Part three of “Corso” is today’s Friday Fiction story, as written by our own squishy human Jeremy Tully. Sit back, tune in, and give this short piece a read to see just how sneaky an Arcanist can be in the world of Mana Punk.
Part 3 , Written by Jeremy Tully
“So help me Corso you’d better have some escape plan up your sleeve or we are going to be very underwhelmed,” hissed Boog while drawing a pair of well-worn short swords. An identical pair, with the blade of each one layered in crimson stains and blotches representative of their heavy use in combat. Boog’s brother Thode produces a weapon as well, pulling a medium length iron bat from a slender backpack.
Thode lets out a disbelieving snort, earning him quick glances of aggravation from both imps in the room. Just moments after, a hissing noise starts to slowly fill the west side of the room… quickly earning the attention of everyone inside. “What the heck is that noise?”
“Acid if I had to guess,” replied Corso. “Unless I have overestimated Lieutenant Tragonus’s grudge-holding capabilities, he is standing just beyond that wall shouting at his underlings to work faster. Orcs can be so predictable sometimes.” At that moment the western barrier wall began to slowly buckle, sputtering a shower of energetic blue sparks across both imps. Beyond the translucent barrier a small hole could be seen appearing in the wood about three feet up the wall. Thick bubbling green acid immediately pours out of the ever expanding hole in the west wall, causing the barrier to further sputter and pop in distress.
“Crawl, Scratch.. can the both of you maintain this barrier while my associates and I make an escape?” Corso directed his question to both of his minions as a thought, getting a single quiet thought in response.
“Of course, master.”
Kneeling down, Corso waves his hands in unison across a section of the floor in the middle of the room. Boog and Thode both focus their attention on Corso’s actions, slightly perplexed by his seemingly composed nature. The section of flooring starts to warp and swirl, then suddenly pulls away into nothingness with a ‘woosh’ followed by a sudden sharp pop that would normally bury any unprepared witness’s eardrums deep within their skulls.
Corso stands back up, now with his feet just barely hanging over the lip of a magical portal to somewhere else. Somewhere far away from any angry orcs, hopefully.
“Gents,” Corso said, waving at the portal on the floor. “Our escape route awaits. At the rate my barrier is getting punished by the guards outside, I heavily recommend we make a hasty departure.” No sooner had he finished his statement than Boog and Thode both are leaping feet first into the swirling portal entrance, putting great faith in Corso’s spell-casting talents in the process.
Glancing at both of his imp minions, Corso gets a knowing nod in return from them. The maintaining of the barrier guarding the room is passed to Crawl and Scratch, immediately after which Corso jumps through his portal and snaps it shut behind him. Scratch waves a bony finger at Crawl and hissing out a command.
The hissing noise gets louder and louder, expanding the hole in the western wall and exposing the contingent of guards standing just beyond it. The voice of an angry orc, embodying pure rage and contempt, bellows out from this new entry way and through the magical barrier.
“Corso Blackfall I will skin you alive if I get my hands on you!”
The barrier buckles and fails under duress, spitting out it’s last breath as a shower of sparks across the room. As guards begin to pour in through their newly created doorway, a gout of flames belches out from Crawl’s mouth. The first wave of guards immediately fall to the flames, their bodies creating a burning pile for each subsequent set of guards to hurdle in order to enter the warehouse. This tactic buys enough time for the minions to immediately depart, vanishing in a pair of smoke clouds as they jet across the astral plane to follow their master’s call.