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Deja-Vu

Author: 
Ix
Old Vault Category: 
fanfiction
Old Vault ID: 
110

Sham's brow furrowed in thought. There it was again. That damned door. Surely he had passed this way before? Many times. He took a deep breath and, with his leather armour creaking, settled himself down in front of the door. He placed his long-sword on the ground next to his right hand and fumbled in one of his pouches for the lock-picks and tools that he would need to open the lock on the door.

Sham looked back to his two companions. Shilra'tel the Elven ranger and Vas the Human Cleric/Mage. Shilra'tel was wearing studded leather armour and wielding her two short-swords. As ever she was ready for action. Vas, on the other hand, looked about ready to collapse from exhaustion. He was leaning on his mace and his crude wooden holy symbol dangled down from the cord about his neck as his breath rasped in and out. He was garbed in a dark, shimmering cloak that made him hard to see in the dim light from the moon shining down through the many skylights in the corridor.

They had entered the house an hour ago. Their purpose was to end a life. They would be well paid for their task. They had knocked out the two guards in the lower halls and hidden them in some large closets under the stairs. Unfortunately they had not been so lucky when they reached the upper level. Through pure bad luck two more guards patrolling the long corridors had surprised them. It had been a nasty fight and if it hadn't been for Vas' quick thinking in casting the silence spell all hell would have surely broken loose as the guards shouted for help. But the battle had cost Shilra'tel dearly and she had been severely wounded by one of the guards before Vas had managed to club him over the head with his mace. Healing Shilra'tel and the casting of the silence spell had exhausted Vas and Sham wondered how much use he would be if things got ugly again.

Sham settled his nerves and took a deep breath. "Be careful of the poison dart", he thought. How had he known about that? He checked the door jam and sure enough there it was, a trigger mechanism and a poison dart. He carefully inserted a thin sliver of wood into the trigger and disabled the dart firing mechanism.

The lock was easy. The number-3 pick first and then the number-5. "Simple", he thought. But there again the question rose unasked for in his mind, "How had he known about that?" Looking intently at the lock he inserted the number 3 and then the number 5 picks. A few seconds later a faint click told him he had been successful.

Sham beckoned Vas over and leaning close to his ear he said, "Do you have the strength to cast a protection from poison spell?"

Vas nodded his head and after signalling Shilra'tel to stand close he began mumbling the prayer that would grant the three companions invulnerability to all poisons for a limited time.

Again a thought rose unbidden through Sham's mind, "Why poison?"

A few seconds later Vas fell quiet and nodded to Sham and Shilra'tel indicating the spell was complete. He looked even worse now, if that was possible. His eyes appeared to have sunken within his face and his skin had a waxy pallor to it that looked decidedly unhealthy.

Sham pointed at the door then at himself and Shilra'tel and indicated that they would enter first followed by Vas. He bent down and picked up his sword and with a glance at Shilra'tel he slowly opened the door.

The room was dark and quiet. Gingerly he stepped inside knowing that the gas trap just inside the door would fire as he stepped on it. The thought rose unbidden in his mind, "How did he know about the gas trap?"

Suddenly there was a quiet hissing sound and a faint white fog drifted down from the ceiling to cover the three companions. It had a faint metallic taste to it and he knew that to breath it without poison protection was instant death. He smiled back at Vas and they moved into the room.

On the other side of the room stood a doorway. It lead to the inner chamber of the man they had come to kill. Sham knew that he was a powerful necromancer and they had been contracted by the Temple of Helm to end his existence. He knew that to step into the chamber beyond would result in almost instantaneous death when the necromancer fired off his contingency spells. Again Sham wondered how on earth he could possibly know that the necromancer had a chain of contingency spells that would destroy the small party should they enter the chamber through the door without magical protection.

Sighing, Sham whispered to Vas and asked him, "Do you have enough strength left for one more protection spell?"

Vas nodded and again began the mumbling prayer that would protect the three from most other magic. This prayer took a while longer to complete that the previous one and after a minute Vas fell quiet and signalled with his hand it was finished.

The three companions crept to the inner chamber doorway. Peering through the open door Sham could see the necromancer laying, fully clothed, on his bed. There were no windows to this room and only the reflected light from the hallway allowed him to see the large carpet that covered the floor before the bed. Perhaps this time they would succeed.

"This time?" thought Sham. "What the hell do I mean by this time? I have never been here before! Have I?"

He shrugged off the thought and signalled to Shilra'tel that they should charge the sleeping necromancer. He looked at Vas, and indicated that he should remain where he is and cast support spells where necessary. Vas and Shilra'tel nodded their understanding.

Sham signalled the attack and together he and Shilra'tel charged into the room. Sham was the first to step on the carpet. Without warning its edges curled up and in the blink of an eye it had wrapped itself about his body and begun to squeeze. Shilra'tel tripped on the trailing edge of the carpet as it animated and fell full length on the floorboards well short of the bed, her swords falling from her hands and skating out of reach across the room.

The necromancer sat up on the bed and the last thing Sham saw before darkness took him was an evil look of glee in his eyes.

* * *

"Damn", said John, "At least the Auto-save means I don't lose much this time."

* * *

Sham's brow furrowed in thought. There it was again. That damned door. Surely he had passed this way before? Countless times. He took a deep breath and, with his leather armour creaking, settled himself down in front of the door. He placed his long-sword on the ground next to his right hand and fumbled in one of his pouches for the lock-picks and tools that he would need to open the lock on the door.

Sham looked back to his two companions....

 

Deja-vu © Ix

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