Lost Artefacts

Lost

Jon rushed through the labyrinth as he pushed past Lorathi soldiers all fleeing from the two encroaching forces, he cursed as he came to an intersection and wasn't sure which way to turn as both sides had men filing into each corridor 'I need to find Samaya and Obara!' He thought to himself a little desperately as he stood there unsure of which route to take.

However, from behind him close to the entrance of the Labyrinth, he heard the familiar sound of battle cries getting closer, the Ibbenese and Mercenary forces were close and about to enter the Labyrinth "Shit!" He shouted to himself before picking a direction and going right where he rushed deeper and deeper into the labyrinth. The sounds of blades clashing and men screaming informed Jon that the battle had started again, though he had no interest in fighting again, Robert Bastards were dangerous and he wasn't sure if he could fight them all at once.

"Samaya!" Jon called out as he rushed and pushed past people who were in his way, he thought that perhaps the echo would carry his voice further ahead and that she might hear it but it seemed the gods were not being kind that day. Jon clenched his fists as he kept up his light jog, he didn't have time to go back now the enemy forces were inside the Labyrinth cutting off the entrance, and the only way he could find a way out would be to go deeper into the labyrinth, Qarlon hadn't bothered mapping the rest of the entrances as he'd been having a difficult enough time mapping out a single entrance.

Though Jon wouldn't be looking for any of those entrances, no he was here for a purpose and he'd be fulfilling that purpose no matter what. He just needed to find Samaya and Obara... and Joffrey thought he'd focus on the crown before he tried to find Joffrey.

As Jon ran down the corridor he started seeing more and more forks in the road, instead of there only being three directions to go in, it branched off into more and more paths that bent and turned, and small alcoves that were in the walls led off into the darkness on paths that were only a man in width, this truly was a labyrinth, one that Jon didn't know how anyone could solve.

"AHHHH-" One of the Lorathi soldiers screamed before he was abruptly cut off.

Jon whipped his head around as he looked in the direction the scream came from but there was nothing there. The only light was that of the moon shining down on them, very few people had torches in their hands so they could barely see 20 feet in front of themselves.

"AH-"

Another scream echoed out through the labyrinth, then another and another, but no matter where Jon turned he didn't know what was happening or where the men were disappearing too. That was at least until he felt himself get grabbed, Jon was close to the wall of the path they were on and as he passed one of the small alcoves an arm reached out and grabbed him, what followed was a dagger trying to embed itself into Jon's neck, though he was able to grab the assailants wrist before he succeed. Quickly overpowering the ambusher with a single hand he pulled him front behind him and threw him to the ground, the man who attacked him wore simple clothing but the most prominent feature was the hood he wore around his head blocking his vision 'The Cult of Boash!' He thought to himself grimly before stepping on the man's neck and snapping it.

He started to see more and more Lorathi being killed and taken into the small pathways, he couldn't do anything about it and neither could they, they could barely see let alone tell the difference between friend and foe. Lorathi started to fight each other while the Cult continued to walk amongst them and silently slit their throats.

"Fuck!" Jon shouted before deciding to run, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't magically see in the dark and he didn't give a shit about these men so he'd run off now and hopefully find Samaya and Obara.

...

Samaya ducked as a spear was thrown her way by an Ibbenese sailor, she yelled out a powerful war cry before charging against him and sending a kick to his chest. While this may have sent a normal man flying off his feet, men from Ibb were built differently, they were short, stout and had thick muscles developed from hard life at sea hunting leviathans. Those factors allowed the Ibbenese man to maintain his balance before striking back at her with a whalebone dagger that managed to slice her waist, she growled again before slamming her elbow into the man's nose before grabbing his wrist and squeezing had hard as she could.