into the back of Davy’s knees so powerfully that he had almost severed the limbs. Davy dropped down to his knees, wincing. Bianca promptly pulled out her obsidian dagger, and before Davy could defend himself, she had reached around him, plunging her dagger into his throat. Dragging the blade to the side, she split his throat open like she were gutting a caught fish.
He bled to death in mere seconds, collapsing down to the floor. Benedict was proving himself to be a capable warrior, using his two weapons to block Timoteo’s mace. Timoteo fired a blast of Lightning directly into Benedict’s face, but it barely made the man stumble a few steps backwards. Looking at Timoteo in rage, he raised his sword and mace, approaching hastily. Timoteo’s Physical Shield fell as three bandits suddenly swung their weapons into him, leaving him wide open to an attack from the bandit king. Benedict swung his mace down behind himself, pulling it back up so the tip would slam into Timoteo’s stomach. Timoteo’s feet were knocked back from the blow, the wind savagely torn from his lungs as he collapsed to the floor.
Brute grit his teeth tight, looking at the bandit that had ran him through. The bandit looked at him with a snarl, but that quickly turned to an expression of shock when Brute grabbed him by the throat. Dropping his greataxe, he grabbed the man’s head with his other hand, viciously pulling to the side. The man went limp when his neck snapped, Brute letting the man collapse to the floor. Before Benedict could slam his mace down into the back of Timoteo’s head, Bianca threw a pair of magic blasts, her Force Push bolts hitting Benedict directly in both of his elbows. His arms were thrown back hard enough that his sword and mace were knocked from his grip, thrown against the wall behind him.
Benedict narrowed his eyes. He hastily turned around, rushed over to the far wall, and grabbed his weapons again. Grimm tried making use of the opening, but one of the remaining bandit elites kicked Grimm’s legs out from under him, forcing him to slam down against the floor. Benedict said nothing to his underlings as he grabbed the head of a mannequin, a foot over to his side. He turned the mannequin’s head and, like oiled clockwork, it spun to the side. A rectangular section of the wall in front of Benedict suddenly began to sink inwards, scratching sounds filling the room as the stone of the wall rubbed against itself. Darrah was the first to notice Benedict’s escape route, the bandit king waiting a moment for the opening to clear. The sinking stone section eventually pulled off to the side, sinking into a thin alcove in the secret passageway’s wall. Large gears and bits of metal were stuck in the walls and ceiling of the escape route, marking how the wall had been able to open up like it had.
Timoteo got up to his feet in time to cast Heal Life on Brute, Bianca launching a set of Blades into a nearby elite, impaling him numerous times, killing him. "He’s getting away!" Darrah angrily said, Benedict starting to run down his escape passage. A knight peeked into the room, spotting the Heroes and all the corpses in the room. A dozen knights ran into the room a second later, raising their bloodied swords. In seconds, it was all over. The bodies Bianca had raised, combined with the sudden reinforcements, overwhelmed the few elites remaining. Grimm was after Benedict like a lightning bolt, sprinting down the escape tunnel the bandit king had opened up. The other Heroes went after him again, running into the dim, dank passageway. The walls of the escape route were the same stone as the rest of the fortress, moisture running down the walls, trickling along the floor. The passageway quickly dipped down into the earth, following a steep decline underground.
Soon, the moisture on the walls turned to frost, a thin layer of ice covering the floor. The passage grew darker, almost leaving the Heroes blind, yet they continued anyway. They could hear Grimm running, somewhere far ahead. The air became colder, quickly becoming frosty enough to reveal their breath whenever they exhaled. They began to hear the faint swaying of the ocean waves, a light appearing at the end of the tunnel. Timoteo knew where the group was going to end up, even before they reached the end of the escape tunnel. They ran towards the light, bursting out into the freezing cold of the cavern. They were in an immense cave, opened up to the coast. The escape passage opened up to a rocky shelf, set in the cave wall. The floor of the cave was swallowed up by frigid ocean water, the pool slowly lapping to and fro as it pulsed back and forth. A large wooden dock system had been crafted, right in front of the rock shelf the Heroes stood upon.
Extending out to a few dozen piers, the dock system was home to numerous boats of varying sizes, some little more than dinghies, others full-fledged ships. The cavern was brightly illuminated with moonlight, the moon directly across from the Heroes, sitting over the edge of the horizon. Apparently, even the celestial bodies found their conflict interesting, the moon flooding the cavern with a milky glow, getting a better look. The Heroes glanced around for several seconds, Darrah narrowing her eyes as her attention darted from one ship to another. Some of them looked eerily familiar to the ships from her father’s fleet, a sinking sensation appearing in her stomach. "There!" Brute loudly said, pointing out towards one pier in particular. They each looked over, spotting Benedict, the bandit king running across a plank of wood extending from the ship, connecting it and the pier it was docked at. Grimm wasn’t far behind, racing after the man, his feet pounding into the wooden dock hard enough to send echoes throughout the cave.
The group rushed down the wooden walkway before them, connecting the rock shelf to the dock system. The dock system wobbled a little as the group ran down catwalks that all lacked railings, creating a bit of unease among the Heroes. Still, the somewhat shoddy construction held fast beneath their feet, the Heroes staying hot on Grimm’s trail. Benedict ran up on to his ship, racing across the deck, heading for the far side. On a table near the edge of the ship, numerous fresh supplies awaited, including three firearms, one of them a rifle. Pushing aside the sacks of food and drink, Benedict dropped his sword and mace in their place. He grabbed the rifle, cocking back the flintlock mechanism with a thumb. Instead of turning to fire upon Grimm, he leaned over the edge of the ship, looking down past the wooden railing built into the ship’s exterior. He aimed the rifle down below, spotting the chain the anchor was connected to.
Since the ship was docked in the grotto along with so many others, the anchors of each ship couldn’t afford to be too big. If they were too large, they could end up getting tangled together, resulting in complications whenever any one anchor was raised. A smaller anchor meant a weaker chain connected to it, thin enough that a well-placed slug would certainly break the metal. Benedict squeezed the trigger of his rifle, hitting the anchor chain with a loud clang, snapping it. The boat immediately began to sway, there now being nothing to prevent it from moving around with the pulsing of the ocean's heart. Grimm bounded up the ship’s docking plank, racing for his hated enemy. Benedict turned in time to raise his rifle, Grimm shouting as he slammed his sword down.
He cut through the rifle, slicing it in half, narrowly missing Benedict’s face as his sword ran down the bandit king’s breastplate. Benedict savagely swung his head forwards, catching Grimm on the nose with his forehead, breaking it. Blood ran down Grimm’s nostrils instantly, the Hero recoiling from the attack, his vision going bleary. Benedict grabbed his sword and mace once more, baring his teeth as he swung over, slamming Grimm in the shoulder with his mace. Grimm collapsed to a knee, the blow knocking him down off of one leg. Benedict smiled a little at the sight. "I think I’ll stick your carcass in the crow’s nest, for my trip. I’ll let the birds have a feast while I slip away." He taunted. Grimm looked up at Benedict, almost growling with rage.
The Heroes had been nearing the ship when they saw Benedict pull his sword up, ready to deal Grimm an execution-style blow. Grimm suddenly bolted forwards, tackling into Benedict, his shoulder ramming into the bandit king’s stomach. Benedict and Grimm both slammed into the railing of the ship, causing the entire craft to quake, pulling away from the pier it had been stationed at. Darrah had been about to put a foot on the ship’s docking ramp when it yanked away from the pier, the plank slamming against the ship’s hull as it drifted away. "Damn it!" She muttered, her eyes going up to the two combatants on the ship. Benedict shot his knee up into Grimm’s stomach, then knocked his elbow down against the back of the Hero’s head. Grimm knocked Benedict’s mace out of his left hand, throwing the weapon several meters off to the side. He pulled back and raised his sword, Benedict bringing up his own, blocking two slashes from Grimm.
He kicked out and connected with Grimm, making him stumble backwards, Benedict able to take his back from the railing, then. The ship slowly started to drift out towards the cave opening, drifting towards the ocean. Grimm and Benedict furiously crashed metal against metal, their obsidian longswords filling the air with piercing screeches whenever they connected. Benedict tried swiping at Grimm’s legs, the Hero doing a quick hop backwards, avoiding the attack. He thrust forwards with his blade, narrowly missing Benedict’s throat, his blade slashing against Benedict’s pauldron, instead. Before Grimm could slice his sword over towards Benedict’s neck, Benedict ducked, moving forwards as he spun around. When his back was facing Grimm, he slammed his elbow back, surprising Grimm when he caught him in the face. Benedict turned and tried running Grimm through, but Grimm parried the blow, pulling back a fist.
Punching Benedict as hard as he could, he connected with the man’s chin, making his head recoil as he stumbled back a few steps. Grimm charged, but Benedict sidestepped, grabbing Grimm by the shoulder and tripping him. Grimm had hit the floor for barely a second before he had rolled forwards, turning around and jumping back up to his feet. The both of them panting hard, Benedict stared at Grimm, angrily saying "What is your obsession with me, Hero? You’ve been harassing my men for close to a year, now!" Grimm glared at Benedict, coldly saying a single word: "Anastasia." Benedict’s expression had held a hint of confusion for nary a moment before smug realization settled in. A wide smile started to grow on his face. "You should’ve seen the looks she would give me when I forced myself down her throat. She would always look so thankful. Tears of joy, my friend." Benedict taunted. Grimm fell for the trap, wrath blinding him as he took Benedict’s bait.
He charged for the man, swinging out with his sword, gripping it with both hands. Benedict parried each blow, taking a few steps back as Grimm mounted on pressure. Grimm ultimately lost all semblance of defensive posture, swinging wildly, holding his sword with just one hand. Tears of rage ran into his eyes, the Hero letting off Flourish after Flourish, trying to find Benedict’s body. Benedict had obvious difficulty blocking the Flourishes, ultimately attempting merely to dodge them, jumping out of the way whenever Grimm would let the dreaded attack fly. He wasn’t fast enough to block one particular Flourish, Grimm swinging his sword up in a diagonal angle against Benedict’s breastplate. A long crack appeared in the armour, stretching from Benedict’s left hip to his right shoulder. The attack spun him around, the bandit king falling towards the railing on the ship’s other side, facing the other Heroes on the pier. Grimm swung his sword down for the back of Benedict’s head, but the bandit king had fully expected such an attack.
He quickly spun to the side, Grimm’s sword slamming down into the thick wood of the railing, jamming into it for most of the blade’s length. Benedict turned and grinned, pulling his sword back, the tip aimed low. Grimm tried to pull his sword out of the railing, but without both hands on the weapon, he lacked the strength to immediately yank it free. That momentary pause was all Benedict needed. Grimm wasn’t able to get out of the way in time, Benedict plunging his sword into Grimm’s breastplate. The tip pierced through Grimm’s armour, Grimm’s face tightening up as the sword went clear through his abdomen. "No!" Brute shouted, his eyes going wide. Benedict stared into Grimm’s face for a second or two, savagely twisting his sword around, grinding the blade around at Grimm’s innards. Blood ran down Grimm’s chin. He tried to grab Benedict by the throat, but Benedict simply pulled his sword from the Hero and impaled it into him again, hitting him in a different spot.
He grunted angrily as he watched Grimm’s eyes go weak. Bianca couldn’t just stand by while Benedict defeated Grimm. Casting Assassin’s Rush, she disappeared in a blur, materializing behind Benedict. She pulled her obsidian dagger from her cloak, raising it up, plunging it down into Benedict’s back. Her knife bit through the metal of his armour, stabbing through the chainmail beneath the breastplate, jabbing into his flesh. Surprised, Benedict let go of his sword, letting Grimm collapse with it still impaled through his abdomen. Benedict spun around, holding an arm out, slamming his limb into the side of Bianca’s face. Bianca collapsed to the deck, grunting lightly when she hit the wooden floor. Benedict raised an eyebrow lightly, looking down at her with malice. Timoteo’s eyes moved wildly, going from Bianca to Grimm, then to Benedict. He was aching to move, to help, but trapped on the pier like he was, he couldn’t get to Bianca to help her.
Bianca threw a whizzing sphere of green magic up at Benedict, the magic hitting his chest hard enough to almost knock him down to the floor. His armour, however, absorbed the force of the blow just enough to keep him on his feet. He looked down at her with disgust. He moved closer, and she tried to scramble away, trying to get up on her feet and put some distance between him and herself. He stomped down on her rump, pinning her waist to the floor. He leaned over, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled as hard as he could. Bianca screamed, shutting her eyes tight, her hands clenching into fists. Timoteo’s eyes went wide. Benedict reached over his shoulder, grabbing Bianca’s dagger, still stuck in his back. He started to grin when he pulled it free, looking down at her menacingly. A flash of Anastasia passed through Timoteo’s mind, the cruelty Benedict had shown her, the suffering he had caused her. Bianca was on the verge of suffering a similar fate, right before his very eyes.
Timoteo lost himself. Timoteo held his arms out by his sides, his head hanging back, a wild shout coming from between his lips. Darrah and Brute both stumbled off to the sides as a surge of Will blew from Timoteo, hitting them like an intense, although brief, gust of wind. His body underwent an extraordinary change, Timoteo becoming several feet taller. His skin turned bright red, like a devil’s. His eyes became black like ink, as if they had both been overtaken by his pupils. As he grew, his shout deepened, his voice becoming several octaves lower. His body exploded with muscle mass until he was even bigger than Brute. The straps of his backpack burst apart, the pack falling to the pier. A faint red glow surrounded the mage, marking the volatile nature of his spell. Before the others could do anything, Timoteo had dove forwards, jumping over the side of the dock.
The spell he had cast, Berserk, made him completely uncaring towards the freezing cold of the ocean water, Timoteo eagerly diving in like he were a fish. Benedict paused, looking over in confusion. Darrah and Brute watched, stunned. Timoteo was swimming faster than either of the Heroes of Strength would be able to, his massive arms propelling him forwards with each stroke. Nobody could’ve guessed what Timoteo would do when he reached the hull of the ship. When he got up to the ship, he pulled back a fist, firing it into the wood of the ship’s exterior. The whole ship lurched when Timoteo’s fist splintered into the wood, breaking a small hole through the exterior.
"What in Avo’s name?!" Benedict exclaimed, looking over the side of the ship, releasing his fistful of Bianca's hair. Bianca pulled herself away from Benedict, getting to her feet, looking over the edge momentarily. Timoteo punched another hole in the ship’s hull, looking up at Benedict with wrath. Water began to flow into the holes, but sinking the ship didn’t appear to be Timoteo’s goal. He jammed his feet into the two holes, cracking his hands into the hull at higher spots, giving himself places to grip. Like he were making himself a ladder in the wood, he would make hole after hole, each higher than the previous one, giving himself places to stick his feet and climb. "I don’t believe it!" Brute muttered, his eyes wide. A desperate look crossed Benedict, his eyes moving wildly for the mage at his side. He tried grabbing Bianca, but she simply blasted him with Force Push, hitting him directly in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards.
He collapsed near Grimm, the Hero barely alive by that point, weakly watching the two. The ship began to take on water faster and faster, beginning to dip down into the grotto, leaning towards the side Timoteo was climbing from. Benedict pulled his sword from Grimm’s body, glaring at Bianca. She rushed over to the table of supplies he had gotten his rifle from, her weak eyes spying the general shape of the two firearms remaining. Benedict charged for her before she could reach the table, forcing her to defend herself. She cast Drain Life on him, raising up a hand in his direction, a purple orb of light developing in her palm. Specks of red light burst from his chest, floating over to her, getting absorbed by the orb in her hand. Benedict coughed and winced, but his eyes were becoming enraged. Bianca cast Blades from her other hand, two magical swords hitting Benedict in his left shoulder. Benedict grunted and dropped his sword, taking in a few sharp breaths.
It almost felt like his arm had been severed, the two blades might have cut all the way through the meat of his shoulder. He grabbed Bianca by the throat with his uninjured arm, viciously slamming her down against the deck, putting her on her back. Her Drain Life spell was cancelled, due to his harsh interruption. Before she could react, he raised his foot over her face. Bianca barely saw the dark of his sabaton before it slammed down. She tried turning her head to the side, his foot crashing down on her jaw, breaking it instantly. Her whole body flinched from the power of the blow. Bianca screamed, writhing under him. Her scream only made the pain in her face twice as intense, putting her in a vicious cycle of needing to scream and only worsening her own pain by doing so. She threw a green sphere of magic up into his face, hitting him hard enough to shatter some of the teeth in his mouth. He collapsed like a felled tree, slamming down on the deck in a hard pile.
Timoteo’s immense hands came up over the railing of the ship, the unthinking behemoth he had become pulling itself up on to the deck. The ship was leaning over enough that it was turning the balance of everyone present haywire. When Timoteo spotted Bianca, injured with blood gushing from her mouth, tears running from her eyes, he made a beeline for Benedict. Benedict’s eyes actually went intimidated when the red giant came running for him, hands tightened into sledgehammer-like fists. Before he could get up on his feet, Bianca furiously held out her arms, gray light coming over her eyes as she hexed him. Benedict’s fear became terror when gray electricity flashed across his limbs, leaving him paralyzed, his body unwilling to respond. Timoteo fell upon Benedict like a lion grabbing at a gazelle. Holding him by his throat, he pulled him up until he was sitting, then proceeded to pummel the bandit king with a fist.
Within just a few hits, he had made a gash of Benedict’s cheek and temple, rattling the man’s head around with every blow. After fifteen hits, Benedict was wheezing for air, his eye swelling shut, a few teeth knocked loose and rattling around in his mouth. Timoteo grabbed Benedict with both hands, growling as he lifted him up. Darrah watched, completely flabbergasted, as Timoteo hefted the man up over himself. In his platemail, the man must’ve weighed well over two hundred pounds. Timoteo held Benedict up over himself, one hand at his gorget, the other at the bottom of his breastplate. Timoteo grunted as he threw Benedict forwards, tossing him like a rag doll, pitching him over the edge of the ship. Benedict hit the water with a loud splash. Without the use of his limbs, he was doomed. Bubbles rose up in the water as he sunk, the weight of his armour ensuring that he went ever-downwards. Grimm watched the bubbles for a few seconds, a little smile developing on his face.
His eyes misted over, and he went still. "Tim!" Darrah called out, watching the ship tip over more. Bianca tried to sit up, beginning to slide along the deck, heading for the water. Grimm’s body slipped over the railing, falling to the cold blue. Timoteo slid down the deck, the angle getting steeper with every second. He grabbed Bianca before she went too far, picking her up like a child. She could do nothing but hold on to him, Timoteo shifting her behind himself, letting her wrap her arms around his neck. He hopped over the railing of the sinking ship, hitting the water with a massive splash. Bianca screamed again when the water touched her injured jaw, the cold water flooding her with agony. She almost choked Timoteo with the strength of her grip, the pain flooding her making her unintentionally squeeze his neck with all her might. When Timoteo’s head broke the surface of the water, so did Bianca’s, Timoteo keeping her above the water as he swam for the pier.
The ship continued to lean over, sinking little by little, until barely a third of it was above the water. When Timoteo reached the pier, Darrah and Brute rushed over to the two, reaching out for Bianca. She reached up to them, taking a hand from each of them, getting helped up on to the dock by them. Timoteo grabbed at the dock and hefted himself up on to it, pulling himself clear from the water just as his spell ended. On his hands and knees, he let out another shout, his voice quickly lightening to his normal tone, no longer deep to an unnatural degree. In a flash, the beast created by Berserk flickered away, leaving the real Timoteo in it’s wake. Panting hard, he looked around, his eyes confused. What had happened? Where was Benedict? What had happened to Bianca? The last thing he remembered was watching Benedict ready Bianca’s knife as he stood over her. Then, everything just went black. "Skorm's teeth, Tim, that was amazing!" Brute exclaimed, kneeling down beside him.
He and Bianca were both shaking and shivering, tears streaming down from Bianca’s eyes, her chattering jaw torturing her. Timoteo reached out to her, touching her as he cast Heal Life, instantly mending her jaw. Bianca’s pain vanished, her eyes moving over to him, full of appreciation. "Wh-Where’s B-Bened-dict? G-Grimm?" Timoteo barely managed to say, so powerfully was his jaw chattering, his whole body shaking. "I think they’re both dead..." Darrah lightly said, her eyes moving over to the pool of water under the dock system. No bubbles could be seen anywhere in the water, both Grimm and Benedict had disappeared beneath the surface. Timoteo sighed faintly, closing his eyes momentarily. It was done. Benedict was gone. The evil he had committed had been avenged, to some degree. All that remained were the rest of his followers.
Alexander swung his warhammer into the chest of a bandit woman, shattering her ribs, forcing the shards to puncture her insides. She collapsed in a limp heap, Alexander glancing around. The sounds of combat in the fortress were beginning to die down, but the rumbling outside the fortress was continuing as strong as ever. Alexander held up his weapon, shouting out "To the gates! Finish them off!" The knights in the room around him let off a bloodthirsty cheer, rushing back through the fortress, making their way through the wing of the building. Craig walked deeper into the fortress, looking around for stragglers. He wasn’t much in favour of the idea of pulling out from the corners of the fortress when, for all they knew, Benedict was still alive. Alone, he crept deeper into the fortress, stepping over bodies littering the hallway he was taking. His eyes went up from the corpses on the floor when he heard people speaking, his pace quickening when he recognized his youngest sister’s voice.
He stepped out into an armoury of some sort, mostly cleared of all items of worth, very few pieces of armour or weapons left on the mannequins and racks, respectively. The floor was almost hidden beneath all the dead flesh and spilled blood, the corpses of bandits and knights alike spread out like so much clutter. He looked over to the side, faintly surprised to find the Heroes, his sister with them. Timoteo and Bianca were both drenched, shaking like Blue Mushroom addicts. Brute and Darrah had to help them walk, Brute helping Timoteo along, Darrah assisting Bianca. Grimm was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, you guys are alright. Father’s taking the men from this wing back to the gates. The rest in the fortress will figure it out." None of them said anything, Darrah and Brute glancing at Craig with bittersweet expressions painted on their faces. The life slowly drained from Craig’s face, confusion hitting his eyes. "Anything wrong? Why are you two so wet, anyway? Where’s Grimm?"
"Grimm’s dead...So is Benedict. He tried escaping, there’s a secret dockyard in a cave, back there." Brute calmly answered, nodding over his shoulder to the secret passageway behind them. Craig looked past Brute’s shoulder, eyeing the still-open escape tunnel. Darrah coolly muttered out "They’ve got some of our ships, Craig. Take a look at the boats, back there. Some of them are from our fleet." Craig looked at her with confusion. "Are you sure?" He asked. Darrah and Brute started to help Timoteo and Bianca along once again, Darrah saying "I’m positive. Now, we won’t be able to jump down there and help just yet. Tim and Bianca are gonna freeze to death if we don’t get them in front of a fire." Craig gave a nod, saying "Yeah, right. Alright, I’ll, uh...I’ll tell dad that Benedict’s out of the picture. I’m sure it’ll give the men a big boost in morale." Darrah simply responded by telling him they would join the others as soon as possible.
Craig watched them shuffle away, heading down a nearby hallway, disappearing around a corner. He couldn’t quite understand the low spirits they appeared to be in, but assumed that Grimm’s death was weighing heavily on them. He cast one last glance at the secret passageway before he hastily left the room, rushing back for the entrance to the fortress...
The fighting outside the fortress had been much more brutal than the combat within. The bandits had been getting the upper hand when Alexander and the rest of the knights came charging, rushing into the battle like a great surge of metal and blood. At the sight, Miller’s men assumed that the interior of the fortress had been cleared, and that the only remaining forces were those on the outside. Slowly, both halves of Miller’s archers began to descend their respective mountain ranges, hoping to get to the fight in time to aid their brothers and sisters in close-quarters combat. When Craig shouted out that Benedict had been killed, it had the desired effect; immediately, some bandits attempted to flee, while Alexander’s knights only fought with renewed zeal.
The battle raged for close to an hour, the snow stained with the blood of dozens upon dozens of individuals. When the bandits had been reduced to the final hundred, a mass retreat was attempted, the bandits moving back towards the nearest outpost. Alexander’s men only used that as an opportunity to shove the bandits into their own punji pits, impaling them on the metal spikes at the bottom of each frozen hole. The bandits had been reduced to two score when Alexander’s men ended their pursuit. A wild cheer rose up among the knights, guards, and scouts. Glory in victory! Benedict and his bandits had been defeated!
The aftermath brought to light an issue that had gone unforeseen by Alexander. When Darrah told him of her suspicions regarding Benedict’s secret dockyard, he and some of the others investigated to determine for themselves. It turned out Darrah was correct, Benedict had gotten his hands on numerous ships from Alexander’s fleet. Miller hastily sent some of his men to ascertain the fate of the rest of Alexander’s fleet, and returned with news of their startling discovery. Benedict had burned the rest of the fleet, having taken only a fraction of the total ships for himself. Using the ships that were left ensured that barely a third of Alexander’s men would be able to make the return trip. Alexander came to a quick decision. Multiple trips would be made, with the most able-bodied knights returning to Sundale first. Until the ships returned to pick up more knights, Alexander and the rest would stay at Hook Coast.
It was hoped that Alexander’s wounded would be able to receive treatment there, and would be in better shape to brave the cold trip back to the mainland. Alexander elected to stay behind, deciding not to return to the mainland until the final trip was being made. Alexander had wanted to see Benedict’s body for himself to confirm the man’s death, but neither he nor Grimm ever surfaced. The water of the secret grotto had become their shared tomb. The body of Anastasia was treated with the utmost of care. At first, it was decided that she would be given a funeral pyre, but that idea was quickly believed to be disrespectful. Given the apparent torture-by-burning Benedict had been subjecting her to, immolating her body was almost desecration. Along with the rest of Alexander’s dead, she was taken to the far side of the vale, buried deep in the snow. It would take a full two days before everyone and everything had been accounted for.
The dead of the bandits were left to rot in their hollow husk of a fortress, while as many of Alexander’s men as possible took residence on the ships Benedict had stolen. Alexander thanked Timoteo, Brute, and Bianca for their help with the battle, and urged them both to visit him at the estate once he had returned. There would be a grand celebration, he promised, and he hoped they would be there to take part in it. It would be a chance to feast on victory, and to drink to the fallen. They agreed, glad to have taken part in the battle, proud to have removed Benedict as a threat to Albion.
Privately, the Heroes each mourned for Grimm, but they took some small amount of solace in the fact that he had died fighting his enemy, instead of at the barrel of an Anti-Hero League member’s firearm. Darrah decided to stay behind with her father, while Brute wanted to head back to Alexander’s estate, wishing to see his baby sister Anna. Timoteo and Bianca were ready to teleport back to the Cullis Gate just outside Darkwood, and to get back to their quiet little home at the heart of the forbidding region. Everyone said their farewells, hugging and wishing each other well. Darrah gave Timoteo a kiss on his cheek and told him to take care of himself, something he answered with a tight hug. Timoteo and Bianca teleported away once the first of the ships had departed from Benedict’s secret dockyard, while Alexander, Darrah, and the majority of his forces began their trek towards the town of Hook Coast, the only real established community on the glacial island.
A week passed. Life for Timoteo and Bianca returned to the way they wanted it; quiet, peaceful, and safe. Grizelda had kept true to her word, having watered the duo’s crops while they were away. The crops had grown a fair bit, though still weren’t ready for harvesting just yet. They didn’t see Grizelda when they returned, nor did they find any letters from her left at the cottage, but they trusted she was still out and about, harassing Witchspotters whenever they stepped into the region. While waiting for Darrah to contact them about Alexander’s celebration, they did what they enjoyed most, making love and savouring each leisurely day with each other...
Timoteo stepped in through the cottage’s front door, a little smile on his face. He sighed lightly, carrying a new pack in his left arm, holding it close to his chest. He was dressed in some of the fancy clothes Darrah had lent to him, on his last stay at the estate. His shirt was red and thin, the collar open and showing off a bit of his chest. His pants were black, the boots on his feet dark brown in colour, loosely laced up. He sighed pleasantly as he shut the door behind himself, walking over into the kitchen, setting his pack down over the dinner table. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and started to unlace his boots. He heard her come down the stairs, her bare feet lightly patting the wooden steps as she descended. She stepped out on to the first floor, one hand on the staircase guardrail as she turned, looking over into the kitchen. She smiled when she saw him, her eyes going warm. He looked up at her as he pulled off a boot, smiling a little more.
She was wearing one of her translucent shirts, the only opaque parts in the fabric being the sparse rose designs. The roses came up by her hips, curling up on to her chest, playfully covering her nipples while leaving much of her globes on display. To go with her shirt, she wore only her tiny pair of black panties, the soft little undergarment shielding her bodily treasures from view. Her jewellery, stockings, and garter belt were all upstairs, in the bedroom; the two had been having a fairly lazy day, before Abel had winged to them with news of a travelling trader. Timoteo had taken the opportunity to head out and see what the man’s wares were, carrying a small sack of gold and jewels with him. He had ended up spending most of the gold, as well as several of the jewels, in order to buy a few interesting items. The new pack had been the first thing to catch his eye, a few health and mana potions going with it. He had bought a few condoms off of the trader, as well.
Timoteo had thought he would be embarrassed to buy such a thing, but facing the situation in reality was much less embarrassing than he had imagined. A black silk blindfold went along with the condoms, a suggestive gift Timoteo was interested in making full use of. He had bought a small satchel of both firearm slugs and black powder as well, making sure Bianca had all she needed to go out and hunt for meaty meals. And, finally, one little surprise he had for her, gently placed inside the pack. It had been unlike anything he had ever seen, the mage quick to purchase it for his beloved. He pulled off his other boot as she walked over, making little noise in her approach. "Was there anything interesting?" She softly asked, eyeing his new pack. "A few things...I saw something I thought you might like, though." He warmly answered. Bianca looked at him with curiosity, an undeniable hint of excitement in her eyes. "Oh?" She murmured, stepping up to him.
She delicately sat down on his lap, her right side towards him. She affectionately leaned over, her hands resting together in her lap as she touched her side to his chest, her forehead touching to the side of his head. He smiled at the feeling of her soft, curvy tush, pressing into his thighs under her weight. He reached up with his left arm, holding her by her left hip, his right arm reaching over to his tough brown pack. Slipping his hand inside, he immediately found his gift, smiling happily as he pulled it out. "Here...I hope you like it." He quietly said, bringing it closer to her. Bianca brought her face from his hair, looking over. A faint gasp passed her lips, her eyes lighting up. A big smile shone on her face at the sight of the gift. It was a rose, the petals black as night, as if they had been dipped in ink. The trader had looked at Timoteo a little peculiarly for his interest in the rose, but he wasn’t foolish enough to let it linger, lest it jeopardize the sale.
It mattered little to the trader, what Timoteo wanted to do with his coin. Timoteo had noticed the look, but he had had faith that Bianca would enjoy the unusual rose. Her eyes shone with affection and appreciation, one hand slowly coming up to the gift. The thorns had already been removed from the stem, leaving it safe to touch. He almost grinned at her reaction. "Thank you, it’s beautiful...I love it..." She murmured, delicately taking it in her hand. She gazed at it for a moment or two before she gently took his hand in her free one, slipping her hand into his and threading fingers with him. She lifted it near her chin, breathing in some of the flower’s scent, the delicate fragrance tickling her nose. She moved a bit closer to him, closing her eyes, lovingly pressing her lips to his in a slow, sensual kiss. Timoteo kissed her just as affectionately, a tremble running down his spine as some of her soft, smooth hair brushed against the side of his face, her blueberry scent playing with his senses.
They kissed a few times before she brought her hand up across his chest, going for his right shoulder. Holding the black rose near the side of his neck, she slowly stuck out the tip of her tongue, flicking it at his lips. He parted them, reaching out with his own, meeting her’s in a hot, moist embrace. The kiss was lengthy, Bianca releasing his hand and drifting her free hand up to the back of his neck, feeling her fingers into his hair as they massaged their tongues together. Tasting her quickly got a reaction from him, a certain stiffness developing down below, pushing up against her luscious bottom. Her cheeks started to go red at the sensation, tingles appearing between her thighs. She wrapped her lips around his tongue, giving his tip a delicate suck as she pulled her head back. She swallowed quietly, her bedroom eyes meeting his momentarily. She smiled slightly, closing her eyes, touching her forehead to his. She stroked the back of his neck, Timoteo resting his free hand over her thighs, rubbing around and enjoying her smooth, milky skin.
For a second or two, her mouth hung open a crack, but once she had worked past a little bit of embarrassment, the words came out in a faint murmur. "...I’ve...Been a bad girl..." Timoteo slowly started to smile. "I don’t believe you." He playfully replied, giving her chin a little kiss. Bianca nibbled at her bottom lip for a moment, smiling with excitement. She moved her head over, bringing the side of her face to his. Pressing her chest into his, her immense bosom pushed up against him, sending a little jolt down his spine. She slowly pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw, putting butterflies in his stomach, their wings fluttering around and tickling him. "It’s true..." She whispered, by his ear. The hand Timoteo kept over her thighs smoothed over, brushing over her groin before moving up to her belly, petting her. "...Do you think you should be punished, then?..." Bianca’s whole face started to go red and burn, her smile getting bigger.
"Well...If that’s what you think is necessary, I can’t argue...I..." She quietly mumbled, trailing off. He grinned a little, giving her tummy an affectionate rub. "Up to the bedroom...I have just the thing in mind." Bianca gave him another kiss on the side of the neck before she slowly started to rise to her feet, casting a mock pout his way, her eyes playfully dejected. "Okay...I’m going..." She softly said, teasing him more with her reluctant tone. Timoteo smiled as he stood up, watching Bianca’s tush wiggle as she walked, her curvy hips naturally swaying as she moved. He grabbed his pack, going after her a little quickly. When he reached her, he brought his free hand up to her rump, giving her a tender little squeeze. "Faster." He fondly urged. Bianca’s face burned as she became more flustered. She almost darted up the stairs, prompting him to chase after her, a little giggle coming from Bianca as he rushed up the stairs.
He set his new pack down on the floor, at the foot of their bed. Bianca gave him a demure look, her voice soft and coy as she murmured out "Surely, my punishment won’t be too severe?...What did you have in mind?..." Timoteo crossed his arms over his chest, the warm look on his face at odds with the firm tone in his voice. "You need to undress completely. Take it all off." Bianca lowered her chin, looking up at Timoteo a little pleadingly. She fiddled with the strings of her underwear, playing with them bashfully. "A-All of it?..." She gently repeated. He gave a nod, his stern tone persisting. "No other way." He merely said. Bianca pouted out her bottom lip, giving a gentle little whine. She started to pull her shirt off, bringing it up over her head, exposing the pale mountains of her ample chest. She slowly dropped her shirt to the wooden floor, then slipped her hands under the strings of her little black panties. She glanced at the bulge in his pants, then looked up to his eyes, lovingly gazing into them as she leaned over a little.
She slipped her underwear down her legs, letting the little garment fall down around her ankles. She stepped one foot to the side, raised the other one, and pulled her panties away from herself. She tossed her panties over to the foot of the bed, then met his eyes and stood still, awaiting his punishment. He merely looked at her for a few seconds, smiling to himself, red tingling in his cheeks. The situation had a very erotic quality, to Bianca. She was completely nude, while he was still fully dressed. She was utterly exposed and vulnerable, while he was still protected by the veil of clothing. She wasn’t sure why the situation was so arousing, but she couldn’t deny the pulses throbbing between her legs. Timoteo’s eyes drifted down the swell of her breasts, lingering over her stiff, pink nipples before heading further downwards. He wanted to kiss her tummy, to smell her skin, to feel her breathe under his lips. Her soft, black patch of pubic hair couldn’t hide how her puffy womanhood was blushing with wanting, the valley of her plump mound beginning to glisten with moisture.
She watched him examine her, feeling teased with how he was making her wait. Suddenly, he approached, her breath catching in her throat. He brought his hands up to her chest, lifting her breasts slightly as he gave her a delicate squeeze, massaging her globes around. Bianca gently pressed her thighs together, the throbbing of her nether bits consuming her thoughts, demanding all of her focus. Timoteo smiled, looking down into her eyes, watching the wanting in her eyes grow as he played with her. "I need you to lie down on the bed, for this...I’ve got something I’d like for you to wear, I can put it on you..." Interest flared in Bianca’s eyes. "What are you going to do?...I still don’t know what my punishment is..." Bianca cooed with an affectionate smile, her half-closed eyes gazing into his. Timoteo smiled widely, released her bosom, and told her part of what he intended to do. "I’ve got a soft blindfold I’d like you to wear...Then, I want to use the bed sheets and tie your ankles and wrists to the corners of the bed...And the rest will be a surprise."
At the sound of the blindfold idea, Bianca’s smile grew with excitement. When he said he wanted to tie her up, though, her knees went weak. A sudden blaze of lust burned through her body, spreading out from her nether bits. Her breathing intensified, a heavy combination of adrenaline and arousal making her heart pound in her chest. "R-Really?" She barely managed to say, before hastily sitting down on the edge of the bed. Timoteo smiled, stepped off to the side, and reached into his pack. He pulled out a long, thin cloth, holding it up. Thin silver designs went along the fabric, going down one side of the blindfold in curling patterns. The blindfold was close to a meter long, more than long enough to ensure a proper knot was keeping the blindfold in place. "I’m serious. If you’ve been so naughty, then I’ve got a special kind of punishment in mind, today." Timoteo teased, grinning a little. Bianca swallowed some excess saliva.
Eagerly, she scooched over until she was over the middle of the bed, lying down. She raised her arms up above herself, resting them by her head, over their pillows. "I-I’m ready!..." Bianca anxiously murmured, looking at him happily, smiling trustingly. He blushed at her readiness, chuckling affectionately as he started to crawl over the bed...
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