Three Rounds Ends the Game

…Mortanas strikes again, and again – the rage in his eyes soon failing as a look of horror began to replace it. He staggers weakly backwards, his attacks coming to a halt. "Stop-st–" he barely mutters as the others simply continue...

Originally brought to Draugmir after luckily being saved by Colerelle and Duindos from an ill-fated assault by Alestair, Fulton finds himself face to face with the Wolf again as a third and final attack takes place at the small and ruined stronghold. And at first, the last of Draugmir seems to have total victory – but once again, it proves to all be a simple game in the eyes of the traitor.

Alestair – “Your prattling tongue ceases to amuse me.”

Fulton – “Then let’s settle things now that your game is over?”

Alestair – “I suppose three rounds is plenty...”

Mortanas, Fulton (who is strangely more than he seems), and the warriors who stayed at Draugmir are then imprisoned inside the fort itself. Though, Mort  – before Alestair's illusion is revealed – sent by raven a letter to the group traveling eastwards, saying that Alestair overestimated his own abilities, and was killed– or rather, brutally slaughtered, as it was made sure that he was dead. The group is also told to start heading back – but now it would be a trap. Though, Fulton is able to send a message of his own, luckily without the Wolf noticing –

…Heh, and to think I had half-hoped I could face him myself. No, beyond the others who are scattered outside of this island, there is only one I know of who can potentially aid us now, and warn the group of the trap that lies in wait for them. I only hope my old friend is fast enough.