Chapter Fifty-Two: Tension "The rope is frayed. It will soon break." Standpoint was still in mourning. The deaths of the past few days was still evident as when Valtyra, still furious beyond all limits, rode up to the front gate, no one waiting save for Shayliss. Her red hair was a complete mess, though, and the white cloth dress she wore was covered in spots of dirt. Yet, that face of hers pulled up in a great big smile when she saw the half-elf approaching.
Chapter Fifty-One: Suspicion "It is coming to the end. When loyalty turns to betrayal and when bonds are tested." The trip back to Magnimar was mostly quiet. Valtyra and Bubnug rode on their horses at one side of the road both contemplative. She was thinking about the letter and its implications. They would eventually have to go to that damned place. Hell, Lotho and Alicia were talking about it even now. Valtyra did not want to go. That place had memories that have sunk into its soil and she did not want to wake them up again. Shayliss had been great at helping her get passed them, but there was still stuff that could ruin her if it came back up.
Chapter Fifty: Memory "There is nothing stronger." Valtyra just stared at the bird of fire. It was a beautiful creature. The wingspan was something out of birds of legend and the victory screech that came from its mouth was one that came from a time where people were near the bottom of the food chain. It inspired fear while sending the message that it was willing to fight again. From below, she could hear screams from the cultists. The half-elf had no idea if they could see the bird or the corpse of their leader but there was definitely something that scared them to death.
Chapter Forty-Nine: Fall "And what is the natural predator to snakes?" From the hole in the wall, a battlecry rang out and Valtyra watched what looked like a comet of blue-hot fire leap across her vision and crash into Xanesha. Its momentum continued and threw the snake off of its tail. They sailed for a few feet before they slammed into the ground with the snake on the bottom.
Chapter Forty-Eight: Xanesha "I have nothing to say other than... ew." Xanesha. The mere mention of that name brought memories of that letter the heroes found under the Misgivings. Which meant that she was the one that ordered Aldern to attack the people of Sandpoint. And that put the Vinder family in the line of fire.
Chapter Forty-Seven: The Top of the Tower "'The top of any tower is supposed to hold treasure right?' 'Or just a long drop.'" All at once, as if they had practiced it hundreds of times, all of the robed cultists leapt off of the stairs to land on the heroes. Valtyra leapt into a roll that let her avoid the razors from three different cultists. She spun on the balls of her foot and held her rapiers so that both swung in diagonal spirals. The weapons clashed against multiple objects and when she finished her attack she found that she only hit other weapons.
Chapter Forty-Six: Scarecrow "Okay. Quick question... how is this undead creature stronger than me?" The creature charged right at Valytra. She was surprised at how fast it was and barely had enough time to step out of the way. Yet, it raised its arm up and as it passed her she was slammed to the ground.
Chapter Forty-Five: The Bell Tower "Scarecrows do not only scare crows. I'm terrified of them too." The tower in front of the group was one of the most dilapidated and ruined buildings Valtyra had ever seen. It could barely be called a bell tower as the bell at the top of the tower was hanging on by a thread. Walls had holes in them the size of a giant's fist and the wooden supports underneath were broken. If that was not bad enough, the whole tower was lopsided. As if a child ripped it out and tried to put it back in its place. She was surprised that it was still standing.
Chapter Forty-Four: Battle at the Mill "Never forget. Souls can be corrupted to the bitter end." Ironbriar let out a short cry and charged forward. His curved sword flicked high left to low right, then horizontally at Valtyra's belly. She leaned away from the first attack and arched her back to avoid the second. As she did, her rapier flashed forward and grazed the man's clothing without biting into skin. Valtyra then swung inward, trying to get some kind of wound on the man, yet he anticipated her attack and twisted away.
Chapter Forty-Three: Justice Ironbriar "Money. That's all that needs to be said." Valtyra's rapiers sprang from their sheaths and crisscrossed to parry the worker's first attack. She pulled them away, stepped to the side, and swung her left weapon up in a diagonal slice. The worker avoided the attack, but his dodge put him directly in the path of a frost lance from Lotho. It slammed into the man's cheek and immediately started melting. He did not seem to notice the lance, though, as he pounced right back at the half-elf.