Today.

Uklag steps around the wires that nail the many tents to the ground. Carefully, as to not stumble over one and make a very unmagicianlike fall to the ground, he closes in to the centre of the camp, where Ulric is sitting with a woman.

Apparently her name was Kyra or something, Catherine has mentioned her shortly but Uklag couldn’t be bothered to care about someone that he was using for only a short while. The black-haired woman was currently busy sharpening the giant’s sword with skilled movements. Ulric turns around when he hears the now unhindered footsteps of the warlock.

“I finished what you needed.” Uklag says and waves with the circle in his left hand, “I also gave one to Dorian. When will we attack?” “All preparations are done. We attack tonight.” Ulric stands up and gestures to Kyra to hand him his sword. “I will gather the wolves. If there is anything you still need to do, do it now.”

Uklag shakes his head. “No such thing. Let’s get this over with I want to get back home. I miss my wives.” ‘Particularly the sex.’ He adds in his mind before sighing and walking off. The staff clacks on the ground with the precision of a metronome. “I will fetch Catherine and Alratha, then we can begin.”

A few hours later all of them are hiding a good distance away from the fort. Well, not all of them. As per plan a strike team is currently infiltrating the fort to raise the front portcullis in a diversion movement. Uklag impatiently clutches the portable transmutation circle as he stares at the portcullis.

Finally it raises. “Go!” Ulric shouts at the three mages who get to work immediately. A first hole is transmuted into the ground by Uklag and they jump down. Catherine gets to work on the second one. Currents of air are released as earth suddenly disappears in front of them, leaving only a fine net of roots that is ripped apart as Dorian runs through them to the current end of the tunnel, using his own circle to lengthen it.

“Faster!” Ulric, who has jumped down behind them demands, “Do it while running, I don’t care how just faster!” The warlock isn’t exactly happy about the commanding tone the bear-man has taken on but there is no time for bickering.

The mages break into a sprint and take turns lengthening the tunnel, although Uklag skips his turn quite often. Catherine knows about it of course, Dorian on the other hand gives him a suspicious look. Thankfully though there is also no time for questions as the wolves’ storm after them, weapons rattling as the tunnel grows ever longer.

Finally the ground above them changed from earth to stone, only a few more transmutations and Uklag stops the group. “According to the layout we should be beneath the chamber now.” He explains while quickly carving some runes into the stone, which then disappear into air.

One after another they get out of the hole. They have indeed hit the mark, Uklag looks around the room filled with ancient treasures. Although each of them has a fair share of history associated with it Uklag has no interest in them. For now. As he has neither the time nor capabilities to take much with him he instead searches for the Dragonbone.

In the corner of his eye he sees a somewhat empty-eyed Ulric stare at a full plate armour of black metal near the centre of the vault. The armour of midnight seems to have ensorcelled the warrior who starts to walk towards.

Uklag simply turns away and continues his search. A hand suddenly grabs him by the shoulder and forces Uklag to turn around again. “What is going on with Ulric? Can you help him?” Dorian asks with a worried expression. A wolf is already trying to stop him but the giant is moving with determination. Uklag shrugs, “I held up my part of the bargain already, I don’t care what happens to you. If you want to help him do it yourself.” With that he brushes of the shocked mages hand and smiles. Uklag has spotted the Dragonbone and walks towards it, Catherine in toe.

Before he finally turns away from the group he sees the wolves putting the armour on Ulric. ‘I wonder what comes of that.’ He thinks in amusement. In front of him now lies his own prize. The bone is of an almost pure white, as if it was freshly carves from its former host. From the look of it, it was one of the bones that connected the wings and the main body. Uklag’s hand glide over the rough exterior.

A light shock, not unlike electricity, hits the warlocks hand as the ancient power that still bristles inside the Dragonbone reacts to his touch. He takes the thing from its podium, it is a lot lighter than it looks, being over a metre in length. “Let’s get out of here.” Uklag says and is ready to walk back to the tunnel, where the wolves are currently looting whatever they can.

Suddenly a loud boom, earth carves in as the tunnel collapses. Uklag sighs, “I knew this was going to smoothly.” Seperated from the main **** only Dorian, Kyra, Ulric as well as Catherine and himself were left in the vault.

The door to the vault bursts open and a significant **** of Estaran soldiers move into the room, led by two prideful walking women. They have strawberry blonde hair, the left one wearing it short befitting of a warrior while her sister wears it long, and faces of beauty, although that beauty is somewhat tainted by their arrogant expressions. They would be almost impossible to differentiate if it weren’t for their clothing.

While the left of them wears a full plate armour and is brandishing a shield as well as a sword with a slight greenish hue, suggesting an alloy made containing orichalcum, the other one is clothing herself in ornate robes and carries a fine oaken staff.

“Once again we were right, Leandra.” The mage says with a cold, arrogant voice that fits their expressions. “Of course we were.” The warrior named Leandra answers in a similar voice. “Take stance!” she commands her soldiers who draw their swords in unison.

That confirmed the very obvious theory of Uklag. In front of them were standing the twin-generals, some of Estara’s finest, Leandra the warrior and Lianna the mage.

“Well, this sucks.” Uklag muses, his apprentice seems to be of slightly different mind. “Sucks? We are going to die, where is Alratha when you need her as a decoy?” “She is with the decoy ****. Whatever, take this and keep it safe.” He pushes the Dragonbone into the panicked Catherine’s hand and cracks his neck.

The twins seems to have no problem with Uklag moving around for a bit as they follow his movements with self-confidence. In the end the warlock stops in front of them, only a few metres between them. “Let’s dance, ladies.” Uklag says before throwing the first fireball.