Chapter 51: A dark and stormy night

Chapter 51: A dark and stormy night

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Ben knelt by Harmony's still form, helping the old man who had named himself Diego care for her wounds. They wrapped her torso tight with bandages, and the bleeding was slowing, but the wound on her shoulder was getting worse as they watched.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

"You fought an evil servant of the dark. Its bite is far worse than his claws. See how the skin is turning yellow and black around the punctures? Some poison or spell is at work here corrupting the wound." Ben could see the glimmer of magic on the wound, and actually see the corruption spreading. This was bad and he'd used his only healing potion already.

"All these paladins? Don't they have spells or laying of hands or all sorts of 'fight the evil' sort of magic? Why isn't anyone doing anything."

Diego sighed. "Because they are exhausted and wounded. They have been fighting constantly for the last day and night, and only that healing magic has kept them all in the fight. Two hours ago, they ran out of healing and the wolves slowly weaken us with each charge."

Lightning flashed on a nearby hill with a tall outcropping of rock. The thunder rolled over the camp and a foul smell was on the wind. Diego picked up two corners of the blanket Harmony lay on. "Quick, lad, help me move her under the wagon, the rain returns and it is a foul piece of magic."

They had just gotten under cover when the first drops came down. The rain smelled of rotten eggs and dead things. The paladins kept it off of them as best they could, but rotted cloaks and pitted armor were evidence of the rain’s slow decay. Diego explained, "The rain has followed us for days and grown in power as we grow weaker. It saps the spirit and putrefies the wounds. Worse, it seems to empower and heal the undead.

Harmony moaned in pain. Her face was flushed and her skin felt hot. Ben felt furious at his inability to help. He hated ACME for making him so weak. He had been nearly useless in the fight with the wolves. He was angry at the paladins for not being able to heal Harmony, but had to be honest that at least they could fight where he could only cower under a wagon.

"Can you teach me a healing spell? I have mana, I can heal her. Or find some way to give you my mana? Hell, put me in the paladin club so I can lay hands on her." Diego said nothing, but a paladin standing near the wagon answered. "Look dude, it doesn't work that way. If you wanted to be a paladin, you should have taken the class and done the quests like the rest of us. You can't just learn to Lay Hands by trying hard." Not a paladin, Ben realized, just a player. No help there; he'd probably charge for a Lay Hands spell if he had one.

"Not necessarily true, young one. Not all learning is from quests or study. Granted, it's a lot more effective that way. But in the days of my training, they still taught the laying of hands in the old way. I'm willing to try if you are." Diego looked at the courier beside him. He had little hope this would work, but the young man obviously cared for his partner, and watching her rot away in front of him was eating him alive.

"Just tell me what to do," Ben whispered.

"Names are important, let’s start with that. I am Lord Inquisitor Diego Sebastian De Leon, if you are ready to learn, I will teach."

"I am Benjamin Franklin, the 7th of that name, and I am willing to learn from you."

Diego placed Ben's hand on the putrefying wound, followed by his hand on Ben's. "Your hand will heal, mine will provide the spark. Put your left hand on mine now. And mine will go on top of that. My hand will stir your power, your hand will provide for the healing. This is a blunt way to learn. Use your love for her, your defiance of death, your need to succeed. Use any thought that will help you take the spark of healing from an old man and use it to save her."

"On last thing Benjamin Franklin, the 7th of that name. Will you pay a price if one is asked?"

"Yes. I don't care. Let's do this."

Diego nodded and concentrated. Ben could ing from the old man. It was pushing through him and onward into Diego’s other hand. Diego's hands started to glow. Now Ben could feel a warmth entering his right hand that rested on Harmony.

"Think of healing her Ben. Think of the light driving out the corruption. Imagining it in the best way you can. And if you have a patron god or goddess who watches over you, invoke their name."

Chartok charged at the human. Strangely the human was running straight at him. Convenient. But concentrating on the nearest target, he failed to see the woman further back. Harmony was pale and weak, but her aim was still good enough that two of the bolts she fired hit. One lodged in the beast’s neck, causing some pain and lighting the fur on fire. But the other went deep into the wolfs eye, blinding it on its left side.

Ben dived and rolled to the wolfs blind side as it leapt at him. Chartok completely lost sight of the human and charged at Harmony and Diego. Diego saw Ben roll to the side of the wolf, and grab hold of its fur, pulling himself astride the beast. His whip wrapped around the neck twice. Ben held both ends in one hand like reins of a horse as he tightened the improvised garrot around Chartok’s neck. His other hand held tightly to the loop of tough leather.

The wolf was infuriated and mad with the pain of the blessed bolt in his eye. He twisted and rolled, even bucked like a horse. But try as he might, the wolf couldn't dislodge the human clinging to his back. Ben held on for dear life as the beast rolled over and over and snapped at him. He was taking small wounds, but avoiding the wolfs jaws. He couldn't do this for long, but he didn't need too.

Too intent on the horribly annoying human riding him like a hobby horse, Chartok failed to see Sir Gabriel and Sir Reeves charging at him. Gabriel’s great sword swung low, severing a back leg at the knee. Reeves strike came down across the spine just above the tail. Ben took no chances when he saw the sword swinging down and flipped over the front of the wolf, rolling as far as he could.

Chartok snarled and snapped at the men, but without the use of his hind legs, he didn't have the reach to get to them. They struck him again and again. The fight was over. His pack quickly being destroyed, and his mana spent to conjure up the Storm of Decay, he had nothing left. With a last howl, he slumped on the ground, his body rapidly decaying in the sunlight; the last of his pack falling dead at the feet of the relieved paladins.

Quest Fulfilled. Diego of Brackerton Village has slain The Chicken Thief.

Reward: 50 EP, Increased respect of Farmer Brown, and an invitation to Sunday Dinner.

Gabriel looked at Diego. "Chicken Thief?"

Diego chuckled loudly. "My first quest when I was twelve summers old and hunting a nuisance of a wolf with my brothers. We never caught him, and I never finished the quest. Until today."

Quest Fulfilled.

Chartok the Eternal Wolf has been driven from the lands surrounding the Hollywood.

Rewards:

-Paladins who survived the fight gain the title 'Wolfbane'.

-All couriers, paladins, and inquisitors receive 1000 EP towards their class, and 1000 EP that may be allocated to appropriate stat skills.

-A golden chest may be found nearby in a glade by a waterfall. Gifts for the victors await.

Sir Reeves yelled at the junior brothers. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go find that chest! I'm sure a few of us can tidy up the camp and burn what's left of these wolves. "

Ben helped Harmony to a comfortable spot against a tree and they watched the sun rise. Both were asleep within a minute. Diego found a spare blanket to cover them with. Then the old Inquisitor pulled out a pipe and started to smoke while he pondered this new puzzle.

"Just who are you, Benjamin of the House of Franklin and where did you come from? Such a conundrum. Untrained and without a spark of radiance, yet you healed the sick and were aided by a divine power."

"And what price will you have to pay?"

If he concentrated, he could just see a small fire burning in his soul. It hadn't been there when Ben had thundered into camp holding a dying companion.