The Wedding of the Age

Almoldo At Last

The fields of the small island were ablaze with battle. Groups of slaves scrimmaged against squads of Liberators. Swords and makeshift weapons clashed in the sands while men fought for life and freedom. The light of the setting Sun flooded the entrance hall of the compound as the front doors burst open.  In rushed Sedulous Cormorant, Righteous Justice, and a small company of slaves.  Cormorant raced down the halls, cutting down anyone who stood in his path. Liberators watched as the Exalt rushed past, only to realize after that they had been met with his spear.  Justice followed, ordering the slaves to engage any small pockets of resistance they encountered.

It was quiet when Justice entered the banquet hall.  What had moments ago housed the entirety of the Liberator battery, now stood hushed with only a handful of men.  Wind rustled through the windows and into the room over the still set tables and full mugs.  The culmination of battles, sailing, and running would end here.  Justice spoke first, his goremaul held high at Almoldo.  “You stand guilty of the high crime of slavery.  No matter what your government, religion, or law, each man knows in his heart of hearts that no one should be held under the shackles of another.”  He knew his words would fall on deaf ears, but perhaps it was just enough to distract them as Cormorant leaped from the shadows, blade outreached.  Almoldo was slow, but his lieutenant Grizzly was not.  His own goremaul met the spear as the attacker tumbled to the floor.  Almond, Grizzly and the two others sprung to meet the invaders. 

The one called Peppy lunged at the Marquis de Dau.  Dau bent low at the waist as Peppy’s daiklave swung wildly, embedding itself in the wall behind the Solar.  The Marquis brought his fist up into Peppy.  The enemy staggered backwards, ripping his sword from the foundation before making another approach.  The Exalt was light on his feet. In one swift movement he dodged around the oncoming weapon and produced his own blade from his pockets. The knife, fused with an exotic poison, cut shallowly into the attacker. Peppy staggered, being pulled through by the power of his own attack. His body slammed into the walls with a slump as the poisons coursed through his veins. His breathing quickened, pulling less and less air into his body with each second.

Another weapon came crashing down towards Dau who brought his hands together.  Though he had prevented the daiklave from cutting into him, the shear force of the blow knocked the Night to the ground. The Solar stammered to his feet, but Serious waisted no time before his next attack.  The bladed weapon slammed into the core of the Marquis de Dau.  His body was sent skywards, breaking the wooded rafters of the hall, before falling back motionlessly onto the cold stone floor.

Chef Cobb had happily relinquished his guise of a taken slave.  He brought his fist down hard on a table sending a chopping knife into the air.  He swooped forward, clutching the airborne knife in hand and brought it towards Serious.  Serious raised his daiklave up, meeting the knife before it embedded itself in him. The two pushed back from one another, sizing up their opponents. Serious rushed towards the Exalt. Cobb grabbed another knife from the table and used the two to catch the daiklave. The Night threw the attack to the side and brought himself close to his enemy. The scene was a blur of metal as the knives cut into his enemy. Serious pulled himself away and examined his wounds. Another wild swing came at the chef. The knife in his right hand came to block, but the tool was little match for the artifact weapon. The daiklave cut away at the outer layer of his disguise and ripsped at the surface of his skin.

Almoldo paced the hall, watching his loyal men engage the Solars.  Across from him stood Justice with the chaos of battle in between. He hadn’t been expecting Almoldo’s speed as the leader bound into the air in the rafters of the hall.  Justice’s eyes had barely caught him before Almoldo was coming down right on top of him, brandishing twin khatari. The Zenith ducked behind the stone pillar next to him. The blades in Almoldo’s hands scrapped against the side of the pillar, showering down sparks as steel met stone.  He recovered from his dive just as Justice appeared again, this time bringing his goremaul swinging at his target.  Almoldo ducked low as the hammer slammed into the stone pillar. The pillar shifted slightly before a torrent of rocks came raining down forcing Almoldo to dive out of the way.  The dust hadn’t yet cleared when Almoldo plunged forward through it.  Justice brought his hammer up to block the fast approaching khatar.  His fist was pushed aside, but not without the blade cutting into the Exalts arm.  Justice leaped backwards.  He took a minute to consider his enemy.  By this point it was obvious to the heroes they were not fighting mortal men. The Solar eternalized his essence. Sparks of energy jumped from his body into the surroundings.  Justices brought his grand goremaul over head, crashing down towards his enemy in a series of strikes.  Almoldo stepped out of the way seemingly with ease, dodging each pummel as the hammer met the ground with a sequence of thunderous claps.  The hammer met the ground one last time when Almoldo saw his opening.  His left fist came in hard and fast. The blade dug deep into Justice’s flank, piercing him severely.

“We’re no use to anyone if we are dead.” shouted the Zenith.

“Everyone, make haste.” came the reply from the last standing Night.

Cobb scooped up the broken body of their comrade as they retreated from the room.  With one hand guarding his wound, Justice used the other to swing his goremaul into the stone walls, leaving a pile of debris to slow down any pursuers.  The Sun was just falling past the skyline as the Solars exited the compound. The battle between the slaves and the Liberators appeared to have gone better than their own.  Cormorant called for a retreat. Justice organized as many out going ships as he could manage, ordering slaves to flee the island. Chef Cobb hurried up the ramp of the Harlequin Bird, heaving the body of the Marquis onto a makeshift hospital bed. The Harlequin Bird took to flight, leaving among the mass of sailing ships on the ocean face below. The ship’s crew, the Solars, and a handful of new refugees watched as the last sign of the Sun disappeared behind the horizon.



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