The Questing Game

"Danger?" Sarraya scoffed. "I think you underestimate me, cub."

"A Doomwalker is nothing to take lightly, Faerie," Dola

"What difference does that make?" Sarraya asked.

"Doomwalkers can draw energy from the earth," Phandebrass answered. "They use it to heal their injuries, and it increases the power of their magical attacks. I say, fighting a Doomwalker that stands on the earth is a very dangerous undertaking. And since the only way to be rid of it is to completely destroy it, that means that we have to be very careful. Very careful indeed. I say, I know a few spells that may help. I really need to go study them."

Phandebrass turned to walk away, but Faalken grabbed him by the arm. "I think studying your spells would be a good idea after you hear what we're going to do, wizard," he remarked.

"True, true," he said with a slightly befuddled smile. "I say, maybe I should wait a bit."

"And get the others. This will be a team effort, so we must all be present to understand the plan," Dola

"Certainly, Dola

Tarrin felt his temper rise as the Amazon approached him, but he quelled it in the interest of survival. They would need everyone to do this. Tarrin had fought the Doomwalker twice before, and it had nearly killed him both times. This time, he would be facing it on ground of its choosing, where it would be even stronger. That was something that he didn't want to face by himself. Though it would put his friends in danger, they stood a better chance of defeating Jegojah if they worked together, rather than Tarrin ru

Phandebrass picked up Chopstick absently as Faalken leaned against the rail beside Tarrin. "I say, your idea to use the Faerie's decaying attack is a good idea, but it may not work," the mage a

"So, you have an idea," Tarrin noted.

"If you're facing a strong opponent, you weaken him before you go for the kill," Faalken said simply. "Simply put, we wear Jegojah out. When he's tired, then Sarraya attacks him with that spell."

"You're talking about engaging a Doomwalker in a protracted battle, Knight," Camara Tal said bluntly. "How many of us does it have to kill before it gets tired?"

"That is a good point," Dola

"What do you suggest, Amazon?" Faalken retorted. "If Sarraya gets whacked, then it's all out the window. We have one chance, so we have to make sure it works."

"I don't whack easily, Faalken," Sarraya objected. "I may be small, but I'm tough."

"He's not saying you're incapable of it, he's saying that the caliber of the opponent makes such an attack a very risky proposition," Phandebrass said thoughtfully, all hints of the fuddled confusion gone from his voice. "We have to weaken the Doomwalker, but in such a way that it minimizes our own danger." Phandebrass rubbed his chin, looking down at the deck. "What we have to do is figure out how to go about this."

"That seems pretty straightforward, mage," Camara Tal said. "Even if it can draw energy from the earth, it can't do it forever. Especially if we're giving it something else to think about."

"Yes yes yes, but we must decide how we are going to weaken him," Phandebrass said.

"The most effective way would be to deny it the earth," Dola

"You think we can lure it that far from the city?" Camara Tal asked. "From what I remember, Saranam is on grassland, not desert."

"Yes, but there is more to the city than the grass on which it stands," Dola

"Not quite, Dola

"What do you mean?" Dola

"What is it about stone that makes the Doomwalker incapable of drawing energy through it?" he asked. "Dar, my boy, you should know the answer to this."

"Me? Why do you think that?"

"Remember when we talked about trees? Trees don't live just on sunshine and water, my boy. Why do they need soil?"

"Oh, I remember!" he said. "There's organic material in soil that the trees use as food!"

"Exactly. Doomwalkers draw energy from the earth because they're tapping into the life energy of the land. They are literally draining the land of its life energy. They can even drain living beings of their energy, if they can hold onto them long enough. They need that organic spark in the earth to provide them with a conduit to that energy source. That's why they can't draw through stone. It lacks that organic catalyst."

"That's why the Goddess told me it had to be on stone," Tarrin said, mainly to himself. "She specifically told me that it couldn't be wood, and now I understand why."

"Wood is organic, even if it is dead," Phandebrass answered for him. "So, if we can't lure it onto stone, we bring the stone to it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Sarraya, my dear, you're a Druid. Do you think you can completely leech all the organic material out of a patch of clear ground?"

Sarraya laughed. "Phandebrass, you're not half as zany as I thought you were!" she complemented. "Of course I can! We have spells to make barren ground fertile. I can just reverse that. It should suck all the life-giving qualities out of the soil. It'll be as barren as dust."

"So, we lure it into an open area. Tarrin, my boy, you make the perfect bait for that. It's after you, so it will come after you first. If we discover it to be in the area, Tarrin finds a good place away from the city, a place where we can hide nearby but the Doomwalker can't detect us. Tarrin draws it to him, then we allow them to start a fight."

"What?" Camara Tal said hotly. "I forbid it! You're not risking Tarrin's neck over this, mage!"

"You didn't let me finish," he said indignantly. "I said we allow them to start a fight. The Doomwalker's already been beaten twice, so it's not going to commit unless it thinks that it's got an overwhelming advantage."

"That's a good tactic," Faalken agreed reluctantly. "If it thinks it has the advantage, it's going to fight. We make it commit, then Sarraya destroys the soil and bars it from drawing energy. Since it will be committed, it should be a little disorganized over losing its advantage, and Tarrin can keep it pi

"Carefully. Even without a link to the earth, a Doomwalker is a very dangerous foe," Dola

Tarrin nodded emphatically.

"It won't be easy, but it'll be better than just laying waste to half of Saranam trying to destroy it," Faalken said. "Can anyone think of anything else?"

"My brother will not face it alone," Allia said adamantly. "I will stand with him."

"Sister-"

"Enough!" she said. "You have dishonored me by denying my place at your side one time too many, brother," she said with steel in her voice. "We are brother and sister in all but blood. You are of the Clan, and one of the Clan does not face danger alone. We are one. You will not go alone."