[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

The fireball was already dancing before Renata's eyes by the time she heard Tiras shout. Just as suddenly, Raye was there to shield her. "Keep away from him, Tiras!" she shouted back. The fool! Doesn't he know... well, no, I suppose he wouldn't.

The morph that had been conjuring up darkness, meanwhile, seemingly decided on Raye as a target. Renata ran forth to interrupt its spell, knowing full well that her own magic would barely affect a foe disciplined enough to cast... whatever that was. She drew the silver dagger that she'd looted from one of the other morphs on the island previously, and plunged it into the sorcerer's chest.

A second arrow flew forth from the darkness, and Renata was not so lucky this time. Feeling unable to lean forward to push the dagger farther into the reeling morph in front of her, Renata drew her own sword and attempted a slash. It was barely enough to take the dark mage down. Finally, she noticed the arrow now protruding from her stomach. Her head spun with the pain. Her sword clattered to the floor.

"Your Excellency," she whimpered, begging the intervention of the bishop and his staff. Had she simply lost track of Renault in the chaos? Or was he an illusion after all?

Well, she still had her tome.