There it was. Her training had readied her to fight legends but to face the fact of it was daunting.

“I am counting on you my friend.”

The Unicorn that had decided to join the Prophetess was a most congenial companion. It did not talk too much (not at all actually) and it was stalwart in the face of danger. They had met in a field near the Storm River and the beast simply decided to stay with her.

The Sentinel loomed mightily; she had gotten into her stride however, combat was still appalling to her but she had developed a work ethic about it.

“To the task!” she called from astride her mount.

There was no ability to evade the encounter with the titanic guardian, nor did she have the necessary mage craft to thwart or delude the monstrosity either...it was a straight on attack, the Sentinel readied its tremendous weapon but did not give an inch on its bridge.

Her Lance point was aimed true; the Unicorn held his twisted horn on the mark as well, at the moment of impact she held her breath and clenched her teeth. She felt her steed slip from beneath her and she seemed to hover in the air for a moment; all sound had been chased away by the mighty metallic crash of the Lance against the Sentinel’s armor!

She became aware of a rushing noise and looked to see its source. The Sentinel was swinging its fantastically huge sword towards her. The Lance had lodged in the Sentinel’s armor; no mundane weapon would have survived the impact let alone penetrated the supernatural protection. To dodge the blow she had to release her hold on her weapon, in so doing she had unwittingly unbalanced her opponent and it began to stagger to regain its footing; this was the opportunity that the Unicorn needed. With a mighty kick the Sentinel was totally undone; back he went into the ground.

The Prophetess was swift and she leapt to the spear shaft and threw her weight on it, burying it deep in the Sentinel’s body...then she was thrown back. It felt like a kick but her arms were numbed by it and lightning was arcing from the guardian of the pass. A smell like a thunderstorm filled the air and the Sentinel lie still.

“It must have had some kind of final enchantment as protection,” she said to the Unicorn “to try and kill who ever killed it.”

They crossed the bridge into the wild lands of the deep continent. This territory was untamed even in the time of the old Empire. The usurper had encouraged the land to grow wild and strange things dwelt here. The land itself was said to lend its strength to its native inhabitants so it was with great caution that the Prophetess ventured forth. Her goal was the Portal of Power. Because of the gift from her mentor she did not have any need to bother the unpredictable old Warlock.

Unfortunately the old Warlock did not enjoy those that bypassed his authority. He had allies in the wilder lands and he had vision. The Prophetess did not move unobserved.

She gave a backward glance to say goodbye forever to her homelands and saw the Sentinel rise and take its position at the bridge.