Episode 4: The Soul Hunt – Pt. 1

The sun was beginning to set when Illidari Perch finally came into view.

Like most outposts in the area, this one was controlled by the demon hunters. No central authority existed among their ranks, but usually one of the more powerful illidari would step up as an outpost commander. If they were lucky, that would be their first interaction here.

When the gryphon carrying Fÿnn set down on the rocky ledge, he was quickly approached by the lean and muscular Illidari Enforcer that watched over the animals.

Behind him, two more creatures landed, one carrying Iliera, and another with an older paladin that had offered to help Fÿnn and Iliera. His name was Aethelwolfe, a veteran of the Silver Hand and a founding member of the Academy of Hope.

Nearby, Fÿnn recognized Aebaloth standing nearby. He was a demon hunter, like the rest. Finally, a large bird swooped down from overhead, shifting into the form of a night elf just before touchdown. She landed gently on her feet and smiled warmly at Iliera and Fÿnn. Her name was Daliluin. Another founding member of the Academy, she was a helpful druid that worked tirelessly against the demonic hordes.

So together they gathered, the five of them, exchanging short greetings with one another before Iliera brought them up to speed on the events that had transpired before.

As she spoke, however, another Illidari approached them.

“I am Tormash,” the demon hunter started, his voice gruff and dark. “I am commander of this outpost. I do not know what brings you here, adventurers, but we have no inn, no tavern, and no time for strangers. I suggest you move on.”

“We’ve come on business,” Aethelwolfe replied, stepping forward. His gray hair was long and flowed easily across his wrinkled face as he walked. The Light shown through magical enchants on his shoulders and weapon, and he stood as the perfect antithesis to the demon hunter that had approached the group.

“What business?” Tormash asked, his voice sounding suspicious.

“It doesn’t concern you,” the paladin replied. “In fact, it might be best if—”

Iliera stepped up now, quickly moving between the two as tension built between them.

“Greetings, Tormash,” she said calmly. “I assure you we do not intend to stay long. We have come to discuss a matter with one of your Illidari.”

“Who is it you seek?” Tormash asked curiously.

“Vellia Doomslicer,” Iliera answered.

“Doomslicer? The traitor?”

“Traitor?” Fÿnn asked. “What do you mean?”

“She abandoned her post,” Tormash replied with a gesture to a nearby cauldron. “Up and gone without a word. We fear she has turned to the Legion.”

“Or she was taken hostage,” Daliluin suggested. “Have you considered—”

“Investigate if you will,” Tormash snapped at the druid. “You are wasting my time. When you are finished, I suggest you be on your way.”

With that, Tormash stepped away from the group, returning to a few other demon hunters that were nearby.

“Lovely,” Fÿnn said with a frown. “Shall we investigate?”

The camp didn’t reveal much at first glance, it was clear that Vellia’s post was abandoned, but so were several other posts around the outskirts of the perch. In addition, Daliluin noted that Vellia had left behind several vital supplies that would have been helpful to her if she really was leaving for good.

As they looked around, Fÿnn noticed that several of the demon hunters had practically altered their entire patrol just to avoid passing close to them. “Anyone else getting the vibe that we might not be wanted here?” he asked.

“That could be because of me,” Aebaloth said, standing with his back away from the camp. “They’re not exactly friendly with me.”

“What? Why not? Aren’t you one of them?” Fÿnn asked.

“Not exactly,” Aebaloth said with a sigh. “I am one of them, but I have my own reasons for taking on this burden. I’m not some illidari fanatic.”

Fÿnn was going to say more, but then Aethelwolfe broke his train of thought.

“I found something,” the older paladin called, waving the others toward him. “Not good.”

Iliera crossed the post with Fÿnn right behind. They all glanced around where Aethelwolfe was standing. At first, Fÿnn was confused, but then he saw it. The tangled supplies, the scrape marks all through the dirt and the deep trenches where feet had tried to hold steady. There had been a struggle here.

Then, there was the blood. A lot of blood. It was dried into the dirt and stone floor. A path of it dripped away from the outpost, down the steep hill and toward the south. Only a few feet in that direction, the group discovered the broken tip of a glaive.

“The blood isn’t old,” Daliluin said, kneeling over a large pool of it. “This struggle didn’t happen a long time ago.”

“Then we must follow the trail,” Iliera said. “Vellia could be in grave danger!”

Following the blood trail was easy enough thanks to Aebeloth’s tracking abilities. He simply used his spectral sight to view the blood. Since it was tainted with demonic essence, it lit up light a bonfire.

The further inland they traveled, the darker it became. Fÿnn felt his power over the Light becoming difficult to grasp, and Daliluin started to grow pale from the poisonous fumes of the fel energy that festered all around.

When the blood trail ended at the mouth of a large cave, everyone knew they were in for at least some kind of confrontation. Peering inside, they saw what they were up against. A large demon stood guard.

“That guys is massive,” Fÿnn said, looking around. “Maybe there’s another way in?”

“We should kill it,” Aethelwolfe said firmly. “It’s a demon and we’re here to kill demons.”

“I agree,” Iliera said with a nod.

“What if it knows where Vellia is?” Daliluin asked.

“What do you suggest?” Fÿnn asked. “You think we should talk to it?”

“We could do that,” Aebaloth replied. “I can speak demonic. What should I ask it?”

“We can also kill it,” Aethelwolfe repeated.

“If it doesn’t want to talk, then we kill it,” Iliera said, softening her resolve.

The older paladin frowned. “I don’t like it.”

“It’ll be fine,” Fÿnn said with a boyish grin. “The sooner we try talking, the sooner we can get slaying.”

Aebaloth nodded and headed into the cave.

The massive demon looked at the arrival for a moment, but did not move.

“Ered’nash havik yrthog” Aebeloth said loudly to the demon, his demonic words causing Fÿnn to get a chill down his spine.

“Shaza-kiel!” the demon yelled in response.

Suddenly, Fÿnn felt a clamp come down on him, and he couldn’t move. He shouted to Iliera and she confirmed the same, as did Aethelwolfe and Daliluin.

They were trapped. Only Aebeloth stood against the demon now.

“The Light isn’t strong enough to break the bonds,” Aethelwolfe grumbled. “Not in this wretched place.”

Then, a crackle of magical energy caught Fÿnn’s attention. He turned to see that Daliluin had transformed, shaping into an animal to break the demonic bonds over her, before turning back into her elf form. She gave the others a quick smile and then charged forward as the demon made his first swipe against Aebaloth.

Together, the two overcame the creature with a speed and efficiency that was expected, but still glorious to watch. Fÿnn had been fighting demons for months now, all across the broken isles, but being frozen in place gave him a chance to truly stop and watch the mastery of his fellow academy members.

They moved together, two units locked against a single monstrous foe. Despite Daliluin’s weakness from the fel energy, she controlled the power of nature as though it was simply second nature. Aebaloth, half-demon, thrived on the energy around him, pulling more power as he needed it and continuing to grow more powerful against the enemy.

The fight lasted less than a full minute, and when the demon fell, the magical bonds holding the others in place immediately slipped away. Fÿnn nearly fell over as he’d relaxed in the trapped position, letting the fel magic hold him up.

“Well done, you two!” Aethelwolfe said as he shook off the effects of the demon’s magic.

“What do you think he was guarding?” Fÿnn asked.

“I don’t know,” Iliera replied. “We’re going to find out.”

The group proceeded past the fallen foe and traveled a short ways before they found the cave ended with a dark chamber. Fÿnn was about to call upon the Light for guidance, when the room suddenly started to glow an eerie green. As the cave grew brighter, the walls of the cavern became covered with lines of green light. There were scrawls and scribbles painted in what appeared to be fel blood.

“What is this?” Iliera asked, stepping closer to the lines. As she did so, the lines took shape into various symbols, pulsing and moving, crawling across the walls. “Is this a language?”

Daliluin was already holding a book in her hands, where she retrieved it from Fÿnn was unsure, but she flipped through the pages, glancing back up the at symbols every so often. Then, she gave a wide smile and nodded, more to herself than to the rest of the group.

“This is an old demonic language. It’s the words of the dreadlords.”

“Can you translate it?” Aethelwolfe asked.

“Not exactly,” she admitted. “I can, however, interpret some of the symbols. See, look at how this one loops around the other? That’s a sign for a transference of some kind and—”

Daliluin stopped talking. As she finished her explanation of the symbol, it began to morph into the common language. Suddenly, Fÿnn was staring at simple words that he could understand. Not all of it, but at least the part that Dal had interpreted.

“How did you do that?” Aebaltoh inquired.

“I didn’t,” she replied. “It just… happened.”

Aebaloth turned back to the wall then and gave a wicked grin. “I think I can do this.”

He was silent for a moment, staring intently at the writing, and then, slowly, as it scrolled by, the words began to mutate into common. Fÿnn was amazed at what he was watching.

“It’s a demonic spell,” Aebaloth explained, not breaking his attention from the wall. Shared magic that allows a hidden language to be seen amongst trusted parties. In other words, my mind is translating it for you.”

“That’s insane,” Fÿnn replied.

“LOOK!” Iliera shouted.

By now, the words had all nearly translated to common, and Fÿnn realized that the words were mostly names. He recognized a few of them right away. Many of them were heroes from the Broken Shore, while others were adventurers he’d met over the last few months. Then, right in the middle of the list, he saw it.

Sionis Sepher.

“It’s a soul binding,” Aebaloth continued. “They’re holding the souls of all these people.”

“What will they do with them?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “Thankfully, they included the location and leader for the ceremony to transfer the souls.”

“Location and leader?” Aethelwolfe asked.

Aebaloth gestured to the remaining writing on the wall. It identified the soul binding ceremony and labeled Inquisitor Tivos as the ceremonial master. They would be siphoning the souls aboard the necropolis Soul Render.

“We have to keep moving!” Iliera said, stepping toward the cave exit. “If they have Sionis’ soul, it’s only a matter of time before they destroy it!”

“Or worse,” Aethelwolfe grumbled. Let’s go!”


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