The persons involved in the present mission are led into the hollow mountain Avanthar, through winding passages past statues and exhibits of past triumphs, to a room with ruby-beaded wall hangings, a gigantic mosaic map of Tsolyanu and its environs on one wall, scattered pillows and a low table surrounded by cushions of precisely metered heights.
The Imperial Chamberlain, Sionu hiMakkochaqu, introduces each person to all the others.
Once everyone is gathered, the Servitors of Silence admit a handsome, serious man in elegant armor of the Legion of the Mighty Prince. He is introduced as Captain Erit, but his face is familiar from coinage and tapestries as very similar to that of Prince Eselne, who has become the new Emperor.
Hand on sword-hilt, he begins to speak.
"As you know, the Sun is going out. It has grown dimmer without growing lower in the sky, speeding more quickly through its appointed circuit. Our savants tell us we are losing two minutes a day, an hour a month. In nine months, the day will be shortened to nothing, and in ten, the oceans will freeze. Even the loathsome Ssu will eventually perish."
"That is, unless something is done about it."
"His Majesty has arranged for an embassy to Livyanu, that strange nation of tattooed sorcerors. Some of you speak and read Livyani; others will be assisted with a sacred relic which understands the language better than any living soul. That is well, for what you overhear may potentially be as useful to our cause as what is formally said in conference."
"All the nations of Tekumel worship the same pantheon of twenty gods first described by the priest Pavar at the dawn of the First Imperium of the Priest-Kings of Engsvan hla Ganga. There are differences of emphasis, to be sure: we Tsolyani venerate Hnalla, Lord of Light, and Hru'u, Lord of Darkness, as first among equals, while our warlike neighbors in the land of Mu'ugalavya have especial fondness for Vimulha, Lord of Fire. The barbarous hordes of Yan Kor esteem Karakan, Lord of Ever-Glorious War, and Dlamelish, Lady of Wanton Delights, above all others, and the hierophants of sweltering Sarlavya pray to Lady Avanthe, Lady of Chaste Femininity, and Dlamelish equally under an assumed name."
"But Livyanu is different. They worship an entirely different and secret pantheon known as the Shadow Gods. Their names, even the number of them is a closely guarded secret. And no sorcerors are as powerful or subtle as those of Livyanu. They border the fiercest, grimmest land ever known, the warrior-state of Mu'ugalavya, and yet they prevail with a poor and despised army, owing solely to their mighty magics."
"We are sending this delegation to consult with the Livyani on the matter of the Sun. It shines on them as well as on us, and if Tekumel freezes in the dark, they freeze with it. They have agreed to broach some of their secrets and those of their Shadow Gods to us, although you must beware treachery, as once you have helped them to the solution, they may attempt to keep you from bringing these secrets home. They will most certainly try bribery, offering you whatever you most desire, to get you to remain in their land rather than return home. This is why I have only chosen Tsolyani patriots, who know that their homeland is not merely the comfortable setting they chanced to discover upon their arrival on this globe, but their heart and soul, the housing of their spirit."
Hakiron hiChankullar raises an eyebrow when this is spoken. This is perhaps
the greatest compliment he has received from a Tsolyani.
"However, your mission is more than it appears. We have learned that the Livyani possess a great artifact, the Eye of Daybreak, which permits direct communication with Hnalla, Lord of Light. As deniers of Hnalla's divinity, the Livyani use this Eye as a source of illumination in their temple workshop! But in our hands, it could be used to divine Hnalla's exact wishes, and save the Sun."
"Diplomacy and scholarship are well and good. Perhaps consulting with the Livyani will indeed find a solution to our crisis. But your real mission is to steal the Eye of Daybreak. Our artisans have made an exact copy of the Eye to put in its place, allowing you time to escape from Livyanu before the theft is detected. In extremis, there is a entrance to the ancient tubeway tunnels beneath the Temple of Twelve Trumpets of Revelation in the capital city of Livyanu. Kialandi, Hakiron, Vathek and Natoro have been there once before and can guide you to it if need be."
"Colonel Mekelu hiMraktine will command the military members of the expedition with Hakiron hiChankullar as his second-in-command. Princess Jadis will be in charge of the priestly contingent. She has chosen to travel incognito in the guise of an aide to Natoro, a priest of Thumis. In reality, Natoro is her bodyguard and husband, but you all must treat him as senior to her, difficult as that may be for we status-conscious Tsolyani. Kialandi of the Flowers is her lieutenant in command of the priestly contingent."
"Questions? You may speak freely, as you address Captain Erit, a wellborn but not especially notable servant of the Empire."
Kialandi asks graciously, "Will we be arriving overland? Or by tunnel I gather we will be traveling overland, if the tunnel is for emergencies only, but I wanted to be certain that I understood."
"Livyanu lies across the Chenegara Deeps from us, so you will travel by ship. Travelling by land would require you to cross Mu'ugalavya, whom we have just defeated in war, and that would not be especially prudent."
Kialandi nods and gives a mysterious smile. Inside she sighs, thinking, "I meant overland in the general sense, as opposed to underground...but it is no matter. Next time. I will be more specific. Now, he thinks I'm a geographical imbecile."
"Also, Kialandi," says Captain Erit, "we do not believe the Livyani are even aware that there is a tubeway entrance in their capital city. If you were to suddenly appear there, we would be admitting to them that it existed, and it may be helpful in future to maintain that terminus as our secret."
Kialandi bows gratefully, "Thank you. That is what I wished to clarify."
After Captain Erit has finished speaking, Hakiron looks down at his sword "Daybreak"
and considers the glory in retrieving artifact that possesses the same name.
Hakiron looks to Captain Erit and asks, "Will you be coming with us?"
"How I wish that I were!" he says sincerely, his smile dropping away for a moment. "Alas, His Majesty requires me here, for various important errands as well as quite a few unimportant ones that he cannot ignore. Perhaps in the future, when His Majesty's reign is more settled, I will be allowed to travel beyond the Golden Tower and join you in the thrust and parry of desperate adventure for which I have trained and yearned my entire life ... but that time has yet to come."
"We will pray that day comes, Captain," Kialandi replies gravely.
Mekelu's innate sense of honor forces him to ask a question. "Your Highness, if we find the Livyani to be open and helpful, stealing the Eye of Daybreak could very well incite a war. Instead, if they are indeed open and helpful, might we negotiate or trade for it?"
"Of course!" says Captain Erit. "We would be overjoyed if the Livyani would part with the Eye willingly. Being sorcerors, they might esteem the Eye of Omniscient Understanding, which will travel with you, as a fair trade. And there will be money, of course, and some trinkets the wizards here can part with. But, you know, it really is not necessary to address a mere Captain of the Fifth Legion as 'Highness', though I appreciate the implied compliment."
"What size forces are travelling with us? Is Hakiron's noble cohort coming with us?"
"Ohe, there we are in luck, Molkar! The Livyani, you see, esteem sorcerors above all else, and are dismissive of mere soldiers such as you and I. We can safely send quite an escort without unduly raising their suspicions. A cohort of N'luss might be just the thing, in fact -- the N'luss are more than usually resistant to the blandishments of magic, you know, and their size and strength will overmatch even the Livyani Mortal Guard. Indeed, the only troops we have who are less heedful of sorcery are the Ahoggya, and with apologies to our good friend Chri, a cohort of Ahoggya rumbling through the streets of Tsamra WOULD raise more than a bit of interest!"
"Hakiron should select a score of his best soldiers, which is all a trireme can comfortably hold. And why not take a few of the estimable bodyguards of the Omnipotent Azure Legion, disguised as servants, cooks and porters?"
"One thing only, wise artificer in stone and steel. The soldiers cannot
be told too much about the mission. The Livyani are subtle, and given twenty
N'luss to ply with wine and women, one would surely bend to their blandishments.
I leave it to you exactly how much to reveal, but the mission cannot be compromised
on the altar of fellowship."
"Our men are accustomed to knowing less than all the details of an assignment.
However, Hakiron, if the Livyani do attempt to entice our men with any form
of bribery, we should ask that they report to us what was asked. Knowing what
the opposition is interested in learning can be valuable intelligence."
As a priest of Ksarul, i am more than pleased to lend my knowledge of magic and healing to this trip and only hope that in some small way we shall serve the greater Tsolyani with our sacrifice and determination.
To those who have not met me, I am Kagoth hiGachayal, Fourth Circle Initiate
of the Mysteries of Ksarul. While i have not had the clearly illustrious career
in the military of our captain of troops, my own additions to the studies of
magic are not unknown to those within such circles, i pray. Either way, it is
my honor and pleasure to serve with such patriots for such a quest. I only hope
my service will find pleasure in the eyes of the Emperor and Ksarul.
Mekelu bows and replies, "Rest assured, from my previous missions, I know
quite well the value of priests and mages. Your company is most welcome."
Kagoth bows in return and replies, "Sir, if your sword is as clever as your tongue, and your heart as true as your manner is kind, we can do naught but succeed."
"It is clear that Ksarul blesses this mission. It bears almost no requirement for note that the Shadowgods and their minions are clever in unfathomable ways with regards to sorcery and the mystic arts. We will do well to maintain a strong guard and careful watch." "It might serve us all to understand if there are some here who have a modicum of practice in these arts of sorcery. Modesty commands that i humbly maintain an awareness and small practice of these, though i'm quite sure other's here are far more adept than i. What strength i do have lie mostly in the healing arts, and these, in honor to Ksarul, i happily place at your disposal"
Kialandi glances thoughtfully back and forth between the two priests of Ksarul in their silver masks. Aloud, she says, "Pleased to meet you, Kagoth hiGachayal. I too am a healer. Perhaps, we should speak together at some point and compare our strengths, so that we will know which of us is most suited to any emergency."
Kagoth replies, "Most honored priestess Kialandi, for whom surely the mysteries of your God have surely settled delicately into your hands as the re'amonth flowers bloom on moon-filled nights in the land of the H'luss, i'm sure your abilties in these arts far outstrip mine, but any moment of speech that we might share will certainly fill me with wonder and therefore be something to seek. I await with pleasure our talk and hold that what knowledge comes from such meeting be only as fair as you yourself."
Kagoth is dressed in robes of Azure and rich, vibrant green. The colors at the middle of the robe are darkest, fading slowly to lighter colors at the edges and hands. The hood is that color of blue just before all light leaves the starry sky, and set within the cowl is the silvery, shining mask of mystery that denotes the priest of Ksarul.
"Captain," asks the lovely Kialandi, lowering her dark lashes, "I do have a question. I am debating the wisdom of bringing Taluvasz of Livyanu with us. On one hand, his insight might prove invaluable. He could travel incognito to keep from drawing attention--though in truth, it is harder to disguise a tatooed man than most. On the other hand, if the mission is so sensitve, it might be wise not to put undo pressure upon him. "What are your thoughts on this matter?"
"He would need a disguise in any case," says Captain Erit, "for the tattooes of a Livyani denote his name, clan and profession. Having defected to Tsolyanu, he will not be welcome in Livyanu."
"But that can be disguised by our wise practitioners of deception, using their subtle means. It would indeed be helpful to have a native guide for those hundred and one surprises that any traveller to a foreign land encounters. I would deem it wise to take Taluvasz with you -- he is even a native of the capital city of Tsamra, if I'm not mistaken -- but of course as Kethsamiyal, the Finder of Hidden Vipers, it is within your discretion to take him or no. And you might also take Hereschal hiTogu and Shishkresh hiBilburna, your other advisors, if you think it meet."
Kialandi inclines her head. Smoothing the fringe of her green and violet garment, she replies thoughtfully, "I will discuss the matter with Taluvasz. Unless he reveals some new information which suggests that his returning to Livyanu would be detrimental, I will ask him to accompany us. And, as gathering information will be one of our main purposes on this endeavor, I concur that it would be wise to have Hereschal hiTogu and Shishkresh hiBilburna among our entourage." She gazes up at the captain and smiles kindly, "I thank you for the suggestion."
In considered tones, Kagoth suggests, "Perhaps, most honored Kialandi,
this gentle Taluvasz of the Livyanu
will be able to explain whether the removal or hiding of his tattos will in
some way injure or affect the
casting of his magics." "Should this be the case, we may have to find
if one of the puissant magicians of this group might perchance use an illusion
to cover their foreign wonder. If they have no relation to his arts and their
exercise, and he will in no way be dishonored by the action, perhaps your powerful
arts of healing can be used in some way to cover them, if but temporarily".
Kialandi nods graciously, "Thank you, honored Kagoth. I will inquire of
him upon this matter."
Kigoth wonders, "Most gracious and honored Kialandi, if it would please
you, treasured priestess, perhaps you would allow me the honor of your family
name that i might speak to you with all such propriety that you deserve. While
to speak with you so familarly moves me powerfully, i am too bold for speaking
so and thus would chastise myself and inquire this of you?"
If his mind is moving in that general direction, it might occur to him that
the priest of Thumis under a vow of silence looks rather familiar. As does the
young boy who serves him.
The priest seems oddly fit and bears battle scars. He pays rapt attention as people speak, usually looking them directly in the eyes. The page boy has full lips, long lashes, and delicate features.
A little mysterious smile dancing about her lips, Kialandi rises and curtseys*,
"I am Kialandi hiQadari of the Clan Sea Blue, priestess of Hrihayal."
She then sinks gracefully back into her seat.
If his mind was moving STILL FURTHER in that direction he *might* even wonder
why the squat fur-upholstered divan yonder there with the gaudy crimson-checkered
seat cover, teal and gold tassels, and ornamental legs resembling four sets
of hooked claws just shuffled slightly and made an ever so faint burp
but that would probably be going too far.
Kialandi
Here is a slightly longer introduction:
Kialandi hiQadari of the Clan Sea Blue, Priestess of Hrihayal: the Dancing Maiden of Temptation, Harlot of the Five Worlds and Mistress of the Thirty-Two Unspeakable Acts.
Kialandi is a lady of incomparable beauty with long, black, glossy hair, eyes like dark chocolate and wine red lips. She dresses in the diaphanous green and purple garments of her temple.
She is first and foremost a temple politician. She is also a dancer and a healer. Her priestly magic is almost entirely healing oriented. Kialandi participated in the Kolumejalim on behalf of then Prince Eslene and gave a fair accounting of herself. Pleased, the new
Emperor appointed her to the office of Kethsamiyal, the Finder of Hidden Vipers.
Hakiron smiles knowingly at his fearless comrade in arms. He still wonders how
to pronounce 'tentpole' in ahoggya.
Meanwhile, Hakiron has something stuck in his mind. Where has he seen the word "Erit" before? It seems awfully ... short and flowerless for a Tsolyani name.
Then he digs out the golden Kaitar-coin he's carried around for a year now,
minted on the accession of the Emperor Eselne. It shows a heroic profile not
too different from Captain Erit's, and the letters E.R.I.T. across the reverse.
The Engsvanyali script around the back of the coin reads Eselne Rex Imperator
Tsolyani.
Hakiron gasps in recognition and restrains himself from running to greet his old friend. Prince Eselne here... Cursed Tsolyani social traditions... Why must we play these games!?
He looks from the coin to to "Erit" and sorrows fills his face.
"Ah, Erit, how things have changed, and you have changed. I sorely wish you could join us on this mission, it looks like it could do you good."
He looks away concerned that he may have offended the delicate Tsolyani sensibilities.
"Nonetheless, I shall bring what remains of my faithful cohort. 'Stonegrinder' is getting old but he can still heft a sword better than most, and 'Honest Chlen' who is stronger than a sandstorm. Yes, they are many in my cohort who are worthy veterans. I will handpick the most loyal to join us."
Hakiron begins to smile. "Did I hear that Hereschal is available to join us? I remember when he and I, and a handful of N'luss faced 400 redhats! He refused to retreat until they were all dead. Ah, what a brave man. It would be an honor face death with him again!"
"Yes, well," says Captain Erit, "if all goes as planned, you won't be facing anything more deadly than Livyani cooking! But how often do things go as planned, eh, Hakiron?"
Hakiron lifts back his head laughs his bellowing laugh, and looks for someone nearby to slap on the back. Then remembering how easily the Tsolyani are insulted, he decides not to slap anyone on the back.
The expedition thus far consists of six persons of rank:
Natoro hiJevesan, priest of Thumis, and his aide, Laslo.
Kialandi hiQadari, priestess of Hrihayal, and her aides Taluvasz of Livyanu, Captain Hereschal hiTogu, and Shishkresh hiBilburna. Taluvasz is travelling in disguise, his tattooes hidden with cosmetic paint, his nose and ears reshaped by subtle surgery.
Kagoth hiGachayal, priest of Ksarul.
Vathek cwxtl-Q'or, priest of Ksarul.
Colonel Mekelu hiMraktine, commander of the 23rd Heavy Infantry.
Captain Hakiron hiChankullar, cohort-commander of the 232nd N'luss Rangers, and his twenty N'luss shield-brothers including Stonegrinder and Honest Chlen, and Chri the Ahoggya.
In total, there are 31 persons in the party, with an additional fifty sailors available on the trireme Blessed Eventuality, captained by Sea-Major Rikkert hiAuberiyal.
Vathek is of medium stature and build, draped head to toe in black, with black tunic, black hose, black gloves, black cloak. The lining, trim and hem are purple, buckles and clasps are silver. He wears a silver mask, ever-smiling, a black head cloth, and a mortarboard.
His voice is soft and musical, and he speaks with a painfully precise enunciation, as if he is trying to cover up any lingering trace of a yokel-hick-backwoods-we-marry-our-cousins-boondocks-fishermans-boy accent.
His insignia and ornaments proclaim him to be a 4th circle priest, the Imperial Keeper of the Keys of the Hidden Library of Kara-Korum. He also tends to hold himself so that his left hand casually just so happens to cover up his Clan insignia, a fishhook, the sign of the Barbed Hook clan of the Do Chaka forests, lake fishermen who make moonshine, kill revenuers, and drive Boss Hogg crazy. Vathek rarely will introduce his cousins Bo hi-Qo'or and Luke hi-Qo'or to anyone, even if Daisy hlo-Dook is kinda cute.
The modifier in his name 'cwxtl' is like 'Fitz' in England, and indicates that perhaps his mother and father were not fully and entirely married at the time of his birth in the technical legal sense of the word.
Some of you might recognize him because he is Famous (+1 to reaction!) because he found the legendary 777th page of the Book of Ebon Bindings, and was also a survivor of one of the only humans to enter the Dome of the Black Ssu at Bassa, and live. He also participated in the Emperor's trials and contest to assume the throne, the Karumjalum (sp?). He is also the nephew of the world-famous sorcerer Vthanid Qo'or.
He introduces himself: "Imperial Highness and glory to the nine lands
beneath the nine mountains, Imperatrix, Sister to the Son of Heaven, I abase
myself to your glorious majesty; world-honored Captains of valour, I salute
you; Knowledgeable and gracious Seeker-of-Vipers, servitrix to the Dancing Lady
of Temptation, I offer my humble
welcome; Wise Brother in service to the Smiling God, the Doomed Prince of the
Blue Room, He-Who-Waits, my fraternal salutations; outlandish clanless nonhuman
yet brave and loyal colonel, I greet you; and another organism of less note,
I see you."
"I am the humble Vathek of the Clan Ba--(he coughs quickly)--ook and also, sacerdote of the 4th circle of the temple of the Most Patient God, who is rightly called the All-cunning.
"It is not without pride that I also must mention that I have been awarded
the rare pre-posthumous Memorial Ovation by the Reticent and Antique College
for the Unwise Meddling in Ancient Mechanisms, of which I am a Fellow in the
first rank: when it comes to Devices of the Ancients, there are no survivors
of the Unholy Experiments, fully
sane, and temporally continuous in three-dimensional space, that know more than
this humble servant of the Doomed Prince.
"It is possible that the honorable Vishtir hi-Vrankenchtein has a deeper
knowledge of ancient mechanisms, but we cannot tell where his screams are coming
from; Ianen hi-Gryffen also was last seen dismantling the Imminent Dodecahedron
of Apportation, but the quantities of blood found near where his tower landed
after re-materialization is insufficient to account for a full-grown man, so
it is possible, that, should he be alive as we understand life, his
knowledge exceeds my own. Also, should the unliving servitors of Uem hi-Dalek
ever release him from the Nutrient Pit where his "body" (and I use
the word loosely) is kept, his wisdom might be said to overshadow my own: but,
aside from these sages, however, I am confident that what few meaningless scraps
of tempting knowledge have been preserved over the millennia concerning the
unthinkably dangerous other-planar and demon-irking tools and cursed artifacts
of the ancient peoples we called The Hideously Destroyed Ones, are known to
me.
"Lore of the Livyani tongue is also not utterly unknown to me. I have already completed by bribes to the guardians of the next life, and sacrificed to the Five Headed Worm, and so I am at peace. Since I was about to be granted an extensive landed estate next week, and get married, and sail around the world on my retirement yacht, the 2-live-4-ever, I think now is the perfect and auspicious time to venture into the sorcery-haunted lands of the Livyani."
Ce Fau
Ce Fau the Wanderer pulls aside the drapes with one slim hand and partially
enters the room, his form half hidden by the rich draperies. A small green-grey
renyu runs a few feet past him then stops....
Ce Fau the storyteller summons Tigerflower with a slight movement of his hand and fades into the shadows from which he may never return
Captain Erit sends a letter introducing Ce Fau, a traveller and storyteller,
who is to accompany the expedition as a diplomatic aide. She will be under the
priestly rather than the military component of the mission.
Hereschal has procured excellent maps of the city of Tsamra, seaport capital of Livyanu, and Taluvasz has annotated it with his own experience living there. Shishkresh hiBilburna of the Ministry of Barbarians has brought along a silken phrase book in a dozen languages, with copies for everyone. Embroidered thereon are simple phrases and words, with the translation below in neat rows in all the civilized languages of Tekumel and quite a few barbaric and nonhuman dialects as well. You point to the row headed by, say, "temple", and the person you are talking with reads down the row to find "temple" in his own language. Silk being marvellously compactible, the scarf holds several hundred words.
Into Natoro's hands is given the Eye of Incomparable Understanding, which is meant to help converse with the Livyani. An exact copy of the Eye of Daybreak is entrusted to Mekelu, with the understanding that he may assign it to whom he wishes. There is also an Eye of Joyful Conversation Among Friends, which banishes hunger, fatigue, fear and anger, which is entrusted to Kialandi and may be useful in trading with the magic-mad Livyani.
Chri brings lots of weapons ... oh, and Hakiron too ... but he accidentally eats his silk phrase-scarf.
Aboard Ship
Hakiron makes sure that there are enough supplies for his men. And, he checks
to see if he has remembered a lantern. (Why is it that he always ends up underground?)
And it never hurts to have some stout rope either.
The men want to bring Hmelu-goats with them to cook along the way. Dried meat is so tasteless ... sure, it's practical on those long mountain treks, but this is a SHIP! With HOLDS and CARGO SPACE and stuff! Why not bring fresh meat?
Chon 'Stonebreaker' brings his edging stone and Varnulf tsoIlert his forge. When they try to get a really hot fire going on the sterncastle to edge and strop their weapons, the men are surprised at the vigor of the Tsolyani sailors' reaction. They seem to have an irrational fear of fire at sea ... silly little fellows!
Kialandi brings clothes of various styles including dancing clothes, make-up and disguise kit, jewelry, simple tools, rope, lantern, dagger, medicine kit, poisons.
Yes. I believe that is true. Kialandi asks Hakiron if she should keep it or if he wants it back?
An incredulous look crosses his face. 'By Chiteng's fiery breath! Why would I want to use an accursed eye like that when I have steel Daylight strapped on my back?! That demon frosted thing is all yours! But be warned, it will probably be your death if you rely on magics for your sole defense. Now then, I have this spare bronze greatsword which I will offer you as well. It was this blade that split many a black Ssu, but for you Kialandi, my sweet hmelu, I would gift it without the need for a test of strength."
Kialandi takes the greatsword gingerly. (Moderator, is it bigger than me? ;-)
She says, "A wondrously kind gift, Hakiron, I hope I am strong enough
to lift it. Tell me," she tilts her head, gazing up at him, "So, tell
me, friend what are N'lüss women like? Are they as big and strong as their
men? Or are they delicate and puny creatures?"
Hakiron belts out a laugh. "Ha! Ha! N'luss women are as mighty as the mountains
and as stark as the desert. Their beauty is the rainbow after the storm."
He smiles down at Kialandi appreciatively, "Although you may be small in stature, you provide such delight that the ice heart of the tallest crag could melt before your smile, and at the sight of your dancing figure an enraged Chlen would be instantly charmed and fall into a blissful sleep."
Then he frowns, "By Vimulha, who taught you to hold a sword like that?!"
Kialandi says politely, attempting to balance the bronze implement that is larger
than her head, so that she and the sword do not fall over, "Alas, kind
Hakiron, no one has ever taught me to hold a sword at all."
Hakiron looks befuddled, the nearby N luss are stunned into silence.
Then, absentmindedly, Hakiron catches the sword as it starts to topple over. It never occurred to him that a person would not have been taught to use a sword as a child. He will never understand the Tsolyani.
He says slowly, I am sorry& I did not know. He then continues, I have yet to raise children and am not familiar with teaching sword, but if you decide you would like to learn, it would be my pleasure to teach you.
Once again he casually reaches out and prevents the razor sharp sword from grazing against Kialandi s leg.
"I should be honored if you would teach me," Kialandi says with a bow, "Though I do not know how apt a pupil I shall be, having never studied such an art. Perhaps, you could teach me first how to properly hold a sword." She glances at the great bronze weapon [I'm assuming she still has it, since Hakiron would have responded before she had a chance to hand it to Hereschel.] "I would hate to dishonor such a splendid weapon by holding it incorrectly. Perhaps, I should learn with something of lesser significance."
Hmmm, Yes. You are correct as always. Hakiron says with a grin. Now that I think on it, perhaps this blade, which I call the Suu Slayer, would not be the best for you to learn with. When we return from our mission, I shall find a suitable N luss children s sword with which you can begin your training.
Kialandi bows gratefully, "I am in your debt, good Hakiron."
Hakiron smiles casually, then he notices that the blade is slowly falling over. He quickly reaches out and retrieves the blade. He says, Perhaps I should hold onto this a little longer. He starts to laugh. Yes indeed. The eye that uses the souls of tortured ice demons to destroy your enemies might actually be safer for you to use. He states seriously, I honor your bravery.
He gives the eye of frigid breath a vicious glare as if warning it to behave itself.
Kialandi replies, relieved, "And I yours, good Hakiron. You are a most brave and valiant soul!"
The Blessed Eventuality weighs anchor at seven in the morning, catching the outgoing tide just as it clears the breakwater outside Jakalla's Opaline Docks. Captain hiAuberiyal pipes the hands to the oars, but only needs one swift burst of cruising speed to get the ship over the swell and into the long, slow rollers of the Chanayaga Deeps.
Hakiron, mindful of Tsolyani superstitions concerning the flammability of tarred wooden ships and the undesirability of said fire (don't they worship Vimulha at ALL?), has the N'luss repack the forge and do as best they can sharpening their swords with the grindstone. Given the length of the voyage, everywhere out of sight of the coast but avoiding the Akho-haunted depths of the central sea, the N'luss get their weapons plenty sharp. Pity that bronze loses its edge so fast under use, but at least it doesn't rust.
Hereschal paints the map of Tsamra on the forecastle and suggests everyone study it. He and old Shishkresh play Missumvuk, or Dice-War, in the wardroom late at night. The game involves using dice and brightly painted miniature soldiers to re-enact historical battles, strange as that may sound.
Despite the captain's best efforts, an Akho looms into sight one day around noon, its prodigious green bulk gleaming against and beneath the sea to port. Ship's priest Seffan hiMachuryan gestures, drawing lightning from the clouds to strike behind the Akho's tail. Dead sharks float up, and when the Akho reverses direction, snapping its flukes momentarily above the water, they nearly strike the ship, though the main visible mass is hundreds of yards off.
Kialandi will spend her time writing in her journal, a requisite activity of all priestesses of Hrihayal. As is the temple tradition, the resemblance between the true events and the entries in the journal is kept to a minimum.
Thus, in Kialandi's recounting, the N'luss warriors light fire to the ship before they decide to put away the forge, and there is a long flowery description of the crew fighting the fire in the midst of a terrible storm, and of the aid she renders to the wounded once the danger is past.
The Akho's tail destroys part of the ship, and one portion of the crew rush to patch it while the rest of them fight the great sea beast, with two of their company being borne away when the beast dives, taking their harpoon with it -- and the rope leading from their harpoon to their hands, which they were holding tightly. (It does not matter to Hrihayal temple journal tradition that these same two crewmen may make appearances in later entries. Continuity is not one of the virtues they seek to practice through this activity.)
And the rowing period without winds lasts for two years, during which she
hints that some love affair began, ran its passionate course, and ended sadly.
She does not, of course, name any names.
Mekelu will just bring his usual gear, including his surveying tools...in case
plans for a burglary are needed.
Mekelu will study the map, and play some Shishkresh if possible.
Shishkresh defeats Mekelu with great difficulty in the first game he plays; the others are draws, as Mekelu ties his flanks in with the terrain quickly and completely, making it impossible for Shishkresh to concentrate his force on any part of Mekelu's line. Of course, Shishkresh is playing with Yan Koryani pieces, and so he has no phalanx of heavy hoplites to break open the enemy line, as a Tsolyani or Mu'ugalavyani army could try to do.
Ill winds mean the sails cannot be used for most of a week, so all three rows of oars are put into play at steady speed. Before the third week is out, the ship has sighted the upraised scimitar of the Drowned Colossus, the traditional entry to Tsamra Bay.
Signals are made and answered, although the Livyani use colored smoke instead of flags, and their pale pink, blue and violet smokes are not easy to tell apart. Chri, the expert signalman, turns this way and that, using all eight eyes, to interpret the hail.
The Blessed Eventuality banks oars inboard and glides into a high-waisted slip in the shadow of a towering cathedral built on a very steep hill. Other such monoliths dot the cityscape here and there like tentpoles holding up the sky.
The people working the docks are foreign sailors from every land but one: there are no Mu'ugalavyani, who share a common border and a contentious history with Liyvanu. There are also many Livyani, covered with black, red and blue tattooes, especially on their shaven heads, although they also wear either a topknot or a strip of hair in the middle. Were it winter, it might be extremely difficult to tell the willowy men from the willowy women, but in summer Livyani do not wear much at all. However, many of them seem to be wearing cloaks of an identical lavender hue, as though all made by the same seamstress, and clutch their folds around themselves, as though the ninety-degree heat is unseasonably chilly.
A Livyani whose tattooes cover him like a mesh of spidery black symbols comes to the dock. His hair is high and spiky in a strip two inches wide from forehead to the back of his neck. He raises a palm, on which is tattooed a staring yellow eye, showing it to everyone exactly as if he were giving the eye a good look at the ship and everyone on it.
"His marks indicate a Heirophant of House Recusant," says Taluvasz quietly. "This is a mark of great respect, as that House does not often involve itself in quarrels, and Heirophants have many duties."
The Heirophant then drops his hand to his side and walks off the dock. Several Livyani who are completely bald but wear similar black-silk garments and sandals fall in step with him as he merges into the crowd.
Taluvasz looks surprised.
"It seems he expects us to know what to do," he says. "The Shadow Gods regulate every aspect of life among us in Livyanu, through their secret police the Vru'uneb. Perhaps he assumes your own gods will tell you what to do now?"
He looks around expectantly at the priests.
Mekelu hides a smirk, turns to look at the priests and says with all due gravity, "Lead on. We will flank you. But as priests, you should probably be in the lead of our procession."
Indeed! Natoro holds the Eye of Incomparable Understanding up to his eye, squints, then hands it to his page boy, Laslo.
Vathek, that morbid fellow, will sacrifice a chlen-beast to the water demons
by immersion, and burn a second chlen-beast to placate the air-demons, and bury
alive a third chlen-beast wrapped in winding sheets to mollify the demons of
the Isle of the Excellent Dead: he will offer to perform pro-active last rites,
or to scriven a last will and testiment for anyone nervous about voyaging aboard
fire-laden ship.
He will explain to any interested listeners about the advantages of bribing the gods of the afterworld, Sarku and Belquenith, with added bribes for their cohorts, supernatural secretaries, and demon-scribes.
Remember, bureaucratic delays while waiting in the antechambers of the Sphere Beyond This Sphere is what causes manifestations of undead! One misspelled rune on a scroll in the hand of some Arch-heirophant of the Beyond-Palace, and znuff! you find yourself assigned to someone else's afterworldly rewards or punishments!
Discreetly, the page boy will consult the Eye of Understanding to glean meaning from their actions.
Ce Fau who has been watching quietly, allows Tigerflower to run forward towards Hakiron and Kialandi. Following the little monkey, she catches him up.
"Naughty child" she says approvingly, then bows before Hakiron and more deeply before Kialandi.
"Most puissant barbarian and thou, noble daughter of dancing seductions, I greet you in the name of our beloved Emperor (May his sun forever shine upon us!). Please forgive this aged and unworthy person if her tiresome child has disturbed your conversation!"
"Ah me," Ce Fau muses, "Will this perverse son of demons never learn dispassion?" She strokes the little monkey and scratches under it's chin. "Teaching a monkey the way of Dra' is a never-ending task, with little reward but my own amusement..."
Ce Fau is an old woman, her broad, open and genial face belied by surprisingly honey-colored eyes, grey-streaked hair wound in coiled braids about her head. She is plainly dressed in a simple grey-brown robe, sturdy sandles and broad woven hat.
We are going to have a devil of a time understanding them without it, mutters the boy under his breath. Anyone here know whether that last bit was about being given a night of entertainment or a decapitation?
Ce Fau spends morning and evening praying and meditating to Dra: She seats
herself before
the map of Tsamra, invokes the consort's name (O disinterested and harmonious
One! May the
words of my devotion washs across your Divine Attention unheeded!) and then
fixes her mind
on the map, until it is comitted to memory.
Kialandi bows in return. "Gracious Mother, how honored we are to have you and your little one among our company."
Kialandi says, "I fear it was all gibberish to me."
Kialandi also studies the map, which she traces into her journal.
Following the, "they'll get back to us if it was something important" school of diplomacy, Chri disembarks and begins exploring the tastes and sights of the docks.
Following Kialandi s lead, Hakiron bows respectfully.
However, he is wearing a perplexed look on his face.
He then asks, What is this puissant? Does it mean that I smell like a chlen?
Following the, twenty N'luss shield-brothers landing ashore is usually considered a barbarian raid school of diplomacy. Hakiron decides to wait patiently aboard the ship with his men until Mekulu tells him that is clear to disembark with his men.
The scrawny old woman before him, returns his bow, albeit less deeply. "These
unworthy ears have
heard tales of great battles, powerful and potent in which men such as thou
have struck strong blows
against mighty opponants. These tales of puissant warriors please the young
men in marketplaces
who dream (to little point, I might add) that they too, might have such authority
in sword-arms
as thou, O Hakiron."
Hakiron brighten up considerably. He says, "Ah Yes, I am very puissant, but there are many puissant who I have faced, and I wasn't puissanter then them, then I'm sure I would have been cleaved in twain on more than one occassion. It is an honor to meet someone as wise as you, and I'm sure that in your own way you have had some piussance yourself!"
He nods to himself feeling quite self satisfied. Then he looks after Chri in alarm, and says, "Where that puissantless Ahoggyá think he is going?!"
"Ah, tempter--!" sighs Ce Fau. "My dispassionate calm ripples
like a clear moonlit pool
when large fat men jump into it...." She nods, "Perhaps I shall use
that influence [*] to
teach this footling flower of mischief (she chucks the monkey under it's chin)
to
perform double backflips."
Kagoth will spend a time studying the map and then the rest in contemplation
of the mysteries of Ksarul
and the Blue Room.
To Ce Fau he will say, "Blessed are the mothers for they give rise to
the Tsolyani's ever brighter
future. I pray that we may all learn from your steadfastness and diligence."
Kagoth, the priest of Ksarul, bows his head and awaits a sign from that powerful
deity. To insure
that his waiting will be rewarded, it hums and sings prayers to Ksarul. After
praying, he will scan the city for signs of
Ksarul's will in action, standing at the edge of the boat while his robes of
deepest blue and cerulean are
teased by the winds. His silver mask occludes his expression, but it seems as
if his interest is peaked
by what he views if the movements of his body are any guage.
With no apparent reaction from the crowd, Mekelu sighs and stands at the top of the gangplank. He turns to Hakiron and says, "Let's clear some space on the docks for our equipment to be unloaded. Chri! Don't wander too far, but see what you can learn from your unique perspective!" With that, Mekelu will watch over the unloading of men and equipment, while the priests determine their course of action. He says in a softer voice to Hakiron, "If you wish, take three of your men and take a short walk about the area. But don't get out of range of my yelling."
""It is that footling flower of mischief I am worried about," sighs Kialandi, watching the Ahoggia scuttle toward the docks. "Let us pray that they mistake him for an ottoman on wheels and do not take his approach as an offence."
Seffan, the ship's priest, snaps a hand to his eye.
"Captain, we're being enchanted," he reports.
"Indeed we are," reports Laslo the page-boy, peering through the Eye.
"We are to follow the man in black, bringing our decision-makers. We are
allowed to bring advisors and armed escorts, though neither is required. Apparently
they assume we can hear their intentions with our bare ears, as they can. All
the Livyani I can see are receiving thoughts from somewhere, flowing along the
streets like rivers."
Sailors have rigged a sling with the expedition's baggage and the N'luss,
as well as the Blessed Eventuality's own marine archers, are holding ropes with
which they can slide down to the dock. Although the Livyani give no sign of
interest in the Tsolyani trireme, most of the foreign sailors are looking up
at the ship, shading their eyes against the pale noon sun, taking in its lines,
its gleaming paintwork, and the crisp activity of the crew. When the N'luss
and marines take hold of their boarding-ropes, some of these sailors quickly
find business elsewhere.
Meanwhile, Chri spies a fellow Ahoggya carrying a stack of brass urns stacked three high, while picking his teeth with a foreclaw, gesturing expansively to a human travelling companion, and picking said human's pocket.
Hakiron nods in agreement. ¡ÈVarnulf and Black Renyu you are in the lead. Take our stone-brothers down to the dock and clear some room. No blood!! If there are Livyani in the way, then ask them to move. Oh, and no duels and challenges, and don¡Çt take any the Livyani¡Çs things!! Remember we are noble N¡Çluss!!¡É
Hakiron pulls Chon, Deshnah, and Zhitlin aside. ¡ÈYou three come with me.¡É He then begins to scout the area.
"That makes sense," agrees Seffan. "I'm sensing a definite
spell of the Communication or Knowledge variety ... associated with Lord Ksarul,
if I'm not mistaken! But surely the Livyani don't worship Ksarul, as their own
Shadow Gods deny the very existence of ours!"
"If you wanted to pin a name to the Shadow Gods, those hidden controllers of secret schemes, could you do better than to name them Ksarul?" remarks Captain Rickert. "Maybe they're all Ksarul worshippers in disguise."
Mekelu speaks to Hakiron. "I spoke too quickly. We need to gather our people and equipment and follow that man. Your scouts should keep that man in sight so we can follow him. We shall flank the priestly contingent." Mekelu will help unload the gear from the sling when it lands on the dock, then organize the remaining soldiers to walk with the priests to catch up with Hakiron and his men.
Hakiron heads off with Chon, Deshnah, and Zhitlin with the goal of keeping that man in sight.
Before he heads out, he sets Varnulf in charge of the left flank and Black Renyu in charge of the right flank of the N luss shield brothers.
Kialandi tilts her head and regards the docks anew through narrowed eyes. She looks at the two priests of Ksarul thoughtfully.
"Perhaps, this trip will be more interesting than any of us had expected..."
Following the "If I were an evil wizard with a painted eye on my hand,
I'd have woven the docks with the curse sub-energies of the twenty-second dimensional
plane, known only as the Place of Interrupted Screams, and inscribed the underside
of the dock with the Untiring Rhune of Dispelling Tsolyani Invaders with Nine
Hued Fire;
and since I AM an evil wizard (or, as we prefer it, conscience-handi-capable),
I would expect the Livyani warlocks to act this way; so I will wait till the
four-faced Ahoggya clanless outlander claws his way onto the dock; I will watch;
and I will survive to report the effects of the Involutionary Discharge of Greeting
once the Nine-Colored Flames begin to manifest" school of thought, Vathek,
still slightly smiling his little silver smile (oh, wait, that's a mask.
Doesn't he get hot inside there?) will observe the Ahoggya thumping down the
gang-plank, ready his counter-spell to ward off hostile magic, and observe the
sequel to these events.
Vathek takes a candle out of his sleave, lights it holds it breifly in front of one eye then the other of his mask, snuffs it. With the still-smoking candle, he makes squiggly smoke-letters in the air. He then takes a prism out of his pocket, holds it up to the sun, and bends his mask to study the pattern of colored lines that form at his feet.
Vathek clutches his mask with both hands. "Worshippers of the Doomed Prince in disguise?! Disguise, indeed! Preposterous! We are the most open and unsecretive of men!"
I signal to Kigoth in elbow-wagging code to ready his spells in case the events
of Plan Nine should come to pass.
Chri performs the honking bobbing turns of Ahoggya greeting with many a "ch*rkle" and a "gROnfpt."
(in Ahoggya) "Say there old boy, I'm newly arrived having taken service
with a ship load of two-legged barbarians. Do you know where I could get a stiff
cold drink? We've been a-sea for some time now..."
Chri will slip into the non-stop banter of his folk, sparing one set of eyes to mind Mekelu (or at least the tall barbarians marking his general whereabouts).
Kigoth, with his appropriately timed code of feet shuffles and 'spell preparations'
indicates assent and
that all is in readiness for plan 9, dread though it may be.
Kigoth voices a prayer to Ksarul for direction and then continues to chant
in a most priestly, sonorous
fashion. The tilt of his mask suggests a smile or humour at some distant event,
but the suggestion seems
to pass for only a second. After Kigoth hums and chants and weaves his hands
in what is surely some kind of prayer motions, he stills and is quiet and calm,
as if awaiting the Storm.
"Well met, countryman! There are a couple of spiffing places I could steer
you to," says the other Ahoggya. "I'm Dri, fresh off a Hluss-hunting
vessel I'll NEVER set foot on again, brr! Water's wet, and kinda cold, but too
salty to drown a proper musty-thirst. Take a nip of this here and get your land-legs
under you."
He offers a gourd to Chri's left-mouth, full of spicy liquor which is not exactly cold, but tingles like ice when it coats the tongue.
"Good, eh?" chortles Dri. "Make it around here as the runoff from some ghastly process, what, what? Gallons of the stuff pooling in the streets over yonder, near House Inexorable. Got there early one night with a barrel, because "To the early bird goes the late bird's portion," as the poet said. Honnk! I see you're of the fifth sex; pity. I was fancying a good hard snog. But there are plenty of our kind in the bourses here; the picture-wallahs give us a wide berth. Don't seem to know we're here half the time -- watch out you don't get trodden on!"
"I say!" says Dri further, seeing the N'luss debarking. "Respect for one's fellows' preferred posture and all that, but aren't those chappies taking this "stand on my hind legs" rot a bit far? Don't believe I've ever seen bipeds so ... so damn VERTICAL, what?"
"Lord Natoro," reports Laslo the page-boy, "the Livyani wish us to bring our "decision-makers" to their House Recusant, following the black-maned man. We are permitted to bring advisors and armed escorts. How say you?"
Lord Natoro, sworn to silence, raises a hand with the third finger crooked inward.
"Lord Natoro bids the priestly delegation accompany us, and the N'luss soldiers, with the ship's marines left behind to hold the ship," Laslo says. "He bids Captain Rickert cast off if an attempt is made to take the ship, and Magister Seffan to sound a spell of warning should the ship be required to leave. If three black flames rise from the city at any time, he is to cast off without delay and return to Jakalla."
Then Laslo walks down the plank to the space where the N'luss are holding back the curious while the baggage is unloaded. Lord Natoro joins Laslo, and looks back, expecting the priests to follow. He gestures to the N'luss.
"Perhaps the stout highlanders would deign to carry our supplies," says Laslo. "So trifling is their weight that one man would still have his hands free while the other shoulders a chest or crate."
Kigoth addresses the group and says, "Friends and honored compatriats
in this most important work,
in this place there are tides of thought and emotion which flow even as the
current of rivers moves rapidly
or eddies and swirls. Have a care if you are of a delicate mind or if you are
sensitive to other's
around you for these currents can carry one's mind surely away and direct you
to the path that those who
rule these flows direct." "We are in an uncharted sea and each of
these towers upon those hills are the sources from whence these rivers spring.
I surmise that in them shall we find the true rulers of the Livyani, who'ere
they may
be. I trust i will be able to serve you in some small capacity as a compass,
since i can not say guide,
knowing nothing previously about these dangerous riptides and their motions."
"At the moment, the currents direct us to follow their guide, Axo Velt,
who will lead us to house Recusant. According to the meanings washing along
these streets and paths of thought and emotion, no harm should befall us and
guards should be
unnecessary, but then it is an old Mihalli saying that one should always bring
a dagger in a place where
daggers are forbidden." "Since that is where we are bid to go, i shall
make my way there and hope i am able, in some small way, to represent the temple
of my most illuminating Ksarrul, whose smiling face showers benificence upon
us all."
Kialandi says, "Thank you for your wisdom, Kigoth. How eerie and outlandish these Livyani are." She examines the men working on the docks, "Yet, they look to be no less men than we. Perhaps their Shadow Gods play more of a part in their lives than our gods play in ours."
"Hmm? Oh yes those, my shipmates of late it seems, and quite the leggy pack of them to be sure (though from the smell you'd think there were rather more of them about). Say! This *is* good! Came from where you said? 'House Inexorable?' What's all that about then?"
After a bit more chatter ... and then a bit more ... Chri will scuttle back to the party as it leaves the docks.
Kigoth notes, "Gracious and Revered Kialandi, it may be as you have so
directly stated but i wonder. While
i spend my entire life and much of my days in contemplation of Ksarrul's wonder
and mystery, perhaps
it is the case that the average Tsolyani does not do so. Still, i have the feeling
that the average
Tsolyani engages in what religion they do because they are moved by both their
own and the spirit of our
GOds, whereas the Livyani seem far more moved by others, whether they wish it
so or no. In short, it
seems far less of a thing of respect and more of a thing of compulsion."
"STill, as you note, it is fascinating. The
complexity of these currents is a wonder to behold."
"I look forward to learning more here," murmurs Kialandi in reply.
The expedition gathers on the docks and departs, following the man in black.
Fortunately, Hakiron and his buddies have been able to keep him in sight, without
killing any Livyani in the process, or indeed, anyone at all.
Lord Natoro walks in front of all, with N'luss warriors to his left and right
but not in front. Laslo is at his side and a step behind, with everyone else
following in strict order of precedence.
(Chri catches up to the tail end of the procession, unwittingly taking his proper
station as the least of the soldiers. He does have a rank as a signaller in
the Fifth Heavy Infantry, "Legion of the Mighty Prince", after all.)
Tsamra's streets, like those of many old cities, meander this way and that following
millenia-old cart tracks. Livyani men and women are hanging wash, repairing
stonework, pushing carts, cooking meals. But one thing is odd, and it takes
a while to pin down: no one is buying or selling ANYTHING. Tsolyani aren't so
unabashedly mercantile as the pushy Sarlavyani merchant-kings, but you can't
stand anywhere in Bey Su or Jakalla without seeing someone engaged in some form
of commerce. After walking a mile through Tsamra's highways and alleys, no one
has seen anything like commercial activity.
Nor is anyone wearing amulets, praying or imploring the favor of the gods for
this or that everyday matter. That's pretty weird. And no one is armed.
Tsamra does not appear to have boulevards, or even comfortably wide streets;
it has winding alleys and straight but very narrow alleys. And many of the stone
buildings are over eight stories, so that sunlight never touches the street
except for a few minutes at noon. They are, however, uniformly whitewashed,
so the light at street level seems to glow from everywhere.
"Of course," says Shishkresh aloud. "The Livyani do not practice
Ditlana, the custom of razing and rebuilding the city every few centuries, as
we do. Instead of an underworld extending a hundred levels underground, they
build upward. Some of these buildings must be unthinkably old."
The alleys trend upward, sloping steeply in places. Although Livyani balancing
head-baskets of bread and cloth walk by on steps cut into the tops of the walls,
the alleys themselves have no steps, not even cobbles, just tilted slabs of
time-polished stone. The N'luss mountain men take it in stride, but Tsolyani
flatlanders find it hard going. And compared to the near-vertical crags of the
N'luss lands, all Tsolyani are flatlanders!
The hill upon which House Recusant's tower sits appears to be made entirely
of masonry. From balconies at seven levels, tattooed priests tend sacrificial
fires, cast their beads out over the metropolis, and gather the power of the
Outer Planes in balls of white, yellow, orange and blue light. People can be
seen going in and out of walkways six, ten, fifty dizzying levels below the
elevated walkway along which the Tsolyani trudge in the steamy heat. The Sun,
visible as the party ascends above the surrounding rooftops, is a white ball
blurred by sea-haze, humid rather than searing.
The man in black halts before a bridge which curves up to run perpendicular
to the ground countless stories below, and waits for the Tsolyani to catch up.
Then, making a pass in the air, he walks onto the bridge, standing at right
angles to gravity with his robes and amulets hanging straight down.
Lord Natoro, with a glance at Laslo, follows, and he too defies gravity to walk
sideways across the bridge. Laslo follows, then the others.
A little girl, with a single symbol tattooed in the middle of her forehead,
gravely regards the party as it passes her balcony. Her eyes, fixed on the priests
of Ksarul, are scarlet.
In the secret language of the Fourth Circle, she says, "Vidyetz."
The party follows the man in black and his escorts into a long hall with tables
along the walls. Above the tables are scroll-pegs, thousands of them, stretching
twenty feet up in dozens of neat rows. Sliding ladders on brass rails run the
length of both scroll-walls. On the tables are maps, charts of the seas, drawings,
tools, small models of the solar system and of Tekumel's firey core, a circular
Periodic Table of the Demons with considerably more columns than its Tsolyani
equivalent, pens, and parchment.
The man in black bows to a man covered with a fine mesh of blue tattooes, as
tiny as handscript, which cover him in an interlocking network of diagonal lines.
That latter bows in return, touches his fingers to the man in black's head,
and raises them, as though removing an invisible burden. The man in black wipes
his hands together, once, and departs, with not a look back.
The man in blue steps forward, a broad grin splitting his narrow face.
"Welcome, welcome!" he says. "How much do you know?"
Lord Natoro makes a gesture.
"Yes, well, the Vru'uneb are ever vigilant of our secrets," says the
man in blue. "If it were up to them, we'd never speak to anyone but our
own countrymen. But how then would we learn what you know, that we do not? I
ask you that!"
"I am Valpurez, the
our word is P'yegachnaion
of this place.
You might say, ah, "Deceiver of Nature to Reveal Her Secrets," perhaps.
I help interpret indiscretions the Gods commit which may give us glimpses of
what lies behind the curtain of the senses, to deduce the underlying nature
of things. And right now, this specialty's arguably blasphemous nature is entirely
secondary to its potential utility in preventing the freezing of all Tekumel,
ha, ha!"
Valpurez' face suddenly hardens.
"And if it is the will of the Gods that we all slowly freeze in the dark
well, then it shall come to pass, and nothing we do here shall hinder
it in the slightest. So we risk no impiety."
"I have brought together as many materials as I could find which seemed
germane. We can send for more, of course. And I named a dozen specialists in
various arcane fields whose advice would serve us well, but alas, none have
yet been cleared by the Vru'uneb's patient inquiries. One has been executed.
I am confident that some of the others, at least, will be quickly found trustworthy
to hold converse with Tsolyani. After all, our nations are friends, are they
not? We are at war sometimes with the grim zealots of Mu'ugalavya, and so are
you. We share no border and therefore have no conflicts of territory, and after
all, who can lay claim to the Charangaya Deeps between us, except the Akho who
live there? Eh?"
"Now tell me, fellow seekers after truth. What may I provide, that we may
save the Sun while yet it shines?"
Vathek, in the darkness of his icy heart, thinks to himself that the priesthood
of Ksarul should spend its days seeking the tools and antique lore and cunning
need to hasten the DAY of RETRIBUTION, when the other gods shall suffer for
the insulting nature of their mercy in sparing, rather than destroying, the
Doomed Prince. On that day, all shall be monotheists, for none but one god shall
remain, and perhaps the stars shall return.
Of course, Vathek reminds himself sadly, he had made a New year's Resolution
to make himself sufficiently hard and cold to serve the Imprisoned God without
and trace of pity or human weakness, and was going to go on a strict regimen
of hauteur, arbitrary killing of slaves, devious machinations, and watching
torture until it did not bother him.
He ponders: What did I do last Tlormekulu's day? Puttered about in the garden
in the morning, delighted at the life of growing green things, took a long walk
down by the market square, and spent the afternoon visiting my fiancée,
chatting and joking and skylarking and writing bad love-poems. All the while
there were antique and forbidden scrolls to pore over, dangerous experiments
to conduct, unwise meddling in ancient machines simply WAITING in his basement
to rip a hole in the thirty-third plane of the nine-angled sub-chamber of the
Excellent Unvarying Towers of Silent Pain.
Ohe! Here I am a newlywed, and has my wife even once clutched my arm, shrieking,
"No! No! As you love our unborn child, I pray you, DO NOT OPEN THE EBON
CASKET OF MINOR INFINITY!" Not once. Has she stood on a balcony during
a storm, shouting over the thunder claps, "Vow to me, husband, that you
will destroy THE THING IN THE LAB, or I cast myself this instant on the rocks!",
while I reply coldly, "My Work is for the Dark God: what is one life, what
is love, compared to that?" Not Once.
I wonder if she dosed me yet with the first half of the addictive binary poison
known as "Faithful Unto Death" Has she?
It is because of my backwoods Clan, isn't it? My breath still stinks of Cajun-fried
chlen-fish-beast, I betcha, and she will look at me sidelong if she knows I
still eat grits with back-bacon. Had I been born and bred one of those /citified/
evil warlocks, she would have already been goading me to assassinate my superiors
and frame my rivals.
But NOOOO, I'm just a bumpkin, so it's "Do you best, honey!" and "Be
certain that your honest and hard work pays off in the eyes of the Emperor!"
rather than "I want the head of Hrakul of Clan Hyarumeluku stuffed with
olives and presented to me in a silver box, before I let you touch my warm and
scented skin with so much as a finger-tip! I give the sweet gift of my body
to no lesser man that he who holds the GRAIL OF DARKNESS, and has opened the
Hexagonal Gate of the Interior Dimension of Ssubadim! Present me with the Mobius
Throne, thou worthless poser, and I will present you with an heir! When you
have learned how to call THE BEAST WITHOUT A TAIL, then maybe, you shall have
the right to call me to your bed, you yokel!"
That would show she really loves me, the way an evil warlock is supposed to
be loved, wouldn't it?
On the other hand, if she does not love me, and is merely using me for her political
ends, that shows even greater respect, and, more importantly, ruthlessness.
OK, so I LIKE gardening and long walks at the market. Does that mean I cannot
scheme to unlock the unknown, unknowable, and best-left- unasked?
Well, maybe I can be a henchman.
Mekelu has waited for the priests to speak, but as they remain silent and inscrutable,
he finally speaks. "Our priests would first like to see the materials you
have gathered. In return they will share what they have learned." Remembering
the other part of his mission, he asks, "Myself, I am both soldier and
engineer. I have heard much about your temple workshop. I was hoping to tour
it."
"Have you indeed?" says Valpurez. "I am surprised ... but our
mechanicians are indeed wise in the ways of the Ancients. Perhaps you and I
could visit the workshop now, together with such other engineers as would be
interested, while your priests examine the exhibits I have gathered here."
Mekelu says, "I would find it most interesting, I am sure."
"Excellent! You may be able to explain to me what some of these ancient
devices are supposed to do -- some of the Eyes we have disassembled, for example,
seem nothing more than a means of throwing energy away. My own specialty lies
in material science rather than magical, so I may be of limited ability to understand
your explanations, but nothing ventured, nothing learned, eh?"
Valpurez bids farewell to the other Tsolyani, inviting any non-priests who might
have useful ideas to come with himself and Mekelu to the workshop.
Vathek secretly connects his drool-overflow spill cup to the inside lip of
his mask, and goes to examine the disassembled mechanisms of the ancients.
Already in his imagination, the report to the Ancient and Honorable Fraternity
of the Unwise Meddling with Otherplanar Mechanisms is being written. The Title:
TRANS-INFINITE INVERSION--A Report on the Livanyu Event, with mathematical diagrams
explaning how divine ulterior spaces of seventeen dimensional infinity can be
compressed accidentally into normal three-dimensional space: including Eyewitness
Decriptions of the oceans and continental land mass being sucked into the Hell
of Upside-Down Swimmers, with speculations as to nature, cause and eventual
diminution the indigo reddish discharges seen from up to one hundred miles away--as
told by a survivor of the event, resserected at great cost from a fragment of
his molor found blown half-way around the globe.
As they go into the workshop, Mekelu looks about, doing his best not to let
his eyes settle on the light source that should be the Eye of Daybreak. His
knowledge of the way these devices is practically non-existent, but he will
try to sound impressive, mostly beginning with "Hmms," and other such
deep noises.
Oh. Then that's pretty much a straight use of the Acting skill, isn't it?
Which Mekelu does not have and has not, to this point, ever needed. It defaults
to IQ-2, which isn't too bad, and Mekelu makes his roll, lulling Valpurez (who
knows some, but not a lot, about Eyes) into thinking he knows more than he does.
The language barrier helps, too, as Mekelu can always phrase something in elaborately
circumlocutive terms (Tsolyani, as a language, has a LOT of those) which Valpurez,
a non-native speaker, won't quite get, but will pretend to understand.
More detail when others have had a chance to accompany or not. Note that Valpurez'
invitation specifically excluded priests, which means Hakiron, Ce Fau, and Chri
are the only player-characters invited. Ce Fau demurs, citing the potential
for embarrasment if her monkey saw the shiny things in the workshop, and Hakiron
goes along, trusting his twenty-man escort to keep things safe in his absence.
Fair enough. But once the input from others is in, finally Mekelu will look
at the light source and say, "Hm. Interesting. Using an eye for a simple
light. I would have expected you to disassemble it long before now."
"Would you?" says Valpurez. "I realize Eyes are of some aesthetic
value apart from their utility, but really, what else can you do with an Eye
that emits a steady white light? It's not as if you can carry it around with
you and illuminate dark places. Well, you COULD, I suppose, but when everyone
knows the Overglow spell, what point in carrying a lump of crystal that does
it, too?"
Hakiron nods wisely. Better to rely on one's own skills than on fragile machines
that can break, get lost, or be stolen. Machines in general, he reflects, lack
puissance.
"Now," continues Valpurez, surely the chattiest of librarians, "if
one found an Eye of Discerning Wonder, or an Eye of Revealing Falsehood, or
even, rarest of rarities, the Eye of Incomparable Understanding, well, you can
be sure we wouldn't hang it up in a bracket to ease our nighttime labors! We
do have two Eyes which appear to draw tiny dimensional tunnels to the surface
of the Sun -- I think you in Tsolyanu know the "Eye of Red Devastation,"
do you not -- and we have been trying to discover whether they are less potent
than before. If they are, why then, the Sun is getting colder, and the solution
lies in somehow linking the Sun to a place of great warmth, such as the molten
cosmos of Pahera Chenga. If not, then the Sun is either drawing further away
(which it is not, for its visible diameter remains constant) or some translucent
material is gathering between it and us, stopping some of its light and heat
from reaching us. I am not certain what the solution would be, if that were
the case."
"This Pahera Chenga may indeed be a hot place," says Hakiron, "but
what about the Brazen Arena of Lord Vimulha?"
"Aheh," says Valpurez a trifle uncomfortably, "yes, your Lord
Vimulha is indeed associated with the dimension Pahera Chenga in your cosmology.
We treat with the dimension directly, without the need of the, ah, the Vimulha
hypothesis, if you will, nor does any loyal servant of the Shadow Gods express
belief in, ah, the Pavarian folk-deities popular in the rest of the Five Empires."
Hakiron follows the thread of this conversation and, rather than smiting the
man for impiety as Valpurez no doubt expects, pities him for the cold, dark
afterlife which awaits the unbeliever.
There are several other Livyani at work on their benches, using tiny tools to
remove and manipulate infinitesimal bits of curved metal forming one Eye or
another. Valpurez proudly displays an Eye made not of clear crystal or gray,
blank stone, but of faceted black amber, translucent to show its inner workings.
"As you can see, we are well along in completing our knowledge of the Ancient
Times," he says. "This is an Eye of Instantaneous Translation to the
Plains of Teratane, of course, but it is entirely of Livyani manufacture, with
no part whatsoever salvaged from Ancient workings. We cannot build as many as
we like, but the next time the Red Hats come across our rune-borders, they are
going to meet quite a different reception than they expect, ha, ha!"
Two men in black half-armor and black sandal-strapping to their knees come in.
They have high, stiff combs of hair two inches wide from brow to nape, and wear
black silken masks with cutout eyeholes. One points to the workbenches and says,
"Come, Hegalli," and two of the mechanicians down tools and come over
to join them.
"Who are they?" whispers Hakiron.
"The Vru'uneb," says Valpurez under his breath. "Secret police.
Don't make a sound ..."
The two Vru'uneb converse inaudibly with the two mechanics. Then the mechanics
get a stool and climb up under the Eye of Daybreak, loosening it with their
tools, and take it down. The Vru'uneb place the still-glowing Eye into a black
bag and leave with it down a side corridor, taking the two mechanics with them.
Valpurez sighs with relief.
"Well!" he says. "That was stimulating. I suppose they took the
mechanicians because they'd be of no further use now that we know them for agents
of the Vru'uneb. I do hope they don't report our conversation in an unfortunate
light ... perhaps I'd better go and make sure no untoward inference is drawn.
Let me escort you back to the library, quickly, for I must speak before the
Vru'uneb make up their minds."
"Very well," replies Mekelu, furious at himself for not making a move to get the Eye of Daybreak. He tried to play it too nonchalantly. As they head back to the library, he will say, "Are you sure that Eye is nothing more than a simple light? Why would the Vru'uneb take it? If it is valuable, we might be willing to trade an Eye of Understanding for it."
"The Vru'uneb probably took it because you expressed interest in it,"
says Valpurez. "Their job is to keep track of you foreigners and what you
might be doing."
"For my part, I'd be happy to trade it for an Eye of yours -- surely you
don't have the Eye of Incomparable Understanding, only one of which is known
to exist, but there are any number of lesser Eyes worth more to us than the
silly Eye of Illumination. And as the head of the House Recusant library, I
have the authority to make that trade. Perhaps, though, you could request it
rather than I? The attention of the Vru'uneb is best avoided by persons who
reside permanently in Livyanu."
Vathek erects a scry-guard spell to block the spies on us, and leans in and
whispers to Mekelu that he suspects an intrigue here. The tattooed man is too
insistant on recovering the eye of incomparible understanding--spies must have
discovered that we possess it. This round-a-lay dance with the secret police
might or might not be something to be taken at face value.
What if this is a worthless eye, whose only use is to emit a white light, and
our Empire trades away an Incomperable Eye for a trinket?
Meanwhile, in the library ...
The N'luss deploy themselves throughout the building and settle into guard
positions. Some of them unpack the supplies, including copious ink and paper.
Stonebreaker asks Lord Natoro where they can build a fire to cook lunch.
"Nowhere in this sacred chamber!" says Laslo after a look at Natoro's
face. "The manuscripts herein are priceless, and worth the cost of a growling
belly. Besides, I am certain our hosts will provide refreshments ere long."
A Livyani enters in the blue-tattoo raiment of the Seekers After Wisdom.
"Stonebreaker," says Laslo, "Lord Natoro wishes you to list each
person's preferences for lunch. We will see how close the Livyani can come to
our preferred fare, and there are small packets of spices in our luggage which
may remind us of home."
The Livyani librarian looks quizzical.
"Is something amiss, man?" Laslo demands.
"You were expecting to be given food?" says the Livyani. "I fear
you have been misinformed. Guests in the sacred precincts of House Recusant
are here to think, not to eat. Study and debate with concentration, for only
when your task is complete shall food and water be supplied."
Stonebreaker's brows darken.
"You expect these noble Tsolyani to starve all day for the sake of your
precious studies?" he demands. "Have you any idea who you are treating
as common slaves? These are priests of the Fourth Circle, colonels in the army,
emissaries of His Most Eternal Majesty! At a word, I would strike you dead for
your insolence. Lord Natoro, do you give the word?"
The other N'luss lean forward, raising their bronze blades.
"Kill me or not," says the Livyani with a perfect absence of the insoucience
he is trying to project. "The rules of the House are written in iron, for
there are many savants but few scrolls in this world. And we do not expect you
to starve "all day," outlander. With proper concentration and effort,
a day of panic will be followed by a day of hunger, then two days of the most
exquisite concentrated thought, followed by a day of lucid delirium in which
many connections transcending the limits of human wisdom can be made, followed
by that less exalted delirium that presages death."
Lord Natoro gestures firmly. "We demand to return to our ship," says
Laslo.
"That is impossible, and not for merely social reasons," says the
Livyani. "Without the spell of Rotary Attraction, you would fall to your
deaths across the Lefthand Bridge. And now, I bid you farewell, and leave you
this warning: do not waste the time you have! The sooner you uncover the reasons
behind the Sun's illness, the sooner we may celebrate with a feast fit for geniuses!"
Laslo, acting on silent instructions from Natoro, faces the Livyani with a
cold eye.
"My master understands that every land has its customs," he says.
"But we Tsolyani are accustomed to working with our allies without the
threat of death hanging over our heads. People who threaten us are not our allies
-- quite the contrary. I have my eye on you, Kravak'nez of Livyanu. I hold you
personally responsible. You will bring food, water --"
"How did you know my secret name?" explodes the Livyani.
"Silence," says Laslo sharply, and his eyes fill with darkness. Kravak'nez
sags to his knees, gasping.
"You will bring food, water and bedding for Lord Natoro's servants, sufficient
for five days. You will do these things or you, Kravak'nez, will personally
account for their lack. Go now; your further presence is not required by Lord
Natoro."
Krava'knez stumbles to his feet, holding his heart with both hands, and staggers
out.
Stonebreaker grins and punches his comrade Varnulf on the shoulder.
"Guess the boy showed HIM who's boss around here!" he says.
"Boy? Surely it's Lord Natoro's doing," says Varnulf. "Did you
see how he stood, how he watched? If Tattoo Boy had made a move on the page-lad,
Natoro would have chopped him in half sure as slaying."
Presently Kravak'nez returns with an armload of cakes, fruit, long narrow loaves
of reddish Dna-bread and strings of nuts.
"This is all I could find, mighty Lord," he says. "Water is being
brought ..."
Indeed it is, by Livyani tattooed with black symbols up and down their arms.
Laslo watches Natoro's face.
"Your enterprise is noted, Kravak'nez," he says. "Pray continue."
Kialandi watches Laslo with admiration. "Nicely done," she murmurs
softly, for only Laslo to here.
Gliding forward, she approaches the tattooed gentleman whose secret name is
Kravak'nez and smiles through lowered lashes, "While we, being wise priests,
are far from intimidated at the thought of spending long hours in a place of
wisdom, I do wonder at the wisdom of our beginning here without any guidance.
Surely, you have people who are already familiar with at least some of these
works with whom we could converse? It would seem a shame to waste time and effort
covering ground your people have already covered. Would it not be wiser for
us to speak with those among you who are pursuing this same goal and learn what
they have discovered, or -- more importantly -- what they have already rejected
as immaterial, so that we might concentrate upon unexplored territories?"
"Ah, yes," says Kravak'nez, "that would seem sensible. Valpurez
is, ah, apparently detained, and none of the sages he recommended have yet been
cleared by the Vru'uneb's patient investigators, so at the moment there is no
one who can assist you. But be patient, I pray, and soon advisors will be found
with whom you can converse knowledgably."
Kialandi says, "Then patient I shall be. I thank you for your kind efforts
upon our behalf."
Kigoth looks up from his studied meditations of the materials that have been
laid out. He states, "I give thanks to Wisdom-deep Ksarrul and to you Laslo,
who by the study of the power of names has wrought this repast. Wisdom, it is
said, grows from the understanding of the deep mysteries my God represents,
but i might offer, without being too bold, that Wisdom is also shown when knowledge,
used wisely, makes the world as we would wish it."
"And here, my good companions and fellow boon travellers, who by dint of
your perseverance and inclination to endure hardship and difficulty for the
pursual of the task at hand, the very saving of our world and our most honored
Tsolyani way of life, may lie the answers which will make all possible for us."
"I believe in my perusals of this material, though deeper research may
first be required, that i have struck at some of the foundation for what may
yet embody, in Ksarrul's most grateful time, the very answer we seek."
[OCC: I continue to watch, and particularly with the aura sight and mind reading
to note if those watching have made 'note' of this in light of my preparations]
"I believe that the Livyani have embraced an imperiled course and failed
to recognize what has been clear to us for some time and by so doing, will not
understand or have the ability to right what is now transpiring with our Sun
and World. Still, with great diligence and sacrifice, it may be that we who
are Tsolyani, can artifice what must pass."
"I believe the answer is here, and with more study, i believe that i shall
discover a part of what must occur, though i pray Ksarrul to guide my mind and
hands and lead me to true understanding."
Ce Fau, who has been quietly and (she hopes) unobtrusively examining the room,
asks Kialandi if there is sufficient space and equipment here for her and the
other priests and priestesses to perform their neccessary oblations.
"It would not do, of course, to incur the anger of the Gods--so inauspicious
an advent for so important an endeavor. I have been careful to resist the desire
to worship Dra at least five times this morning."
(OOC: I am unsure of the timing of the discovery that we could not leave the
building and Laslo
shaming the Livyani, but sometime shortly after either event would like to recount
an amusing tale
in which the stubborn Tigerflower comically ran upside down along a broad treebranch--"like
a stone road in the sky--" in order to steal some poor fellows shiny hat.
Naturally, Ce Fau required the wicked monkey to return across the trees and
take the hat to its owner. "Ah! to teach this little devil to eschew worldly
desires---! Nearly as troublesome as this aged and unworthy woman's heart...")
(OOC2: Moderator--you did not describe the surface of the perpendicualar bridge,
so I assume that it was not polished smooth, but provides the kind of rough
hand-holds a monkey could use. If not--never mind!) Attachment 3k
Indeed the perpendicular bridge was not worn smooth, and a monkey should have
no trouble traversing it.
Kialandi immediately stops what she is doing. Gliding gracefully over to Kigoth,
she bows and says, "Wise Kigoth, I am at your disposal. Direct me as to
best my efforts. Is there some scroll that needs reading or some object that
needs investigating? What use can I be in aiding you in forwarding our cause?"
Turning to Kialandi, Kigoth says, "Most gracious and beautiful of priestesses,
if i may be peremptorily forgiven for any offense that i might offer one who
so clearly represents the ideals to which mortals in service to her Goddess
should so clearly aspire, i must admit that my humble knowledge of your Goddesses
deepest nature has escaped my poor intellect and therefore i cannot predict
as of yet what help you may, in your kindness, offer. If i may press further,
i must admit just my vague and poor understanding of the thirty three unspeakable
acts of which your Mistress is the greatest Practitioner makes the mere presence
of one so honored by her in these arts a difficult to overcome distraction,
though i hope and pray that through my diligence, that this difficulty too shall
provide a small stone on my road to the attainment of the mysteries of All-Cunning
Ksarrul."
"Without a long and winding speech, perhaps, Oh Mistress of the Greater
Dances which give rise to Creation so holy, you may aid by perusing these documents
and seeing if there are some mysteries known only to a practitioner such as
yourself of such motions and actions which may, in some way, reveal the mudra
of the magic which gives us thought towards the mysteries of the Planes of Greater
Divinity by means of those stairs of lesser Night, which do lead therein. For
myself, i shall continue for i feel now that my inclusion in this event and
this journey is well worth the while, for in my studies i have glimpsed the
veils of Azhorrac and the Ways which lead to the Azure and Encrimsoned Heights
of the Ways of Inestimable Enlightenment and i believe that these shall stand
us now in good stead, if only my poor intellect shall encompass what is revealed
before me. Still, what i do have of these arts both curious and hidden, i shall
apply with all the diligence that i hope He of the Blue Room would expect of
His."
Kigoth will later note, "It may be, my friends and companions that what
must be done may be accomplished, though it shrive my soul and require much
of me. I will almost, of a certain, need to confer with my brother of the temple
of Ksarrul and perhaps Priestess Kialandi of the Flowers and Incomparable Beauty
and Mistress of the Dance of 47 Steps shall be able to pursue this course to
completion, though Ksarrul only knows if my will and mind will be strong enough
for the course."
"One point that i must note is that before we left, we had discussed certain
events that might take place, certain actions that should be taken and i say
to you that it may be the case that those should follow for it is quite possible
that it is the very nature of Tsolyani that will make this, our most important
work, viable."
"Therefore, we will need to confer with our companions upon their return
and discover of them the acceptability and likelihood of those actions here-to-fore
discussed and see what may be seen, the Light of the God's shining forth on
our endeavours, we may pray."
Kialandi lowers her lashes demurely, delighted by Kigoth's fair praise.
"I will do what I can to aid you. I speak and read the local tongue and
can put myself immediately to work examining
documents. Which documents would you wish me to examine?"
Kialandi will then sit down and examine whatever Kigoth wishes to have help
with. At one point, she exclaims softly, but then
she shakes her head ruefully. Should anyone ask, she explains that she thought
she had found something, but realized that she
had juxtaposed the letters of the word. Diligently, she presses on. She does
take a break at one point to eat some of the food.
She makes a point of expressing her thanks for this meal to Laslo.
Valpurez returns Mekelu, Hakiron and Vathek (and Chri) to the library, where
Kialandi and Kagoth are closely studying ancient texts, Laslo and Lord
Natoro are facing down a nervous Livyani servant, and Ce Fau is watching
Tigerflower climb the scroll rods.
Valpurez turns, and finds two members of the masked Vru'uneb police waiting
for him. They escort him away.
Everyone, of course, begins talking at once ...
"Most gracious and lovely Kialandi of the Flowers,
were you to take the time and peruse this set of
volumes, perhaps they will reveal some information
which must be known for the success of our mission,
though it is not certainly so. I pray only that your
good Goddess, to whom so much prayer is often devoted,
be with us now as she is so surely with you, her stamp
of devotion being shown so clearly upon thy form and
graceful face."
Kigoth turns to his returning compatriots and says,
"Noble Tsolyani, honored brother priest, masterful
commander of the legions of Rangers and farseeing
commander of our stalwart infantry, as well as you,
most notable of our fellows, stalwart knobbed one; it
does my eyes good to have you back with us here in our
library/bedroom, for it seems as if our good Livyani
friends have decided we will stay here, in this
specific place until their mystery is solved. Thanks
to our quick thinking allies (i indicate to Laslo),
the Livyani were corrected in their belief that guests
should be served food and drink and that hospitality
needs must be observed by meeting the needs not only
of the mind but also of the body.
Strangely, i would have thought folks so
understanding of the arts of mystery and ritual would
be more deeply touched by the rituals of such
interaction in society, it being the very basis for
civilized exchange.
I hope that all is well with you, though i must
admit, that in your absence, we have found but great
stacks of words and difficult texts. I have attempted
to peruse these copious tomes but a little and already
my brain is sore with thought. Still, i will press on
if only to aid in my own small way, this quest."
Kigoth limps over to a chair and sits for a second,
favoring his bad leg even as he occasionally did on
the sea voyage. He bows his head and whispers a
prayer or two to his God.
After his prayer is past, Kigoth looks up and says,
"Brethren, i think the answer we seek is to be found
here, in these books. Our guide Valpuras, while
perhaps knowing little of the laws of hospitality and
how one's guests should be treated - though i must
admit, this may simply be a reflection of the House in
general, did pick most excellently in assembling his
texts. I believe that the very concepts needed will
be supplied by diligent study here."
"This does bring to question one thing, though. I
have to wonder at the reason for their returning
everyone so quickly and placing us all in the same
room again without any guards to 'overhear' of which
we are apparently aware. Do they imagine that we will
instantly indicate all of the things that may have
been ascertained, though my part was certainly for the
most minor of thoughts, without concern for their
spying."
"Nonetheless, i imagine this opportunity at
supposed privacy should be made use of," Kigoth notes
as he coughs. Perhaps the air here does not agree
with him. Kigoth shuffles his feet as if ... shy, and
says, "I only hope that what small things we have seen
suggested in these books may be true. But first, i
hope you will excuse my over directness and let me
inquire of you how each of you are and how things have
passed with you, for your worthiness and past deeds
surely indicates that i should hear all you have to
say ere i continue."
Kigoth turns to sit again and then watches the
returning group with his eyes occasionally seeming to
wander to Kialandi's fair form.
Mekelu once more reveals the fact he tends to speak bluntly. "The people
of these lands are far too worried about the most minor things. They have
many Eyes in their possession. one of which they use as a simple light. I
made note of this, and shortly thereafter, their police took it away, along
with two mechanicians. Then our guide, as you just saw. I fear it is true
they will not wish us to leave, even if we are successful in solving the
mystery of why the sun is cooling."
Kialandi will study those volumes.
Kialandi commends her life to her goddess.
Then, she runs after the retreating Valpurez and, moving before the masked
men, kneels and bows low to the ground.
"I beg your pardon most humbly," she murmurs, "But we have come
a great distance to aid your people in our mutual goal of
returning the Daystar to its proper brightness. But how can we accomplish this
if we do not have the aid of one who knows these
documents and has pondered the wisdom known to your country? I realize gentlemen
of your stature would not request the
presence of this worthy man unless you had some need of him -- still, I beg
of you -- Could not your business wait until after he
has had opportunity to aid us in this most important of quests?
"For a man to complete his duties is both necessary and glorious. Yet,
should the sun fail and all Tekumel with it, we shall all fail
to complete all our duties."
Kialandi sits in one of the sixty-four poses of beauty, listening to the words
of those who have returned. She schools her
expression so as not to show dismay at any of the things she hears. Then, she
rises and glides gracefully to the window (if there is
one) and gazes out thoughtfully upon the view.
Returning to kneel beside Ce Fau, she asks softly if one wished a slip of paper
brought back to the ship, could some intrepid
child be relied upon to deliver it? Or is that asking more than is wise of such
a small one?
The two Vru'uneb look at each other, then at Valpurez.
"What do you say to this, Valpurez?" asks one at length. "Is
your work with
the Tsolyani more important than our inquiries?"
"I ... I have not the wisdom to weigh these great matters, kind observer.
Whatever the Shadow Gods decree is correct."
Both Vru'uneb nod.
"Quite true," says the one who spoke before. "We will consult
them. Remain
here, Valpurez, so we may find you when their verdict is known ..."
"... or not," says the other. "We'll find you anyway."
They leave. Valpurez mops his brow with a handkerchief.
"I fear I may not be able to assist you much longer, if the Shadow Gods
rule
against me," he says. "With luck, should that come to pass, another
of the
sages of the land will be cleared by the Vru'uneb to speak with you. Let us
use the time we have, then. Is there aught in these scrolls which I may
illuminate further for you?"
They leave. Valpurez mops his brow with a handkerchief.
"I fear I may not be able to assist you much longer, if the Shadow Gods
rule
against me," he says. "With luck, should that come to pass, another
of the
sages of the land will be cleared by the Vru'uneb to speak with you. Let us
use the time we have, then. Is there aught in these scrolls which I may
illuminate further for you?"
Kialandi speaks regretfully to Valpurez, "If by my action I have kept
you from speaking on your own behalf and have thus
endangered your chances, I most humbly apologize. Please allow me to help you
should you need help avoiding any unpleasant
fate." She gives him a significant look.
"But now, as you say, let us make the most of what time we have together."
She will accompany him back into the room and and introduce him to Kigoth.
"Wise Kigoth here seems to have insights greater than the rest of us. Perhaps,
he is the best one of us to put out questions to
you...but first i ask that you share with us any wisdom or insights you have
gained upon this most urgent matter."
At some point, Kialandi passes the following information on to the group which
she got from Taluvasz, one of her people and a
native of this land.
Taluvasz says the issue of "who rules Tsamra" is a delicate one. Of
course,
the Shadow Gods do, and their priesthood has the final say on all matters
... but in practice, the great houses, each devoted to the service of one or
another Shadow God in particular, have great influence, some more than
others. He's been away for two years, but when he was here, House Inexorable
devoted a great deal of effort to policing the population here, House
Inquisitive knew much about foreign lands, and House Recusant, where you now
find yourself, knew the most about magical devices, but kept that knowledge
to itself except for trade. Unfortunately, you Tsolyani, selectede by your
Emperor as his most wise, are now part of House Recusant's stock in trade --
they will likely want to extract all our secrets, which means a Scheherezade
gambit, doling out a bit of wisdom every day, could keep us alive for a very
long time. Another House might try to steal us (they would no doubt phrase
it as 'help us escape') but that would be trading one cage for another.
Note that Livyani do not lock their doors, anywhere, ever, nor rely on armed
guards. There is very little to physically prevent people from runnign all
over this building, to any secret room they want. Their barriers tend to be
magical, like the gravity-bridge leading to this spire, or social, like the
certain death that awaits anyone caught breaking any rule, or informational,
as no one is told what various rooms are for until they need to know. A
group of warriors, led by a native guide and shielded by expert mages, could
no doubt escape this tower or run anywhere in it they liked, at the cost of
turning your hosts from polite jailers into hunters.
Lord Natoro gestures to Laslo, who says:
"As long as our privacy, thanks to Kagoth's subtle preparations, persists,
we can discuss our next move. Our hosts' behavior suggests we will not find
easy cooperation in the matter of the item we seek, nor will they
necessarily have the clues we need to riddle out another means to save the
Sun. Who has a plan of action to propose?"
Thoroughly frustrated, Mekelu says, "I say we tell them if we get that
one
Eye, we might be able to solve the mystery. It is not necessarily a
falsehood. Then we make a break for it." He sits back. "I am not sure
how to leave this place, but we have some time for that."
"We have Valpurez here with us," says Laslo. "We could certainly
tell him we need that one Eye to solve the mystery. Does anyone have any reason
why we should not do this?"
Kigoth eases himself out of his chair and stands.
He looks towards Lord Natoro and says, "Most Puissant
Commander, that particular which we have mentioned
heretofore and which was to us suggested by our
masterful captain Erit, is something that we may not,
perchance, do without. From what work and reading i
have already done, i can see quite clearly that it
could not be more vital to the course of action we
must follow."
"Once it is found and uncovered, perhaps by my
most honored brother priest Vathek, whose wisdom in
such matters is certainly far greater than mine, i
believe i may, now that i have been properly informed,
attempt to make use of this item with those pitiful
arts that i have by some small diligence gleaned from
the very least of Ksarrul's wisdom to attempt to set
things aright. At least, such a course of action
seems to be set forth before me from what i have read,
though i believe i will now continue my researches and
meditations until i can be sure."
"As for the carrying out of such actions, perhaps
i should leave that to men and honored companions so
much more skilled with such schedules and i will
occasionally, if some small detail to which i have
been privy becomes important, make note of what minor
things i may."
Ce Fau glances sidelong at Kialandi, gives a soft almost sub-vocalized whisper and wipes her hands together as if shaking off some dust. Immediately, Tigerflower stops what he is doing, leaps from the scrolls stacks onto Ce Fau's shoulder and wrings his tiny paws. Ce Fau gives him a nugget of monkey chow. "Ah, beautiful Daughter of Desire, you have seen with your own eyes what a disobedient and unreliable child (though much beloved of this aged, and foolish heart) I have! Why it is all I can do to keep him by my side, not scampering about the place." Ce Fau makes rubs her thumb and forefinger together and Tigerflower runs along her arm and perches on Ce Fau's wrist. As the monkey eats the nut she gives it, she uses the other hand to tilt the monkey's collar up. Anyone looking closely will see a tiny slit along the inside. "Sadly, I may need to leash him...."
Hakiron martially assesses the livyani which he has seen. Are there men equipped with bows, swords, armor, etc.? Are any of them bigger than a N'luss? Has he seen anyone show any martial skill? Hakiron hefts 'Daybreak' and lets the light slide along the blade. He aks, "Can I speak freely, or will our will the hemlu who are our hosts hear my plan? For if I can speak freely, than allow me to present a plan that would perhaps give us an edge if Chiteng allows."
Hakiron assesses the Livyani as weaker than Tsolyani -- they are thinner, just
as short, not as muscular, and uncoordinated. He estimates a Tsolyani soldier
like Mekelu would defeat one Livyani easily and could probably defeat two at
the same time. So a N'luss, picked by Hakiron himself, ought to be able to slay
them as fast as they come forward!
Laslo assures Hakiron that what the savants of Ksarul wish to keep secret, stays
secret. He may speak freely, for now.
"We have Valpurez here with us," says Laslo. "We could certainly
tell him we need that one Eye to solve the mystery. Does anyone have any reason
why we should not do this?"
Ce Fau slowly makes her way toward Laslo and murmers very softly: "How
long do you wish him to live after he is told, most Honorable child of Heaven?
Ten hours? Ten Days? Or--?"
Kialandi smiles at the monkey and chucks him under the chin if the little creature
will allow her. "Alas, that would be a shame," she says smiling appreciatively.
"But perhaps a leash would be useful as a last resort.
From her expression, she is not discussing leashes at all.
Kigoth awakes briefly from his meditations and prayers to many-wondered Ksarrul
and states,
"I pray that my arts are worthy of such a task, most honored commander.
Such as they are, my pitiful abilities are at the disposal of these, my companions,
and for the nonce, our hosts seem as if they are not hearing us, though this
could be pretense of course."
After his speech, Kigoth rises gracefully and then dispels the illusion of grace
by moving towards the place our victuals have been set and clearly favoring
his left leg.
After Laslo's assurances, Hakiron clears his throat. "We should use their
own tricks against them. Surely with the N'luss we have here and the magical
support offered by the powerful priests and preistesses present we could strike
into the heart of this palace. There we could capture their lord or someone
who is of equivalant power. Once we have our prisoners, Chiteng be willing,
the hostages can become the ransomers."
Vathek says:
"World-honored one, beautiful priestess, brother wise in the hidden wisdom,
captains brave, and you others: we see two impossible things.
Here is the first impossible thing. I am wise in the knowledge of the machines
of the ancient ones. I know the workings of the Seven Sided Prism; I have seen
the innards of the Blue Vessel of Transcending Distance; I have disassembled
and reassembled the Excellent Upright Object That Keeps Drinks Cold.
And yet I say the Livanyu are as far above me as a moon at zenith is above the
mud of the lake bottom of Tsrulghu lake; for they are making and manufacturing
Eyes before our eyes.
To use the Eye of Illumination as a mere lamp, perhaps a Nluss warlord might
do, but not a Livyanu Warlock, not in the very room where technicians are making
Eyes.
There is but one explanation to this first impossible thing: we have been told
a bald faced lie.
Here is the second impossible thing: The Livanyu know the sun will die, and
yet they hinder our efforts to help them to avert this catastrophe.
There are three explanations to this second impossible thing:
First, the Livyanu seek some temporary and petty advantage over Tsolyanu, and
care nothing that all life hangs in the balance. In this case, the Livyanu are
mad, and we are best served by departing from here until they beg us on bended
knee to return.
Second, the Livyanu seek to embrace, rather than avoid the danger. Perhaps those
servants of Sarku who do not live, and need neither air nor food nor light will
not be disaccommodated when the sun is extinguished: the Livyanu may have been
promised such an existence after the solar extinction. In this case, the promise
of cooperation is a shame, meant only to placate some faction among them, a
faction ignorant of the true purpose here.
Third, the danger is far less than feared, and the Livyanu, by means of their
advanced science, know this; or even, they helped deceive the world by means
that stagger the imagination. In this case, this whole stageplay is merely a
deception, aimed only at winkling the Eye of Incomparable Understanding out
of our hands. In this case again, the Eye of Incomparable Understanding contains
a power, or has a function, we have not yet guessed, as we are the ones using
it merely as a lamp when its power is so much greater.
I have a theory as to what function that is, and why the Livanyu desire it.
May I hold and examine the Eye? I cannot say aloud my thought, for, if I am
correct, it is dangerous to speak it." Vathek holds out his glove to whoever
is carrying the Eye.
Lasl, finished leafing through the books, looks to Lord Natoro, who nods.
"Certainly, wise Vathek," Laslo says. He takes the Eye from Lord Natoro,
peers through it at Vathek's face, nods as if satisfied, and hands it over.
"Hakiron, Lord Natoro sees your plan is sound, for it exploits our strengths
vis-a-vis our captors. I fear we will suffer casualties, but if it must be done,
our lives belong to the Emperor, after all. But if the Eye of Daybreak is so
critical to our mission, as subtle Kagoth swears it is, could we not as easily
use our brave N'luss and Tsolyani soldiers to seize it by force, then escape
together with all the books and papers here assembled? Lord Natoro has it in
mind to enlist Valpurez' cooperation, and offer him sanctuary in Tsolyanu, even
as Taluvasz has taken. Valpurez does not seem entirely at ease in this spy-ridden
environment."
"Noble lords of the sword and spear, I ask you: if we can, by Valpurez'
help or sorcery, establish where the Eye of Daybreak is taken, can we win through
to take it? And wise magicians, I ask you: if we carry away the Eye, together
with all the written materials herein, is that sufficient to accomplish the
Sun's rebirth? It seems to me that as we cannot trust the Livyani to aid us
honestly, the Eye and the books are all we can expect from this mission."
"Tell Lord Natoro your rede, experts in war and magic, and he will tell
us what must be done."
"My Lord Natoro," begins Mekelu, "I believe it can be done. However,
it will require all of us present. I ask that you too accompany us, if for no
other reason than once we begin this course of action, we must stay together
if we are to succeed. I do not think the Livyani will expect so bold a maneuver.
And even if they do, it has been my experience that forceful action, swift and
sure, will frequently overwhelm those who rely strictly on the mystical arts,
as they seem to. I would hope we can get close to the Eye using stealth and
guile, before resorting to sword and spell. Then we must simply improvise. Fight
our way to the Eye, secure it, then guard it all the way to the ship. And until
it is away. Indeed, if we could somehow signal the ship we will be arriving
with a desire for great haste to leave, it would facilitate things. As out ultimate
objective is to use the Eye in saving our Empire, I will say that once we have
the Eye, the soldiers, myself, Hakiron and his men, will do what it takes to
get the scholars and priests safely away with the Eye."
Lord Natoro nods grimly, making a series of hand gestures which Laslo interprets.
"Lord Natoro expected nothing less, Colonel," Laslo says. "And
you are right, we should get as close to the Eye as possible through stealth
and guile before using our weapons. There is a device at my disposal which can
signal the ship that we are coming, releasing three black flames which will
be visible through stone and soil. You may recall that Captain Rickert and Magister
Seffan are aware that this signal means they are to make ready to sail at once.
By the time we reach the ship, I dare say all will be in readiness."
"Lord Natoro wishes everyone to have opportunity to declare on this plan,
lest some oversight betray us. Whilst you speak your minds to him, he wishes
me to consult with Valpurez, to assess how much he may be willing to aid us,
and how much we can trust him."
Vathek's face is a silver mask which bears the hint of a tiny silver smile
carved into it, as if the wearer cannot cease from being amused at the unthinkable
evils that await the Day of Release.
Vathek takes the eye and says, "Rumor says the shape-changing Mihalli rule
the humans here in Livanyu; my studies tell me that the only device able to
distinguish a shape-changer from a true human is the Eye of Understanding; the
Mihalli recently gained possession of the Soveriegn Eye that renders the dread
and dreaded Ssu race, the arch- enemies of man, mind-slaves.
"Such an increase in the power of the Mihalli may have prompted the human
Livyanu to attempt a desperate bid to win the Eye from us to use against their
masters, or an equally desperate bid by the masters to keep the Eye from the
hands of their human slaves, if you take my meaning."
"However, there is one here who knows both the Livyanu and the Mihalli,
and, by curiously unlikely personal experience, lived to tell the tale."
Vathek puts his left hand under his voluminous cloak. He walks back and forth
through the room as if seek a good place to stand.
Raising his right hand, Vathek points the Taluvasz and depresses the trigger.
If nothing particular happens, he puts Eye of Incomparable Understanding to
his mask eyehole and looks through it.
At the same time, he casts the Charm of Obdurate Compulsion to Verity, also
called Truthsayer, and says,
"Tell us by what means you escaped from the Mihalli, sir? What did they
instruct you to do, and what did you promise them?"
(To Moderator: "Vathek puts his left hand under his voluminous cloak"
means he has his left thumb on the button to the Eye of the Instantaneous Translation
to the plains of Teretane. "He walks back and forth through the room as
if seek a good place to stand." Means that he is trying to set up a shot
so he can hit Taluvasz without hitting anything else aside from the wall behind
him.)
"Tell us by what means you escaped from the Mihalli, sir? What did they
instruct you to do, and what did you promise them?"
Taluvasz says:
"The Mihalli known as Ksamanduish took me in his tubecar back to Tsamra,
interrogating me the while on what I knew of the Ssu and of the Tsolyani. He
seemed utterly disinterested in what I knew of Livyanu, even though as a high-ranking
spy, I knew much that was secret and potent about House Inexorable and several
other Houses. Indeed, when I tried to mollify him with a particularly useful
revelation (for I admit, in my terror at his sudden metamorphosis, I was at
wit's end to tell him whatever would please him and spare my life) about House
Recusant, he cut me off with a stare of his terrible scarlet eyes. He seemed
disappointed that I was not better known in foreign lands, for it would have
been useful, he mused, to kill me and imitate my form."
"When we arrived, he took the form of one of the Trumpeters of Revelation,
bound me with metal rope, and led me out as though his prisoner. But I shouted
for help, blaspheming the Shadow Gods as foully as I could, rousing the Trumpeters'
Guards to righteous fury. The Mihalli tried to silence me with his hands, and
I poked him in the eye with such force that he rebounded into his true form,
showing the Guards who the real enemy was here. They attacked, and to my everlasting
shame, instead of aiding them, I ducked back into the tubecar and pressed a
button at random."
"I did not go to the island of the Black Ssu; I know this, for I would
surely have been eaten or tortured to death. But I weakened and swooned from
hunger, and when I awoke, the tubecar was docked in S'satis, the capital of
Mu'ugalavya. I speak that language, fortunately, and though a Livyani in a land
which loves my people not, was able to barter my way across the border to Tsolyanu,
and make the acquaintance of an officer who took me to Bey Su. In time I was
trusted to enter the Golden Tower at Avanthar, where I met Kialandi again, and
she asked for me to be added to her staff."
"This I swear by the true gods both stable and changeable."
Having already made one devastating sweep of such provender as was provided,
and relying on his keen sense of timing, Chri now responds to the earlier movement
from Ce Fau's quarter. Waddling over, he sets not one but two sets of hands
wringing and rubbing together while a pair of his flat eyes stare fixedly into
Ce Fau's face with what he assumes could only be read as an imploring gaze.
"N, m
hey
m-monkey-pellet? Hey
"
Ce Fau shakes her head sadly: "Abandon desire! It is a snare and a falsehood."
Ce Fau bows very low before Lord Natoro: "Oh great one, pardon this your
miserable servant for reitirating what you have (no doubt, being wise among
savants) already observed: The lobster enters the lobster pot with ease, but
the shape of the pot contrains the creature to remain." "This little
child of demons," Here she strokes Tigerflower "can scamper down a
near-vertical bridge with ease--but how shall your humble servants, cumbered
with books, scrolls and artifacts manage this task?"
Ce Fau falls silent, her face twisted in what appears to be a terrible internal struggle. After a time, she turns again to Laslo and murmers very softly: "If it is your will, and that of your master (the God shower blessings upon your path), I may send a more complete message to the ship by means of this tiny monkey, to my counterpart amongst the Emperor's (May he live forever!) spies still on board the ship." She pauses, bows slightly and moves to where she has left her small sack, containing her writing supplies.
Hakiron nods in agreement. "Aye, I suggest we find someone who knows this
place inside in out. Then we use them as a guide to take us to the most important
person in this palace, the head chief or shadow lord priest. Then we make them
transport us from this place safely, perhaps even by tubecar, with all that
we wish to carry or their lives are forfeit. By Vihmula, we will use their own
tactics against them!" Hakiron takes in the room, and asks. "How many
of these eyes can be used as weapons? Mekulu, if we have not already done so,
I suggest that we should gather them up and prepare them for use."
Vathek reports that this tale, to the best of the ability of his dark art to
discover the hidden truth of things, is correct and accurate to the best recollection
of the speaker.
Laslo consults with Lord Natoro, then turns to the rest of the Tsolyani.
"Wise Vathek and subtle Kagoth, if you are finished establishing Taluvasz'
trustworthiness, let us proceed."
"I have spoken with Valpurez and he has agreed to aid us in exchange for
our spiriting him away to Tsolyanu. He has informed me of the location to which
the Vru'uneb will almost certainly have taken the Eye of Daybreak. It is a chamber
within the pinnacle of this tower, where the continual chanting of the house-magicians
converge to form a cone of unbreakable mystic fortitude. None can eavesdrop
by sorceries subtle or direct, save from the bottom of the cone, which is open
and faces down within House Recusant itself. If the Vru'uneb are concerned about
persons interested in the Eye (and being secret-keepers, they can have no other
interest in it, as both our Livyani allies attest), they will of course take
it to a place safe from prying eyes."
"Lord Natoro has it in mind for us to go there, now, using whatever ruse
or spell seems best calculated to get us there unmolested. Then we will take
the Eye, by bargaining if possible, by force if not, and exit this tower either
over the Sidelong Bridge (which Kagoth says he can lift us across, albeit one
at a time) or at street level. Either way, we try to make it back to the ship,
or to the Temple of the Twelve Trumpets of Revelation, beneath which is a tubeway
car we can use to make our escape."
"If we are separated, make for the ship. Only if you cannot reach it are
you to use the tubeway car; without the Oblong Key used to direct its motive
spirits, the car can get us out of Livyanu, but there is no telling where we
will emerge!"
"Now, what means do you propose to get us to the top of this tower without
drawing the wrath of the guards? It would be well for us to go undetected, or
at least unsuspected, as long as possible." Kialandi says, "By the
grace of Hrihayal, I have been granted the Alter Visage spell, which allows
one man to look like another. I also brought mundane means of disguise along,
which I have a talent for using. Perhaps, we could, with Valpurez' help, transform
some or all of us to look -- at least at a distance -- like people who would
be permitted to approached this place."
Ce Fau gestures toward the walking ottoman, "A powerful spell indeed! This
unworthy old fool also has the means to alter her own appearance to approach
that of the Livyanni, but, is it not written that "the clothes make the
man?" Alas, I have no skill with needle and thread, and no garments but
those I wear.
With spells cloaking them as properly tattooed Livyani, the delegation proceeds
up the angled stairs toward the Pinnacle Throne at the top of House Recusant.
Laslo, peering through the Eye of Incomparable Understanding, sees beams of
flowing instructions passing through the walls at various heights and, with
the aid of a bit of colored chalk, helps everyone pass around them without interrupting
the flow of Livyanu's magical messages.
Kagoth and Vathek peer in all directions, their mildly smiling silver masks
smiling mildly. Of course, no one can see them, because when you look at one
another you see cheerful, determined Livyani librarians covered head to toe
with intricate blue tattoos.
Several agents of the Vru'uneb pass by the party, always in pairs or fours,
and though they give the disguised Tsolyani searching glances, so excellent
is Kialandi, Vathek and Kagoth's illusion that they pass right on by, reassured
that all is as it should be.
Finally Valpurez indicates a portal, beside which stand two green-and-blue-tattooed
Livyani with enormous feather-fans on curved basilwood rods. A Livyani messenger,
dusty from the road and bearing his scroll in a white-knuckled first, approaches
the portal and its beaded curtain. The guardians of the gate sweep their fans
over his skin, brushing away every trace of his tattoos as though they were
colored dust, and he enters as bareskinned as a Tsolyani, pushing the beads
aside. The beads are obviously very heavy, and Kagoth thinks he recognizes the
dull clink of leaden Dra-symbols, used to absorb and diffuse magic. Perhaps
the entire chamber is lined with lead beads, or maybe just the entryway.
Laslo passes Mekelu a scrap of paper. Squinting to focus through the illusion-fog,
Mekelu makes out the words,
"Valpurez swears the Eye is within. Rush the door, or pass through and
trust to our disguise? You are the ablest of us all at assessing mortal risk,
builder of artifice to resist sudden death."
Kialandi watches the tattoos vanish and looks at her companions whose tattoos
are a mix of illusion and paint. Her fingers rest on the hilt of her knife as
she waits for more militant minds to decide their first action.
Brita hiGaladar, friend and companion to Kialandi, points out that if the leaden
curtain keeps the people inside from sensing what goes on outside, then the
fan-bearers could just be quickly killed (or, perhaps, captured and silenced)
and no one inside would be the wiser. Then the priests could adjust their illusion
so we look like bareskinned Livyani rather than tattooed Livyani.
"And what does that mean, brushing off their tattoos, anyway? Cha!"
Ce Fau nods to Brita and plucks a simple wooden flute from her sash. "Ah!
Happy are those men whose friends and companions seek wisdom. Is it not written
that death may come on soft feet, all-unanounced whilst one is busy with mundane
tasks that distract the mind?" Her wrinkled old-face smiles charmingly.
"Such men," she gestures towards the guards, "are ripe for tales
and songs which would bring their minds closer to Dra." OOC: Ce Fau skips
on her silk gloves and readies her poisons
Brita hiGaladar, a clean-limbed fighting woman, master of the sword and dagger, has no idea what Ce Fau is preparing to do.
"Hakiron," Mekelu whispers, "and everyone else, be ready. We
will approach, and I will step forward. Just before they use the fans on me,
I will stumble to my knees. They will focus on me. Hakiron, you and your men
take them out. I will help. The rest will cover for us if we are too slow."
Mekelu leads the group forward, with subtle directiosn from the priests to avoid
any last lines of communications. With the others a step or two back, Mekelu
steps forward, but stumbles and falls to his knees. Just as quickly, he grabs
the left hand guard by the ankle and yanks him off his feet...
Hakiron smiles a knowing grin and signals his men that they should silence the
guards. As soon as Mekelu goes down he attempts cleave the other guard in twain.
MEKELU yanks the guard's foot out from under him, causing him to land hard.
His feathered fan brushes Mekelu's shoulder, but causes no harm.
HAKIRON strikes the other Livyani guard on the head and cuts him in two, splitting
the head and shearing off the left arm and leg. The Livyani collapses sideways,
missing the leaden curtain. VARNULF the N'luss seizes his fan before it can
fall from his fingers.
"STONEBREAKER" MAKKOR, another N'luss, stabs downward to dispatch
the guard MEKELU tripped, while NATORO holds his plumed hat over the man's mouth
to muffle his cries.
A Livyani scribe comes around the corner, bearing a message for the men in the
Pinnacle Room. CE FAU breathes a quick puff into one end of her flute and a
needle pierces the scribe's neck, paralyzing him instantly. A N'luss grabs him
and wraps his head securely in a cloak, leaving him alive for questioning.
Apart from Hakiron's grunt, a puff of air, and the thump of the other guard
hitting the ground, the attack has made no sound at all.
The portal is taken. As Kagoth's inquisitive gaze affirms, no magic can penetrate
the leaden barrier. But it can easily be pushed aside. The question becomes,
shall the Tsolyani peer through it or enter, and if the latter, who shall go
first?
Hakiron silently nods in satisfaction, and uses a cloak to keep the blood from
the slain guards from spreading under the curtain.
Hakiron quietly asks the priests in the group if the fans can be used as weapons
or to dispell magic.
Than he looks to Mekelu to see who should go through first and if the plan is
to kill or capture those on the other side.
"I suspect the fans erase knowledge-spells," says Laslo quietly, "as well as removing fragile enchantments from the poisonous emanations beyond. They might be quite effective against magicians ..."
Mekelu says, "I like the plan of using the magic disguise to make us appear without tattoos. I will go first."
Mekelu shakes his head in embarrassment. "I misunderstood. In that case,
peeking through will probably get us in trouble. I saw we walk in boldly, as
if we belong there. Again, I am willing to go first. In fact, let me go first,
wait a few moments before following. That way any response will be focused on
me, so you can move with impunity."
If Ce Fau is not too far away to hear this exchance or respond to it without
having to raise her voice, she speaks: "The arts which befool the eyes
of men are well known to the Honorable Priestess Kialandi-- no workings of Dra
will dispell her handiwork..."
Chri waddles (sideways?) toward the curtain making bubbling noises deep in his
craw. He heartily disapproves of Mekelu's offer to go first and take the brunt
of any counter attack.
"Chri, my friend, they will be expecting one with our shape. Which may delay any attack a few moments longer." Then Mekelu smiles and adds, "So be right behind me, hidden by me."
Kialandi will stand beside Ce Fau and keep a sharp eye out down whichever direction
that the honorable story teller is not looking. She will wait in the hall, prepared
with a poisoned dagger ready in one hand and a healing spell prepared, in case
our people meet some terrible fate as they enter the room and rush out again
injured. If it becomes clear that back up is not needed outside, she will follow
the others inside.
Mekelu walks through the beads first, with Chri toddling behind. As Kagoth has
suggested, Mekelu wears Livyani clothes, with his hair tied back and dusted
to look like the part-bald Livyani style. It need only fool onlookers for a
moment, after all.
And it seemingly does. Inside a round room with a sharply vaulted, near-vertical
roof are two groups, both in black. One man wears the silver mask of a priests
of Ksarul, and his two companions in leaded steel armor bear steel shields silvered
with the visage of the Smiling God - they are clearly soldiers of the 35th Medium
Infantry, the "Legion of the Prince of the Blue Room", sacred to Lord
Ksarul and well-equipped with sorcerous tools, including numerous Eyes.
This group is to Mekelu's right; if the door is at six o'clock, the Ksarulites
are at three o'clock. At nine o'clock, to Mekelu's left, is another group of
three, clad in rippling black wrappings of silk so fine it curls around their
limbs at the slightest movement, like fire on a burning branch. One is a little
girl perhaps eight years old, pulling her lower lip thoughtfully. Another is
a tall, stern-looking Mu'ugalavyani, swarthy and sunburnt like all of his breed,
clean-shaven with sharp hawklike cheekbones and thick, forbidding eyebrows.
The third is a wild-looking Yan Koryani, with upswept eyebrows, a two-forked
beard and a mirthful toothy smile.
Each bears several Livyani tattooes on their cheeks and foreheads, and all of
them have vivid scarlet eyes.
A woman stands between the groups, which glare at each other warily. She is
tall and lovely, with a lissome grace and confident poise that seem perfectly
natural, wearing scarves of green gauze and ribbons of white satin.
Inside the room, to one side of the doorway, are six Livyani - two librarians
and four messengers. They are seated on the ground, watching the interplay.
One of them whispers to Mekelu, "Shh. Important ritual. We're not to disturb
till they're done. Have a seat, why don't you?"
(Such other persons as wish to enter can do so at this time, without drawing
attention. The N'luss stay outside in easy earshot.)
The priest of Ksarul holds up a five-headed tool like a scoop or shovel, made
of copper.
"Behold," he says, "the Five-Fingered Spade, sacred to Lord Sarku,
emblem and eidolon of the Living Death. Obtained at great cost and difficulty
by our Ndalu Clan, now brought here to your kingdom."
"Show us," commands the Yan Koryani flatly.
"By no means," says the Ksarul priest. "I will demonstrate its
identity from here. In your own house, we must take what precautions against
theft as we can."
"You think highly of those precautions, Kerektu, priest of the Doomed God,"
says the Mu'ugalavyani. "Preparations and caution did not save your Doomed
Prince from oblivion within the Blue Room - are you so proud that you believe
they will change your fate?"
The Ksarul priest holds up an Eye with his other hand.
"I have the means to destroy the Spade, if you give me reason to doubt
our exchange will end well," he says mildly.
"No!" gasps the woman in green and white, and the impassive-faced
black-garbed trio agree.
"I will demonstrate that this is indeed the one true Five-Fingered Spade,"
says Kerektu. "Do you still have the undead Mrur we brought with us from
Tsolyanu?"
"Indeed," says the little girl. She opens a chest, from which a white-crusted
hand gropes. Slowly a Mrur, one of the undead shamblers of the night, staggers
forth, crackling and crunching as its funerary coating of salts and spices flakes
away with every tottering step.
"The power of Lord Sarku is manifest in the world," observes Kerektu.
"His will animates dead flesh, making the impossible into the commonplace.
What fool could deny Lord Sarku's divinity, seeing this miracle with his own
eyes?"
Kerektu rotates the Five-Fingered Spade, chanting words in a drowned language.
The room grows cold with the accession of Outer Planar power.
And the Mrur straightens, crackles, then tumbles over, a lifeless heap of bones.
"A counterspell, cancelling the enchantment that animates the dead,"
says the little girl. "So what? You promised us much more, Kerektu."
"I promised much, but I have given much. Consult with your puppets, if
you doubt my word, as you should, of course. Lord Sarku's influence in this
plane is symbolized and crystallized by this Five-Fingered Spade. Rotated as
it is, I have directed his gaze and will away from Tekumel. Nowhere upon this
world will any of Sarku's spells function, nor any of his priests draw inspiration
from him."
The three strangers close their eyes, their lips moving quickly. The woman in
green and white reels, clasping a hand to her heart.
"What have you done to me, sorceror?" she wails in perfect, melodious
Bednjallan. "I am undone!"
"Hardly, your Majesty," says Kerektu. "Your immortal body is
animated by the grace of Lord Sarku, to be sure, but also by Lord Belkahnu,
the master of Life Eternal, and Lady Dlamelish, goddess of the Delicious Flesh.
Of them all, Sarku's contribution was by far the least. This simple spell of
Refreshment, a gift of my own god, will replace what we have taken."
Kereku makes a few passes, speaks a word, and "her Majesty" feels
better.
Mekelu, seeing her in profile, suddenly remembers long-ago school days, and
a statue in a certain temple of Hrihayal in the northern plains. This woman
is an exact double for Queen Nayari, founder of the First Imperium, mother of
the Bednjallan Dynasty four thousand years in the past! What was her epithet
attributed to her beauty? "Nayari of the Silken
" something
or other, wasn't it?
Chri notices she smells nice. Perhaps she rubs flowers on her skin.
Once Nayari recovers her composure, the three Livyani have returned.
"It is as you say, Kerektu," says the little girl. "All the undead
have fallen, their strings cut like so many puppets. Priests of Sarku are suddenly
bereft of their god's guidance. The star Crowseye, portal to the dimension of
Undeath, has gone out in the sky. Indeed you hold the One True Key of Sarku."
"I said as much," says Kerektu with a smug intonation.
"Then see this, priest," says the Mu'ugalavyani. He holds up the Eye
of Daybreak, whose white radiance floods the chamber. "The Eye of Daybreak,
the Key of Hnalla. Its possession would aid you greatly in exerting control
over Tsolyanu, where the priesthood of Hnalla is greatest among equals, not
so?"
"Indeed," says Kerektu. "But do you not fear to part with it?
Hnalla's absence threatens you as much as it does ourselves, as the sun warms
your shores no less than Tsolyanu's."
"We do not fear Lord Hnalla's wrath," says the little girl. "We
Shadow Gods are owed favors from him of old. But without him, the Sun will shine
on as before, displaying its blessings with fine impartiality. For although
Lord Hnalla controls the Sun, he is not the Sun, and the one can exist without
the other."
"Then why is the Sun going out?" demands Kerektu.
"Because it pleases us that it do so," says the Yan Koryani. "There
are many worlds, and this one not the greatest of our holdings. But if you crave
its warmth, by all means, take the Eye yourself, and unlock Lord Hnalla once
more. It can be yours, if you bid highly enough."
"The Spade," says Kerektu. "Here, examine it."
Nayari takes the Spade from Kerektu and crosses the room to hand it to the three
Shadow Gods. Mekelu notices that Kerektu and his escorts have not moved from
their spot since he came in, and discerns faint chalk marks circumscribing the
places where they stand.
Nayari accepts the Eye of Daybreak from the Mu'ugalavyani and recrosses the
room to hand it to Kerektu, who examines it with great difficulty through the
eyeslits in his silver mask.
The Shadow Gods and Kerektu look up at the exact same moment.
"Not good enough," they say in near-unison.
Kerektu is the first to recover.
"What else do you want?" he says. "I have another Key, but it
is vital to my temple's existence."
"You mean you have two Keys, priest of secrets," says the Mu'ugalavyani.
"And they are not so much critical to the Temple of Ksarul as to the Ndalu
Clan, your secret society within the temple which seeks political power above
all else. But tell me, are they as vital as the keys to the Isles of Teratane
or the Fields of Glory? For we have the Keys of Lord Belkhanu and Lord Karakan
as well."
"Preposterous," declares Kerektu flatly. "The Key of Belkhanu
is in Mihallu, the property of their Sacred Tetrarch. And as for Karakan, everyone
knows the Adamant Shield lies at the bottom of the Perengana Deeps for lo, these
thousand years."
"It did," says the little girl. "Until the Sarlavyani brought
it up. It made its way to a temple offering to Shiringgaya, the Triple Goddess,
and thence to this place."
"You stole from Shiringgaya's temple?" says Kerektu. "Her cult
has entire orders of drug-addled assassins ready to throw their lives away at
their high priest's whim - surely they will hunt you to the ends of Tekumel!"
The little girl laughs, and the laugh bells out and rings far deeper than it
should.
"Foolish boy," she says at last. "How little you know of the
very world beneath your feet!"
"Yes, well," says Kerektu. "I'm empowered to offer you the Circlet
of Darkness, sacred to Lord Hru'u, for the Eye of Daybreak. But I cannot, will
not offer you the Eye of Omniscient Understanding, for it is sacred to Lord
Thumis, my temple's arch-rival, and critical to our holding the gray-robes at
bay. The Spade and the Circlet for the Eye of Daybreak - that is my best offer."
"Freeze in the dark, then," says the Yan Koryani wolfishly, turning
away from Kerektu. The Mu'ugalavyani turns away also. But the little girl cocks
her head to one side instead, studying Kerektu's masked visage.
"There is something not quite right about your words, Kerektu," she
reproves in wondering tones. "You cannot truly believe you can lie to us?
Surely not. But something is amiss
you suspect your Eye of Omniscient
Understanding is an imitation, not the true article. Is that what troubles you?"
"Demon!" says Kerektu suddenly. "No conceivable intelligence
can read my mind - my shields are of the most intricate, most ancient imaginable!"
"Then the limits of your ability to conceive and imagine are laid plain
for all to see, Kerektu," says the little girl remorselessly. "For
you bring one sect's genius into the heart of an entire nation organized for
magic and expect to keep secrets from its masters. Since the day you were born,
Kerektu, we have trained telepaths and clairvoyants to study every particle
of the matter of your mind. We marked your mind from birth as one of interest,
and our interest only grew with every achievement you mastered. Here in House
Recusant, six dozen adepts of the College of Clearing the Mists Away are currently
in rapport with one another, to the exclusion of all else, monitoring every
thought that flashes through your young, feeble, vacuous human mind. We are
aware of your thoughts before you think them, before they even form in that
sodden pit that animated your animal ancestors. I hope for your sake your misgivings
about the Eye of Omniscient Understanding are untrue, for to send you here with
a false offering means vengeance beyond description for your Ndalu Clan."
"And I myself?" says Kerektu. "I still have the Eye of Daybreak,
and the means to -"
"Shatter it to bits?" says the little girl. "Go ahead, Kerektu.
Doom your world. YOUR world, Kerektu. Not, as you will remember, ours."
Kerektu raises the Eye of Daybreak and the other Eye he carries, holding them
close together.
"Ah," says the little girl. "There is some chance you might destroy
the Eye, after all. That we cannot allow."
"My mystic shields will keep you at bay long enough to -" says Kerektu.
And then Nayari gives him a sidelong glance and touches his face with her fingertips,
trailing them over his cheek just behind the silver of his mask.
Kerektu gasps, and his limbs go rigid. After a moment, blood runs in narrow
runnels from the eyes, nose and mouth of his smiling silver mask.
Nayari expertly goes through his clothes, finding a crown of black crystalline
thorns that pulsates with a purple radiance that is not light, but the antithesis
of light, draining illumination from its surroundings.
The two soldiers of the Legion of the Doomed Prince start forward, lowering
their spears at the Mu'galavyani and the Yan Koryani at the far end of the room.
Those two men glance at each other and grin.
Their grins widen, splitting the skin at the sides of their mouths until they
curl around to just below the ears. Yellow fur thickens on their limbs as their
legs and backs grow longer, their clothing shredding away as they rise to their
full seven-foot height, glaring from red, red slanted eyes under extravagant
greenish manes.
These are MIHALLI, the dreaded shapeshifters of children's horror tales, shedding
their human disguise like so much dried skin, flexing terrible claws and baring
mouthloads of jagged needle-like teeth as they roar their challenge at the soldiers
of Ksarul!
Kialandi, kneeling by the door and listening, gapes in astonishment. Keys? Mystic
Secrets? The ability to turn the light of the gods on and off like so many lanterns?
What do all these astonishing claims mean?
No wonder the Omniscient Eye is so important! It is the prime portal of the
god of Wisdom, the eye -- literally -- through which he sees the world! Surely,
these foul shapechangers must be slaughtered! And yet, what can she, a dancer
with a poisoned knife, do against the likes of this?
Silently, she prays to Hrihayal for guidance, hoping that the eye that controls
her goddesses influence has not been turned off too.
Indeed. Both he and your humble narrator noticed that it would be quite a coincidence
if the shapeshifting secretive godlike race of Mihalli and the shapeshifting
secretive godlike race of the Shadow Gods were entirely unconnected ... unless
the world is full of races of secretive manipulative near-godlike beings, and
why assume two such races when one will do? Call it Vathek's Razor.
Kialandi will listen to the subtle priest of the Doomed God of the Blue Room
with more respect in the future!
Ce Fau, standing beside Kialandi and watching the corrider, every sense strained,
hears the woman's slight, hard intake of breath. She bites a withered lip in
indecision: To continue at her self-appointed task or discover what has shocked
the imperterbable young priestess. She murmers a prayer to Hnalla who has always
guided her hand and allows her off hand to brush Kialandi's shoulder. She murmers
very softly: If you learn ought that dare not die with us--speak! If Kialandi
moves into the room Ce Fau will know--otherwise-- best that old eyes keep watch
for unexpected dangers....
Kialandi whispers, ever so softly. "They can turn on and off the gods
like so many hooded lanterns! These great eyes! They are the gods eyes!"
Ce Fau murmers her reply: "Sharp indeed are the eyes of the young, to see
the gods and to be certain of their actions... are these the Liviyani sorcerers
of whom you speak or their shadow gods, made flesh?"
¿ "Neither, they are the horrid betrayers...the shapechanging Mihalli, like our friend who betrayed us..." Kialandi glances nervously at all her companions, waiting for the moment when yet another will reveal himself (or herself) to be a Mihalli.
Following an old maxim, "In Chaos There Is Profit," Mekelu decides
to sow some confusion. He looks at the stunned librarians and messengers, saying
with all the urgency he can muster, "Run! Tell people of the treachery
here!" Mekelu holds apart the curtains for these people to flee, then ushers
in the rest of his group. He says, "Let the others fight among themselves."
He is already rushing, still weaponless, towards where Nayari is fiddling with
the Circlet of Darkness. He dives and slides along the marble floor, his shoulder
knocking Nayari onto her side. He quickly grabs up the Eye of Daybreak, and
the other Eye Kerektu was holding.
"My apologies, Milady Nayari," he says.
A Livyani messenger comes jogging up the stairs to the Pinnacle room, bringing
his message scroll in a tight-clutched fist. Fortunately, Kagoth has adjusted
his illusion to make it appear that the two fan-bearers are at their posts,
waiting to remove the tattoos of any who seek entry.
Ce Fau, who has fortunately not allowed herself to be distracted, puffs a sudden
fluting note which stops the messenger in his tracks. He blinks, fighting the
effect of the poison, and tries to speak, but a N'luss grabs him by the throat
and strangles his cry a'borning.
Meanwhile, inside the Pinnacle Room, Mekelu shouts to the Livyani messengers
to run and tell all of the treachery that faces them, holding the curtain open
for them to exit and his allies to enter.
The Livyani messengers turn and crowd for the beaded curtain. The little girl,
who has not yet shed her human disguise, gestures with both hands and speaks
a many-vowelled word. The curtains slam closed and become as rigid as iron,
trapping the messengers inside.
(Any Tsolyani who wanted to go inside were inside before this, of course. Ce
Fau and Kialandi are definitely outside.)
Ksamanduish, the Mihalli who was disguised as a Mu'ugalavyani trader, opens
wide his leering toothy jaws and blows a curtain of fire over the two Ksarulite
soldiers. One hurls himself aside, while the other catches the brunt of the
fire on his shield and falls, stunned but not killed.
The second Ksarulite soldier attacks the Mihalli who was disguised as a Yan
Koryani. That Mihalli wraps his hand in an intricate magical pattern and holds
it forth, slamming the Ksarulite across the room with an invisible wave of force.
Mekelu now runs for the center of the room where Nayari is fiddling with the
Circlet of Darkness. He dives and slides along the marble floor, his shoulder
knocking Nayari onto her side. He quickly grabs up the Eye of Daybreak, snatching
for but missing the other Eye which Kerektu was holding.
"My apologies, Milady Nayari," he says.
"Remain calm," says the little girl to the panicked Livyani. "The
Vru'uneb will soon come and sort truth from error."
Outside, Ce Fau and Kialandi hear a torrent of sandaled feet rushing up the
stairs
Mekelu is tempted by two things. The beauty of Nayari and the glory he could
acquire by bringing all these Eyes and objects back to his Emperor. But he also
knows how dangerous this woman is, having seen what she did to Kerektu. With
no weapon to fight her for the Circlet, he makes one last grab at the other
Eye Kerektu had, before scrambling away. In his hand is the focus of their mission.
And if much of the local magic is stilled at this time thanks to the Spade,
it might make their escape easier. If they can only leave this room...
Mekelu finally looks up to see how many of his party are in the room, and the
status of the various fights.
Unless I hear otherwise, I believe Chri, Vathek, Kagoth, Natoro, Laslo, and
Hakiron are in the room, together with Taluvasz, Valpurez, and two N'luss warriors,
Stonebreaker and Varnulf.
Ce Fau, Kialandi, Brita and the remaining 18 N'luss are outside. Lots of people
are coming, but still not visible.
Mekelu is indeed tempted by Nayari's breathtaking beauty, so much so that he
almost forgets where he is for a moment. Had he been of weaker will, who knows
what might have happened? Truly she has charms beyond this mortal sphere!
Nayari snatches the Eye of Daybreak from Mekelu's hand as he snatches the other
Eye away from her. She points the Eye at Mekelu's head as if to activate it,
which would blind him with dazzling light. Of course, the Eye he holds, if it
could destroy the Eye of Daybreak, would kill her instantly, and she no doubt
knows that.
I'll await everyone's next move before telling you what Nayari and the others
do. A recap:
KSAMANDUISH the Mihalli, FU SH'I the Mihalli (the one who pretended to be a
Yan Koryani) and the LITTLE GIRL are all three turning their attention to the
knot of humans by the exit, having for the moment fended off the Ksarulite guards.
We have seen that KSAMANDUISH can breathe fire (and as Vathek and Hakiron know,
he has other, mightier fire spells at his disposal!), and FU SH'I clearly knows
the Mighty Hands of Kra spell, which telekinetically extends his hand's reach
and strength. The LITTLE GIRL hasn't displayed any offensive abilities yet ...
or has she?
The Mihalli are massively tall, ropy rather than bulky, with thin, flickering
yellow tails beating rhythms on the floor.
Chri is occupied pulling apart the nice soft metal curtain with the monstrous
strength of his clawed hands and feet until he sees that flowery-bint point
something at Mekelu ... at which point he utters a stunning bellow (do Mihalli
have keen hearing?) and charges (running skill). Should he be blinded by her
eye (he has no idea what all these gadgets are supposed to do at this point,
having quite lost track) he'll simply rotate faces as he advances so as to have
a fresh set of eyes ready when slapping (and hopefully disarming) the tart.
Ce Fau draws herself to up: She seems talker, and speaks aloud in the accents
of a commander, her body language that of one used to being obeyed: Surely our
clever priests can maintain the illusion of normality, while sweet Kialandi
can charm all who come into accepting this as truth. If the doughty barbarian
warriors will send--," she pauses, grimaces, "If the N'luss will ready
themselves to slaughter all who walk into our ambush, we may yet buy ourselves
time to retrieve our comrades within." She then smiles sweetly, and seems
to shrink: "Everyone knows old women are helpless: I hope they will forgive
me for fainting in terror." Ce Fau, confident that her carefully painted
tattoos cannot be dispelled, wrests a message scroll from a Liviyani messanger,
checks to see that any unusual accoutrements of hers are tucked out of sight
and faints gracefully along the side of the corridor near one of her victims.
OOC: The fan is tucked in the hand out of sight, the hand holding the scroll
conceals the flute. She watches the corridor from beneath her lashes, waiting
for an enemy shape-shifter or magician to appear...
"KSAMANDUISH!" Hakiron roars. He has not forgotten the betrayal. Hakiron
assaults Ksamanduish with an aggressive attack. Please note that Hakiron is
not trying to capture Ksamanduish, he remembers how deadly he can be.
Kagoth will attempt to use the ever so simple spell of aportation to remove
the eye from the hand of Niyari, particularly while her attention is focussed
on our brave Mekelu. If it works, spell shield quickly follows.
Mekelu is so entranced he leans forward towards Nayari, saying, "Milady,
I only wish to exchange the Eyes we each now possess..." but he feels the
strength of her power drawing him even closer. He is almost powerless to stop
her. But then he is shaken from the near-trance by the familiar battle cry of
his faithful friend, Chri. He turns just in time to see the short one barreling
towards himself and Nayari. If Nayari is also distracted by the charge, Mekelu
will grab the Eye of Daybreak, then run for the door.
The three Mihalli act in concert, spreading their clawed yellow-furred fingers
and gathering mystic energies from the Planes Beyond.
Vathek notes to himself that owing to the spell shields inherent in the construction
of the Pinnacle Room, the Mihalli can only draw on what is directly below them;
of course, that's a tower full of Livyani sorcerors, so perhaps that's sufficient
unto the task.
The little girl says, "Fu Sh'I, gather in the Keys. Ksamanduish, the man-thing
grasping at our Eye annoys us. I shall reduce the noise level forthwith, by
quieting these chattering monkeys with the hush of Doomkill
"
Her eyes jump from scarlet to incandescent yellow, and leaping sparks boil from
them, whirling in the air as they grow larger and more brilliant, dividing into
all the colors of the rainbow, as though the rainbow had been shattered into
shards by a tornado, flattening its course and leaping to devour the humans
crowding against the exit!
Laslo inclines his head, and when it snaps upright, his eyes are black, filled
with darkness from rim to rim.
"Demons of Change, I loose my long-held sentry over your appetites! Raven,
burn, slay and dissolve!" he cries. His hair flies out behind him, revealing
him to be Princess Jadis, once and former master of the dark rites of Lord Hru'u.
The flood of howling, hissing, gnashing living ribbons of darkness made visible
collide in mid-air with the twisting, glinting, razor-hungry shards of shattered
light, and utterly devour one another.
The little girl raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, my," she says softly. "Competition."
Laslo/Jadis collapses in Natoro's arms, spent by her exertions.
Chri gives a bone-stunning bellow, shocking Nayari momentarily insensible. Mekelu
snatches the Eye of Daybreak from her and pivots to run for the door, facing
squarely the mutual annihilation of demons and Doomkill. So it's hardly surprising
he checks his first step for a moment.
Fu Sh'I, the Mihalli formerly disguised as a Yan Koryani, makes swift passes
and apports the Spade of Sarku and the Circlet of Darkness from Kerektu's limp
form, as though directing puppets on invisible strings. His magic also plucks
at the Eye of Daybreak, but not hard enough to tear it from Mekelu's grasp.
The Spade and Circlet soar across the chamber into Fu Sh'is left hand, while
Kerektu's other Eye rotates in place, its unwinking blue iris turning to face
Mekelu and Nayari.
Another spell plucks at the Eye of Daybreak, yanking it from Mekelu's hand and
sending it spinning across the room, diamond highlights twinkling, into Kagoth's
outstretched midnight-blue gloves. He covers it at once, hiding its light as
abruptly as sunset at sea.
Hakiron charges toward Ksamanduish, roaring his name and beginning to froth
at the mouth and nose. Ksamanduish drops back a step and cocks his fingers in
the pose of the Torrid Eclipsing of Mortal Flesh, a spell of firey doom Hakiron
has seen unleashed more than once.
"Come closer, man-thing," taunts Ksamanduish. "I want you to
see your doom first-hand, as it devours your entire puny tribe!"
Vathek gestures impatiently, and the flames flickering over the inside of Ksamanduish's
palms gutter out. Instead of an all-devouring eruption of crimson fury, his
spell delivers up a cough of yellow sparks and dies.
"Ah," says Ksamanduish, as Hakiron's gleaming sword Daybreak carves
through his midsection.
*
Meanwhile, outside, a group of Livyani soldiers comes charging up the stairs,
and is met by a squad of N'luss who, thanks to Ce Fau's redirection of their
attention, are nearly all looking in the right direction.
The massive N'luss crash into the desperate Livyani like adult warriors facing
skinny adolescents. The Livyani are actuated by a life-long reverence and dread
for their Shadow Gods, but the N'luss follow Lord Chiteng, god of furious battle,
and whereever they fight is their holy ground.
WHAP! WHAP! flash bolts of miniature lightning, sending one and another N'luss
sprawling from the bite of several Eyes of Thunderous Rebuke. A Livyani gestures
sharply with his hands, cutting deep into the armor and flesh of several N'luss
with the invisible force of his spell. But several other Livyani raise amulets
or Eyes only to lose the hands and arms which hold them, and most of the sorcerors
in the struggling press of humanity are interrupted, battered and beaten down
and broken, before their spells can even begin.
In moments, six N'luss remain standing, and no Livyani live within the compass
of their swords. The stairs are strewn with the slain.
One last Livyani warrior, carrying his long spear and his shadow-amulet, comes
around the corner and upon the ghastly scene. The N'luss closest to him bares
yellow teeth in a triumphant grin.
*
Although nearly gutted, Ksamanduish's inhuman strength sustains his consciousness
long enough for him to clamp his crocodilian jaws over Hakiron's head, seize
his upper arms with curving claws, and BITE DOWN HARD.
The little girl looks over at Fu Sh'I, who has the Spade and Circlet clamped
in his left hand, and nods decisively.
"Too many variables here, I think," she declares. "Shield us,
Fu Sh'I, while I deal with these pests."
Fu Sh'I begins another spell while the little girl throws back her head and
speaks in a great, gobbling booming voice, gargling Livyani words of such acid
clarity that all her listeners understand:
"Tower-priests of House Recusant, the Shadow God Esmea commands your obedience!
Gather your energies as never before. Tap through the Abyssal Curtain of Subadim
beyond which lies the hoarded strength of your mortality, and spend it in my
name! Focus your wrath on this chamber until nothing with a soul survives!"
Kagoth's smiling mask illicits little of what passes through his mind and few can see the sweat that gathers around his brow as he is faced with what is certainly the most difficult set of quick castings within his life to this date. With words and an offhanded gesture, the stone in an area around Kagoth is cracked into a strangely occult shape, a pentagram. Seconds after that, Kagoth's chanting changes in pitch and the Pentagram begins to glow with unearthly power, even as his already existent spell shield begins to prepare for the incoming powers. The Pentagrams protection also flares in the presence of so much trained magical energies and produce fitful glows and then blaze into unearthly light. (OCC: Once the pentagram is up, i drop the spell shield) Kagoth then chants again and points at the Mihalli holding the Spade of Sarku and the Circlet of Darkness and using the Eye of Daybreak and the secrets he has pried from earlier readings, he uses what would have been only a simple flame jet spell and an appropriate turn of the Eye to create a torrent of flame that will bathe his foe in unmitigated devastation. (Watching the flow and power as it arrives, modify so as to avoid backlash as best as possible for myself and my companions). Kagoth says out loud, "Brother Priest, Beautiful Kialandi and those who are my companions, step within my warding for it is all the protection i may now offer." While he maintains a flow of man towards the spell of fiery destruction, Kagoth reaches his mind towards the words and thoughts that the 'Shadow God' is sending towards her tower and uses an illusion to cause them to sound as if she is "commanding all within the tower to immediately depart, to save their lives, for the Shadow Gods are delivering vengeance on all who stay". Assuming there is ever time, i have any possibility, am not slain already or my mind laid bare to the careful and loving ministrations of the mihalli, i will again attempt to gain the spade and circlet. This time using the 'Distant Blow' spell on the hand and an 'Air Golem' spell to catch and carry the items to safety. well.... we can dream, can't we?
Mekelu of course changes direction back towards the fray, now that the object of their mission is there. "Chri, get the one with the Spade and Circlet!" The little one's legs are short, but he is faster than most anything. Mekelu himself charges into the little girl with a full body check, hoping his armor causes her pain.
Chri brings the hurt on as Mekelu bids. If he happens across any of the various
baubbles and bits that the two-legs are apparently fighting over he'll shove
them into his mouth for safe keeping as he goes about dealing out thrashings.
Ce Fau waits until the last Livyani has been sent to his reward by the N'luss,
then calls from her postition on the floor: "It may be that we could discomfit
our foes by damaging those they rely upon to support them. Surely there are
other fell sorcerers in the tower that we may discover and destroy?" She
will rise only if it appears this course of action is likely to be employed
or if her original targets should appear Ce Fau's heart is saddened by the knowledge
the the red-eyed girl stands too far from the curtained doorway to appreciate
the song of her flute. Yet she reminds herself: The hooded cobra [*] must suffer
the attack of the mongoose [*], while the asp [*] lying still amongst the dead
leaves is free to strike... [*] Or the cobra, mongoose & asp-ecological
niche equivalents...
"Doomkill,"Ce Fau sniffs silently to herself. "DOOM-kill. Faugh!...In
*my day* fell demonic mistresses of malignancy had more imagination and better
sense..."
Hakiron's head is inside the mouth of the beast, and the beast has control
of his arms&
He growls in fury and tries to roll backwards pulling the beast down onto him
while planting his feet onto the beast s torso. Then he will use the strength
of his legs to push the beast off.
OUTSIDE ON THE STAIRS:
Kialandi fleetly follows the advice of the learned Ce Fau and run to do her
best to disrupt the wizard's concentration with the Eye of Frigid Breath. Spraying
its white exhalation into every room she passes, Kialandi freezes several priests
and many acolytes in their tracks.
THE PINNACLE ROOM:
FU SH'I, the Yan Kor Mihalli, opens a Nexus Point, a portal in space beside
himself. CHRI rushes him. KAGOTH washes them with Eye of Daybreak-enhanced fire,
but not in time to prevent CHRI and FU SH'I from toppling into the Nexus Point.
ESMEA, the Little Girl Mihalli, is attacked by MEKELU. She focuses her Soul
Blighter spell on him, but several of her key priests downstairs are blasted
out of the loop by Kialandi and therefore lose their concentration. Her spell
fails to drive Mekelu's soul from his body, which is quite a comfort, all things
considered. However, he does drop in his tracks, momentarily dead. As his heart
resumes beating, ESMEA backs through the Nexus Point, scowling at Kagoth.
KSAMANDUISH, the Mu'ugalavyani Mihalli, tries to bite Hakiron's head off. Hakiron
seizes Ksamanduish's arms and rolls backwards, tearing the Mihalli off of him.
Teeth break and wounds slash Hakiron's head and chest, but he is free!
KAGOTH's smiling mask reveals little of what passes through his mind and few
can see the sweat that gathers around his brow as he is faced with what is certainly
the most difficult set of quick castings within his life to this date. With
words and an offhanded gesture, the stone in an area around Kagoth is cracked
into a strangely occult shape, a pentagram. Seconds after that, Kagoth's chanting
changes in pitch and the Pentagram begins to glow with unearthly power, even
as his already existent spell shield begins to prepare for the incoming powers.
The Pentagram's protection also flares in the presence of so much trained magical
energy and produces fitful glows that then blaze into unearthly light. His next
planned action, to incinerate FU SH'I, cannot now be taken because FU SH'I is
no longer present.
Kagoth says out loud, "Brother Priest, Beautiful Kialandi and those who
are my companions, step within my warding for it is all the protection I may
now offer."
Kagoth reaches his mind towards the words and thoughts that the 'Shadow God'
is sending towards her tower and uses an illusion to cause them to sound as
if she is "commanding all within the tower to immediately depart, to save
their lives, for the Shadow Gods are delivering vengeance on all who stay".
All the Livyani priests flee the tower by any possible means, some leaping from
high windows.
The N'luss tear apart the magically-held portal, bursting into the room just
in time, as KSAMANDUISH draws himself up to his full seven-foot height and cackles
triumphantly.
"Foolish man-things! Aberrant labor-beasts! How you ever managed to sharpen
metal I will never understand, but your betters have once again bested you!
We hold six of the Nine Keys now, and when we have gathered the seventh and
eighth, your puny Eye of Daybreak will serve you not at all against the other
Eight Powers of Heaven! But just in case you find some way to slightly impede
our predestined triumph, perhaps it were as well if I were to release my hold
on this mortally wounded form of flesh, and let the fire that burns in my Blue
Sphere rage free
"
He coughs, and thick sticky blood bursts from his mouth.
"ahem
it seems the decision is made for me. Goodbye, old companions
ha, ha! Ha ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-haa!"
From his yellow-furred hand, a blue ball drops and rolls slowly across the flagstone
floor. It glows and grows larger with every moment, spreading light so intense
that it heats the room like a charcoal oven.
Mekelu rises from the floor and waves at Kagoth.
"Get out! Protect the Eye!" he shouts. "Hakiron, use your men
to protect Kagoth! If we lose the Eye, our losses are for nothing!"
Then he runs across the room, apparently intending to smother the Blue Ball
with his own body.
Since it appears that her advice has been taken, Ce Fau may now safely step
aside from the 5th way of Dra. A low whistle--and Tigerflower dashes across
to climb her shoulders and bury himself in her hood, his small body shaking
as the blood smell (which had nearly overwhelmed the small beast) is allayed
by the familiar almond scent of Ce Fau's favorite perfume. Tucking the fan into
her sleeve, the flute into her belt and her small sack across her shoulders,
she snaps out, "Warriors! Let the two champions of our shipboard competitions
(for she noted how the N'luss contested amongst one another for sport during
the long voyage) guard the entrance where they may take revenge upon the monsters
within when the last of our comrades are slain!" "The rest, follow
Kialandi! Let none trouble her, but your swords will rend them in twain!"
She travels with the N'luss down the corridor, the serpent hidden within the
tall grass...
Also, it appears Mekelu, instead of smothering the expanding blue ball with his body, slaps it with his hand as though in a game of Kering-ball and smacks it neatly into the closing Nexus Point.
Hakiron bleeding from multiple gashes staggers to his feet and bellows, "By
Chitengs fiery breath! You heard Mekelu! Everyone out! N'luss guard Kagoth!"
Hakiron then scoops up his sword, chops off Ksamanduish's head, and staggers
out of the room with the head in one hand and his sword in his other.
Good plan! What really happens is that Ksamanduish dodges to one side, skidding
on his own blood, and lurches toward the Nexus Point. He sees the glowing blue
ball pass through a step ahead of him, looks behind him to see Hakiron approaching
with his sword, and immediately chooses the burning blue death over the devil
with the brilliant sword.
Kagoth gathers himself up and addresses his companions: "My companions, we have come this far but now we must proceed further. Our enemy even now escapes through the tube beneath this city to attempt to reach the land of the dreaded black Ssu ere we can bring what is obviously the righteous wrath of the Gods on their heads. They intend no less than to destroy the Gods influence within the world with these selfsame objects they have collected. With the affect of only one of these, you can see what has happened. The sun itself has grown dim and proceeds to go out. I can scarce imagine the horror that awaits when all of these things have been so worked!" "Let us cloak ourselves and move through this city with speed and gain access to that hidden place, that station in the depths where this transport may be gained so that we can block these dread foes from creating the doom of us all." With that Kagoth prepares to leave the chamber.
Oh! Well, in that case ... it's your IQ against his.
He loses. HANDILY.
The other two Mihalli are going to the tubeway station far below the city --
indeed, it's the same tubeway station you know about, under the Temple of the
Twelve Trumpets of Revelation! They plan to take a tubecar to Bassu, Island
of the Black Ssu, to recover the Eighth Key from around the neck of Bassa, King
of the Black Ssu.
Why? Because these Keys are the material extensions of the Gods into this plane.
They were originally used to lock Ksarul away in the Blue Room. Once the Mihalli
have all nine keys, (and they now have six!) they can rotate them not just so
as to cut the Gods off from this plane, but the Nine Keys can be used to support
one another, so that none of the Nine can be re-opened without opening all at
once! Then, of course, the Mihalli will just scatter them throughout a myriad
of empty planes, so none can find them again, and then they will rule this world
without the interference of the Gods!
This, by the way, is what the Mihalli race has been plotting since before the
fall of Ksarul. They were CREATED by Ksarul to be his servants, but they secretly
allied with the other Gods, and overthrew him from within. The Mihalli have
been patiently gathering the Keys through a number of guises: they are, as you
already guessed, the Shadow Gods of Livyanu. They also covertly rule the vast
desert nation of Mihallu, whose name must certainly have been a clue. Shringgaya,
goddess of Sarlavya, is another form assumed by Esmea, the "little girl"
you just met and who almost slew you all. Fu Sh'i is the advisor and court sorceror
to the Baron of Yan Kor.
So of the five great nations of the world, the Mihalli control three! (Livyanu,
Yan Kor and Sarlavya). Only the grim warriors of Mu'ugalavya and the learned
nobles of Tsolyanu have remained free of their covert command. In Ksamanduish's
mind is the belief that if only Mu'ugalavya and Tsolyanu would go to war once
more, all the Mihalli-controlled nations would then be able to suddenly turn
on Tsolyanu, attacking it from four sides and conquering it once and for all.
And this is necessary, because the Ninth Key, the Key of Vimulha, also known
as the Three-Bladed Sword, was found in a tomb by Mekelu's legion and returned
to the Imperial Tower at Avanthar last year. The only way to get inside there,
now that the Mihalli ally Prince Dhi'chune has been defeated, is to conquer
all Tsolyanu by force of arms. Ksamanduish, who has a false identity as a Mu'ugalavyani
prince, was working to start another war in the West before he came here.
Whew!
Anything else you want to know before Ksamanduish dies?
Kialandi, armed with the Eye of Frigid Breath, has descended the spiral stairs
into the core of House Recusant, freezing priests along the way.
This had the primary effect of disrupting the death spell that the Shadow God
Esmea was weaving upstairs, but it has also aroused the wrath of all the priests
and soldiers in the building.
If Jagi will permit me, I'd like to assert that Kialandi flees back upstairs
before the Livyani catch sight of her. Otherwise, there's a rather one-sided
fight scene coming up: her Eye of Frigid Breath makes it one-sided in her favor,
unless the Livyani can somehow block or resist it, in which case it's thirty
to one the other way.
By the way, as Kialandi glances behind her she notices Ce Fau has been following
her, watching for attack from behind.
***
Kagoth, meanwhile, is leaving the Pinnacle Room in a swirl of night-blue robes,
protected and surrounded by Hakiron and the N'luss. Mekelu, after probing the
spot where the Nexus Point closed over Chri and the escaping Mihalli, checks
on the two Ksarul soldiers, gets them on their feet, and rejoins the company.
"I am Taman and this is my brother Namat," says one of the Ksarulites.
"We were assigned as bodyguards to Kerektu, in order that his errand for
the Ndalu Clan not endanger the Temple as a whole. He hoped to trade several
items of great magical significance to the Shadow Priesthood in exchange for
the Eye of Daybreak; it would not do to have that Eye fall into the hands of
the Petal Throne, who would probably give it to the priests of Hnalla. Our Sleeping
God is not immanent in this world, alas, so the other priesthoods have an advantage
already. With a direct communion with their God, the Hnallists would be far
too influential in Imperial affairs. Given their craven submission to Prince
Dhi'chune's designs on the throne, we could not allow them to wield still greater
authority."
"We certainly did not expect to meet the Shadow Gods themselves!"
choruses Namat. "But seeing that they are Mihalli clarifies much. All Livyanu
is ruled by charlatans, nonhumans posing as gods. If nothing else, we must see
that this information is borne back to the Temple of Ksarul, and of course the
Omnipotent Azure Legion."
Queen Nayari glides ahead of Kagoth on slippered feet, halting him with a raised
hand.
"Hear me, O Kagoth," she says in a voice like violin strings. "Once
I was a queen in the South, feared and loved from Shenyu to Mihallu. Mine was
the Bednjallan Imperium, mine the hand which raised Pavar to the head of the
priesthoods and held the parchment while he wrote his Summation of the Twenty
Gods. Long have I lain in dreamless sleep, till my tomb was ransacked by followers
of Lord Sarku. They sought my grave-crown, in which was set the Key of Belkhanu,
the gateway to the Isles of Teratane. But they were not humans. They were Mihalli,
and bound me to their service with that selfsame Key. They commanded me to use
my wiles to help them gather the Nine Keys from all over the world, and so I
have done, for the purpose of isolating each God in his or her own Outer Plane,
leaving this world a dead and sterile thing of matter alone, which they intend
to rule. This has been their purpose since time immemorial."
"They secretly control Yan Kor, and Sarlavya, and of course Mihallu, through
their web of false identities. Only Tsolyanu and Mu'ugalavya resist their subtleties;
Tsolyanu is subtler still, and Mu'ugalavya so blunt and direct that their tendrils
can find no purchase on their stony surface. But even there, their possession
of the Keys gives them great power over the priests of those Gods."
"Only Ksarul can save us now. Only Ksarul, alone of all the Gods, has no
Key incarnating his presence on this plane. Why this is, I cannot explain; I
am no priestess. But that means that, against the Mihalli, only Ksarul's priests
will retain their spells, their vigor, and their clarity against their wiles.
The Keys do not merely shut down the flow of Other Planar power to a priest;
they rob that priest of the pillar of his self-confidence, the axiom on which
he builds his inner universe. Priests faced with the Key of their God can be
assailed by such melancholy that they will do anything the Mihalli suggest,
finding all courses equal in despair, or at best, they will stand by and do
nothing while their hearts are consumed within them."
"Think, then, O Kagoth. Can you trust the other priests, not of Ksarul
but of other Gods, who accompany you? Would it not be best for us to leave them
behind, and place our faith wholly on solid ground?"
Natoro coughs, indicating the dizzy Laslo.
"Quite right," says Shishkresh hiBilburna. "Kagoth hiGachayal,
estimable Priest of the Fourth Circle, does not command here. The priests of
this party take their direction from, uh, Laslo."
Nayari raises an eyebrow at Laslo, who is clinging feebly to consciousness in
Natoro's arms.
"And when he is indisposed," says Shishkresh hastily, "then Kialandi
is next in command of the priestly contingent."
Kialandi arrives at this moment, about to tell breathlessly of the angry horde
of Livyani charging up the stairs ...
... and is surprised to find everyone, even some of the enemies of a few minutes
ago, looking to her for direction!
Kialandi does indeed flee upstairs before they see her...While the eye is powerful, she is not so foolhardy as to assume that they might not have an archer out of her range or some other way of attacking her if she decided to blithely slaughter them all without backup. Kialandi takes a split second to compose herself. Then, she simutaneously spins about, so that she is moving backwards towards her companions, her Eye poised to blast any coming up the stairs and calls out, "Enemies come!" Turning her head to regard those who are not of her companions, she calls "If any among you can halt them, we need not fight. Otherwise, prepare yourselves!"
***
Kagoth, meanwhile, is leaving the Pinnacle Room in a swirl of night-blue robes,
protected and surrounded by Hakiron and the N'luss. Mekelu, after probing the
spot where the Nexus Point closed over Chri and the escaping Mihalli, checks
on the two Ksarul soldiers, gets them on their feet, and rejoins the company.
"I am Taman and this is my brother Namat," says one of the Ksarulites.
"We were assigned as bodyguards to Kerektu, in order that his errand for
the Ndalu Clan not endanger the Temple as a whole. He hoped to trade several
items of great magical significance to the Shadow Priesthood in exchange for
the Eye of Daybreak; it would not do to have that Eye fall into the hands of
the Petal Throne, who would probably give it to the priests of Hnalla. Our Sleeping
God is not immanent in this world, alas, so the other priesthoods have an advantage
already. With a direct communion with their God, the Hnallists would be far
too influential in Imperial affairs. Given their craven submission to Prince
Dhi'chune's designs on the throne, we could not allow them to wield still greater
authority."
"We certainly did not expect to meet the Shadow Gods themselves!"
choruses Namat. "But seeing that they are Mihalli clarifies much. All Livyanu
is ruled by charlatans, nonhumans posing as gods. If nothing else, we must see
that this information is borne back to the Temple of Ksarul, and of course the
Omnipotent Azure Legion."
Queen Nayari glides ahead of Kagoth on slippered feet, halting him with a raised
hand.
"Hear me, O Kagoth," she says in a voice like violin strings. "Once
I was a queen in the South, feared and loved from Shenyu to Mihallu. Mine was
the Bednjallan Imperium, mine the hand which raised Pavar to the head of the
priesthoods and held the parchment while he wrote his Summation of the Twenty
Gods. Long have I lain in dreamless sleep, till my tomb was ransacked by followers
of Lord Sarku. They sought my grave-crown, in which was set the Key of Belkhanu,
the gateway to the Isles of Teratane. But they were not humans. They were Mihalli,
and bound me to their service with that selfsame Key. They commanded me to use
my wiles to help them gather the Nine Keys from all over the world, and so I
have done, for the purpose of isolating each God in his or her own Outer Plane,
leaving this world a dead and sterile thing of matter alone, which they intend
to rule. This has been their purpose since time immemorial."
"They secretly control Yan Kor, and Sarlavya, and of course Mihallu, through
their web of false identities. Only Tsolyanu and Mu'ugalavya resist their subtleties;
Tsolyanu is subtler still, and Mu'ugalavya so blunt and direct that their tendrils
can find no purchase on their stony surface. But even there, their possession
of the Keys gives them great power over the priests of those Gods."
"Only Ksarul can save us now. Only Ksarul, alone of all the Gods, has no
Key incarnating his presence on this plane. Why this is, I cannot explain; I
am no priestess. But that means that, against the Mihalli, only Ksarul's priests
will retain their spells, their vigor, and their clarity against their wiles.
The Keys do not merely shut down the flow of Other Planar power to a priest;
they rob that priest of the pillar of his self-confidence, the axiom on which
he builds his inner universe. Priests faced with the Key of their God can be
assailed by such melancholy that they will do anything the Mihalli suggest,
finding all courses equal in despair, or at best, they will stand by and do
nothing while their hearts are consumed within them."
"Think, then, O Kagoth. Can you trust the other priests, not of Ksarul
but of other Gods, who accompany you? Would it not be best for us to leave them
behind, and place our faith wholly on solid ground?"
Natoro coughs, indicating the dizzy Laslo.
"Quite right," says Shishkresh hiBilburna. "Kagoth hiGachayal,
estimable Priest of the Fourth Circle, does not command here. The priests of
this party take their direction from, uh, Laslo."
Nayari raises an eyebrow at Laslo, who is clinging feebly to consciousness in
Natoro's arms.
"And when he is indisposed," says Shishkresh hastily, "then Kialandi
is next in command of the priestly contingent."
Kialandi arrives at this moment, about to tell breathlessly of the angry horde
of Livyani charging up the stairs ...
... and is surprised to find everyone, even some of the enemies of a few minutes
ago, looking to her for direction!
When the frenzy has quieted down, this is the scene:
Mekelu has revived the two Ksarul warriors, Namat and Taman, but Chri has been
lost with the three escaping Mihalli.
A lot of Livyani warriors are coming up the long sloping stairs to the Pinnacle
Room, but they haven't arrived yet.
Kagoth wishes to pursue the Mihalli to the tubeway station beneath the Temple
of the Twelve Trumpets of Revelation. Ce Fau, who has memorized the city map,
says that lies but a few streets to the north, so that once the party escapes
this tower, there should be no trouble reaching it.
Two barriers lie in the way: the Livyani guards and the Angled Bridge whose
gravity runs sideways.
This might be a good time to discuss the next step. Kialandi asks, "What
have we accomplished and what do we still need to do? Who has gained something?
Have we lost anything other than Chri? Do we have any idea how to rescue Chri?
Is there any reason to stay here?"
Hereschal says,
"We have learned the Mihalli's plans and have possession of the Eyes of
Daybreak and Omniscient Understanding, which are crucial to the Mihalli's designs.
Chri has passed through the Mihalli Nexus Point -- they are heading to the tubeway
station, so if we get there quickly enough, we may be able to rescue him. There
is no reason to stay here."
"Also, once we reach the tubeway station we can send the Eye of Daybreak
directly back to Tsolyanu, or ... Kagoth, can we perhaps heal the Sun from here,
now that we have the Eye?"
Kialandi says, "Then, let us head for the tube car immediately! Perhaps
Ce Fau can consult with our native guides, Taluvasz and Valpurez, to determine
between them the shortest path. On the way, perhaps Vathek, the eye expert,
will aid Kagoth in examining the Eye of Daybreak and determining what might
be done immediately, without pausing, and what needs to be done later, with
careful study?"
Hakiron nods his head in assent and hefts his sword while his own blood trickles
down to the floor. He staggers towards the stairs and pauses to remove a tooth
of Mihalli that was still embedded in his flesh.
Hakiron notes that several of his shield-brothers are down, but more are standing.
"Stonebreaker" holds up four fingers.
"Valch, Heboca, Gwalchbog, Gorwyth," he says, curling one finger with
each name.
Bacas, the light-haired thick-limbed hulk, holds up his left thumb, his right
arm curled uselessly against his armor.
"Bacas can fight," Stonebreaker agrees. "The paint-kilts use
Eyes instead of spears, Hakiron. Our armor does little good against them."
Mekelu, meanwhile, has sorted out the marching order. The priests are all in
the back, of course, protected by Natoro, Hereschal and the Livyani allies.
Namat and Tamar, the Ksarulite spearmen, will run down the center of the stairs,
using their spears to push enemies out of the way to left and right. A wedge
of N'luss will go between them and finish the enemy as they push past them.
"We push down to the roseate level," he says, "then straight
out to the Angled Bridge. The priests will help us across when we get there.
Once there, we're heading straight for the Temple of Twelve Trumpets, no matter
what."
"We are Tsolyani," he says, "on a mission for the Petal Throne.
Nothing this country boasts can stand in our way."
"Ready?"
>From: "Erskine, Bill" <berskine@a...> >Reply-To: tsolyanu@yahoogroups.com
>To: <tsolyanu@yahoogroups.com> >Subject: RE: [tsolyanu] A Pause
for Breath >Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 13:13:03 -0400 > >Hakiron nods his
head in assent and hefts his sword while his own blood >trickles down to
the floor. He staggers towards the stairs and pauses to >remove a tooth of
Mihalli that was still embedded in his flesh. > > > >-----Original
Message----- >From: L. Jagi Lamplighter Wright [mailto:lampwright@e...] >Sent:
Wednesday, June 18, 2003 12:00 PM >To: tsolyanu@yahoogroups.com >Cc: John
1Wright >Subject: Re: [tsolyanu] A Pause for Breath > > > >Kialandi
says, "Then, let us head for the tube car immediately! Perhaps >Ce Fau
can consult with our native guides, Taluvasz and Valpurez, to >determine
between them the shortest path. On the way, perhaps Vathek, >the eye expert,
will aid Kagoth in examining the Eye of Daybreak and >determining what might
be done immediately, without pausing, and what >needs to be done later, with
careful study?" > > ----- Original Message ----- > > From:
Steven Johnson <mailto:msolarman@h...> > > To: tsolyanu@yahoogroups.com
> > Sent: Wednesday, June 18, 2003 11:40 AM > > Subject: Re: [tsolyanu]
A Pause for Breath > > > > > > > >From: "L. Jagi
Lamplighter Wright" <lampwright@e...> > >Reply-To: tsolyanu@yahoogroups.com
> >To: <tsolyanu@yahoogroups.com> > >Subject: Re: [tsolyanu]
A Pause for Breath > >Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 11:30:16 -0400 > >
> >Kialandi asks, "What have we accomplished and what do we still
>need to do? > >Who has gained something? Have we lost anything other
than >Chri? Do we > >have any idea how to rescue Chri? Is there any
reason to stay >here?" > > > > > > Hereschal says,
> > "We have learned the Mihalli's plans and have possession of the
>Eyes of > Daybreak and Omniscient Understanding, which are crucial to
the >Mihalli's > designs. Chri has passed through the Mihalli Nexus Point
-- they >are heading > to the tubeway station, so if we get there quickly
enough, we >may be able to > rescue him. There is no reason to stay here."
> > "Also, once we reach the tubeway station we can send the Eye
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1397 From: L. Jagi Lamplighter Wright <lampwright@erols.com> Date: Wed
Jun 18, 2003 0:31pm Subject: Re: A Pause for Breath "Ready!"
----- Original Message ----- From: Steven Johnson To: tsolyanu@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Wednesday, June 18, 2003 2:48 PM Subject: RE: [tsolyanu] A Pause for Breath
Hakiron notes that several of his shield-brothers are down, but more are standing.
"Stonebreaker" holds up four fingers.
"Valch, Heboca, Gwalchbog, Gorwyth," he says, curling one finger with
each name.
Bacas, the light-haired thick-limbed hulk, holds up his left thumb, his right
arm curled uselessly against his armor.
"Bacas can fight," Stonebreaker agrees. "The paint-kilts use
Eyes instead of spears, Hakiron. Our armor does little good against them."
Mekelu, meanwhile, has sorted out the marching order. The priests are all in
the back, of course, protected by Natoro, Hereschal and the Livyani allies.
Namat and Tamar, the Ksarulite spearmen, will run down the center of the stairs,
using their spears to push enemies out of the way to left and right. A wedge
of N'luss will go between them and finish the enemy as they push past them.
"We push down to the roseate level," he says, "then straight
out to the Angled Bridge. The priests will help us across when we get there.
Once there, we're heading straight for the Temple of Twelve Trumpets, no matter
what."
"We are Tsolyani," he says, "on a mission for the Petal Throne.
Nothing this country boasts can stand in our way."
"Ready?"
Ce Fau bows to Kialandi "My pleasure is to serve, princess of the lotus
blossom. Four* streets North of this tower of decadent Demon Princesses, lies
the tube station of your desire." She unwinds her simple rope belt holding
its lenght between her age-spotted hands. "Alas, that this is too short
to span the Angled Bridge (though not too heavy for Tigerflower to carry across
to a willing hand, of course)." As she reties her belt she cocks her head
thoughtfully. "Do these aged and unworth ears hear the approach of the
servants of our enemies? Would it not be... interesting, if their Shadow-Gods
and overweening priest servants were to appear before them?" Ce Fau lightly
twirls her flute between her fingers.
As Mekelu leads the charge down the stairs, a long pole comes bobbing around the bend in the spiral staircase, with an Eye affixed to the end. The pole has a string affair to allow the Eye to be triggered remotely and is about 10 feet off the ground. What would everyone like to do?
How evil and clever!
Kialandi hits the floor and shoots the eye with her eye...who knows, maybe it
will freeze the trigger, at least momentarily! ----- Original Message -----
As Mekelu leads the charge down the stairs, a long pole comes bobbing around
the bend in the spiral staircase, with an Eye affixed to the end. The pole has
a string affair to allow the Eye to be triggered remotely and is about 10 feet
off the ground. What would everyone like to do?
Mekelu doesn't even hesitate. He dives low, ricocheting off the wall, trying
to come in at the knees of whomever is holding the pole and Eye.
Fwooshsssssh
. The Eye of Frigid Breath freezes the pole, its Eye, and
the wall behind.
Mekelu caroms into the Eye-holder and knocks him down. Right behind the Eye-holder
was a squad of Livyani daggermen ready to rush up the stairs in the wake of
the Eye's effect and finish off the survivors. They now bend to finish off Mekelu.
Which is fatal, as the N'luss thunder down the stairs and attack them!
The two Ksarulites have long spears, and can stab Livyani daggermen with impunity.
The N'luss have long swords and axes, which could have been used at full extension
to strike the Livyani without being struck in return, but they are not in fact
used that way today. The N'luss slam into the Livyani, bowling over their slighter
adversaries and sending them down the steps in a tangle of limbs and gore.
They then burst into a high-ceilinged chamber at street level, through the open
arches of which Livyani can be seen on their daily errands, taking no notice
of the carnage within. A Livyani priest at the center of the room gestures to
summon a spell; Dwalgi the Axeman hurls his weapon overhand and cuts him down.
Two more priests link hands and invoke the spells encoded in their tattoos;
Tegri tsoBellon kicks one in the stomach and wrenches their arms apart, leaving
a stuttering trail of ozone and sparks as their magical connection is broken.
But across the chamber is a Livyani archpriest with an Eye of Thunderous Rebuke.
He triggers it, spitting green flashes of shocking devastation. Cawraidd the
Mighty, largest of the N'luss, charges him and takes every single bolt with
his own body, saving half a dozen lives. He may or may not be still alive when
he tackles the archpriest and smothers him under his own bulk, but it hardly
matters; his name will live forever.
Namat, one of the Ksarulites, comes down the stairs and pokes his spear hard
into a tapestry, behind which an assassin with a dagger was hidden. Another
assassin bursts from the tapestry on the other side, chokes, and topples unconscious.
Ce Fau waves aside the sharp odor of poison with her fan.
The streets are right outside, but this is clearly not the way to the Angled
Bridge. Look for it, or head outside and make for the Temple of the Twelve Trumpets?
"We must make for the Temple of Twelve Trumpets, yes?" asks Mekelu.
"If we are to stop their infernal plan, and rescue Chri!" He hesitates,
then adds, "But we must keep the Eye of Daybreak safe..."
The Temple houses a tubeway station, which is the fastest way to get the Eye
of Daybreak back to Tsolyanu. Of course, the Mihalli are heading there too.
The other option is to return to the ship, which would probably have to fight
free of Livyani spells and ships in leaving the harbor and would then have to
cross the treacherous Akho-infested sea to reach home.
In sum: the sea route has many dangers, but all are known. The underground route
through the Temple of Twelve Trumpets has some dangers which are unknown, but
promises greater speed.
Ce Fau raises her voice: "O puissant warriors! O priests of cunning minds
and subtle arts! Hear my words: The path to the Temple of the Twelve Trumpets
lies straight before me. This way may be the swiftest and the most sure. "But
let one youth with winged-feet, one priest with winged-thoughts speed word of
our adventures to our shipboard companions that they may fight free of this
accurst city. And if it appears (by some working) that our party is aboard as
well, so much the better." Ce Fau makes her way toward the Temple, but
with the tottering steps of old age as she fumbles within her sack to withdraw
a sharpened charcoal stick and a strip of linen paper.
Ce Fau leads without appearing to lead, hobbling and peering aboiut and counterfeiting
harmlessness with all the art at her command. Her skills are taxed by leading
a band of wild-eyed Nluss and some grim Tsolyani, albeit swathed in costumes
and makeup. (Laslo counseled against using magical disguises in a city where
magic is the stuff of everyday life, and Kagoth eventually agreed.)
And amazingly, the party makes it all the way to the Temple without incident!
Although some Livyani did watch them go with interest, no one dared challenge
them without the permission of the Vru'uneb, and by good luck none of those
black-tattooed secret policemen chanced across the Tsolyani's path.
The Temple of the Twelve Trumpets of Revelation is a slope-sided quadrilateral,
with columns supporting its front and back and flying buttresses its sides.
No armed guards are visible, but acolytes in gold-spangled kilts bow and chant
ceaselessly on the front lawn, forming a mystical alarm and barrier. Kagoth
assesses the magical defenses of the building as equivalent to ten strong sorcerors,
more magic than even this party can command ...
... unless, of course, the Eyes of Daybreak and Omniscient Understanding are
added to the equation!
The rear of the temple is also open except for columns (in the heat of a normal
Livyani summer, this is a necessity, although it is actually quite pleasantly
cool today as the weakened Sun finishes its daily circuit), and priests and
scholars come and go from the walled complex of buildings behind the temple.
These are apparently libraries, refectories and dormitories, and they go all
the way back to the Dlashal River's statuary-garlanded marble banks. The water
in the river is stagnant, opaque yellowish soup, but the Livyani have so thorough
a mastery of the magics of healing that no one ever gets sick from it. Fastidious
Tsolyani and rough-and-ready N'luss alike are repelled by its cheerful squalor.
Hereschal nods to Mekelu, speaking in a singsong intonation that mimics the
Livyani language to anyone overhearing.
"I've been here once before. There's an open courtyard inside," he
says, "with access to the underworld. Circle around back and stroll in
as though we belonged there, d'you think? Or we could mix with those folk washing
their clothes in the river, and if we can stand the smell, walk up the bank
to the side of the temple, then up the side wall and down through the open roof."
"Speed is essential," says Mekelu, "so we go in as if we belong there. If anyone asks, we say we have permission from the Vru'uneb." He then strides forward at a sedate pace.
The Temple of the Twelve Trumpeters is strangely lifeless once within its shaded
walls. There is plenty of noise of people moving about and the clanging of implements,
but all in another part of the temple.
Hereschal, noting the stairs he remembers from last year, leads you down two
levels into an underground room, lit by lanterns suspended from brazen tripods
above head-level. Most of the staff of the temple are here, hastily loading
stores and equipment into a portal in the curving stone wall. Pairs of soldiers,
one with an oversized square shield, the other with a heavy crossbow, watch
the shadows as if expecting someone to materialize from thin air.
Similar portals circle the room at regular intervals. Each has three dark glazed
square tiles before it: red, blue and yellow.
In front of all the portals, the red tile is glowing, except for the portal
through which the supplies are being loaded, which has the blue tile lit.
"Tubeways," whispers Hereschal. "The red tile means no car is
present; to step through the portal brings instant death."
A pullulating black mass about chest-high lies near one of the portals. It looks
like a heaping mass of thumb-sized Hqsa-beetles, thousands upon thousands of
them. Near to this pile, some of the beetles are investigating the body of a
yellow-furred Mihalli who looks as though all his limbs have been bent into
impossible shapes. His green snout markings are those of Fu Sh'i, the Mihalli
who posed as a Yan Koryani.
From the wriggling piles, a four-fingered Ahoggya hand gropes for air with a
desperate-sounding belch.
Ksamanduish the Tall, back in his Mu'ugalavyani trader guise, holding his side
and neck and bent into an odd position on a litter, looks up and spies Mekelu,
Hakiron and the rest coming down the stairs into the gloom. No one else seems
to recognize that the Tsolyani are out of place, given the N'luss are stooping
low to hide their height and everyone else is in Livyani garb.
"The barbarian!" exclaims Ksamanduish. "We meet again, eh?"
He dangles strings of beads from three fingers of his left hand. Manipulating
the beads like a marionetteer, he gestures at one of the Livyani soldiers, who
stands unnaturally straight and charges his spear.
Then, in time to Ksamanduish's finger movements, the human puppet walks forward,
running to spit Hakiron's breastbone on his spear point!
"Chri! Get the one on the litter!" Mekelu charges into the nearest
soldier, trying to obtain a weapon or shield.
Hakiron roars in frustration and moves to dispatch the Livyani spear man. ¡ÈBy
Chitengs fiery breath! You thrice dammed Mihalli! Ksumandish you will die!¡É
Remembering his battle with the undead, Hakiron will attempt to cut down the
Livyani spear man in a manner that will respect the fact that the Livyani spear
man will feel no pain and fight until he can move no longer.
Chri will attempt to push through the heaving masses of bettles to find purchase
on the floor with several of his clawed legs. If this much can be accomplished
he will begin to drag himself generally in the direction of Mekelu's voice (bettles
and all) until his eyes are clear enough to see anything even distantly resembling
a litter.
Kialandi whips out her Eye and trains it on Ksamanduish the Tall. If he is within
range and shooting him will not entail shooting one of her companions, she shoots.
Otherwise, she waits, poised.
CHRI slogs, hooting and chomping, in a rough circle, unable to find his way
out of the beetle-pile.
HAKIRON swings at Ksamanduish's puppet-warrior, apparently misses, then chops
his hamstring on the backswing. The puppet falls over, unable to walk, and Hakiron
steps over him toward the next Livyani whose muscles are being taken over by
Ksamanduish's sorcery.
KAGOTH and VATHEK deftly parry a bewildering spiderweb of spells directed at
the party by the Livyani priests. Stray bits of statuary and furniture explode,
melt, distort or become covered in beetles.
KIALANDI triggers the Eye of Frigid Breath toward Ksamanduish, who gives a rasping
snort.
"Ice, against the master of the Planes of Flaming Bronze?" he cackles.
A wave of his hands summons a filamented net of flames which dispel the Frigid
Breath, although two Livyani standing near him are frozen to the spot. "You
will have to do much better than that, my little - oh, Sleeping Lord!"
Because Ksamanduish, though mighty, cannot do two things at once, and having
dispelled the Frigid Breath, he has neglected his Muscular Marionette spell,
freeing Hakiron to dodge around his foe and attack him with renewed zeal!
The crossbowmen fire, but their bolts go wild, because every one of them has
been stricken with a band of darkness about the eyes. Laslo/Jadis, peering through
a blindfold of her own black hair, smiles a devilish smile.
One bolt does strike Hakiron square in the breastbone, whanging off his steel
cuirass. The others miss all 20 members of the expedition.
The Livyani shield-men rush forward five paces, covering the crossbowmen while
they reload and stabbing with their spears. The N'luss attack them, six against
20, and do some damage, although they pick up some spear wounds in the process.
ESMEA, the little girl, appears at the door of the tubeway, a petulant frown
creasing her angelic brow.
"Ksamanduish," she sighs. "Can you do NOTHING for yourself?"
And her eyes fill with the murderous light of red Karakan, master of the lightnings.
MEKELU, in the meantime, has wrestled a heavy crossbow away from one of the
Livyani temple-guards. Shield-bearers are trying to hem him in to block his
shot, but a N'luss body-slams one of them over onto his fellows, so Mekelu has
a clear view of Ksamanduish quailing on his litter, Hakiron looming above him
with his sword, and Esmea about to explode Hakiron's heart within his chest.
The crossbow is cocked with a 200-pound pull, but there's only one arrow
Mekelu shifts his aim slightly, from Ksamanduish, to Esmea. He exhales slowly,
squeezing the trigger on the powerful crossbow.
The principles of the heavy crossbow are very like those of the field-ballista,
with which Mekelu has worked for years.
THWACK!
The iron-headed bolt punches completely through Esmea's body, throwing her bodily
back into the tubeway mouth. The inside of the car flashes red and green as
her sizzling spell misfires.
Ksamanduish makes a desperate effort to roll off the litter and save himself.
Amazingly, he succeeds, falling off the litter on the far side so that one of
the litter-bearers gets in the way of Hakiron's fury.
Hakiron hacks him aside and goes for Ksamanduish, who scrambles into the tubeway
opening. As Hakiron follows, the tile he steps upon changes color from blue
to yellow.
"The car is going!" gasps Hereschal, hard pressed by numerous Livyani.
"Get back!"
Hakiron howls in frustration but restrains himself from stepping into the tubeway
opening.
He proceeds to rant in N lussa while he turns to wreak his fury upon the nearby
Livyani.
Those that can understand N lussa make out something about Lord Mrugga, dragons,
and Chiteng.
Oh, and lots of cursing.
Ce Fau edges quietly as she can to a position where she can watch the workers
at the portal. Her mind is calm, noting their actions, as her hands move in
the rote actions of decades. Reaching into the sack at her shoulder, carefully
unscrews one of the ink bottles and tips three "sewing needles" into
the contents. She loads her flute. She shall, if an opening arises, shoot Ksamnduish,
but her attention is on the portals. OOC: Her ink is a botulinin-derived paralytic
wh. targets (mostly) voluntary muscle action. If the antidote is given w/in
a few hours there is a reasonable chance of survival.
OOC: A day late and a dollar short: Could Esme be both impaled AND paralytic?
It's that little extra touch that would please Ce Fau. Ce Fau continues the
"watchful asp" position, back to the wall, attention on tubeway entrances.
Her mind is calm, undistracted by irritation (wasted dart!).
Pff. Tik.
Esme claps a hand to her cheek, feeling her muscles stiffen just before the
arrow strikes home.
Paralyzed AND spitted. Let's see her get up from THAT one.
No, on second thought ... we don't want to see any such thing.
The N'luss and the Livyani soldiers clash with a mighty flurry of weapons and when it dies, neither a Livyani nor a N'luss is left standing. Hereschal has a leg wound which is rapidly staining the tiled floor and Namat of the Legion of the Doomed Prince has gotten a spear through the cheek. His brother binds his wound and Namat lowers his visor, a beatifically smiling silver mask, to hide his face. Taman does the same a moment later; once again it is impossible to tell the twins apart.
*struggle* *struggle* chew chew chew, swallow, chew chew chew ...
[OOC: remember H.J. Simpson in hell strapped to a machine and force- fed doughnuts?]
Mekelu will slide the heavy crossbow across the tiled floor, hoping it will
stop where the doors to the car are, and that if it jams open, the car won't
leave.
OOC: Hey, it's a long shot, but what the heck!
Needless to say Steve, the lives of my allies are more important. Therefore, i shall counterspell and aid noble Vathek in his work. Both his and my fascination with the eyes will have to wait to a more suitable time.
Kagoth will move to heal the wounded soldiers as quickly as he may, though first, the sorcerors must be held at bay long enough for more mundane means to dispatch them.
As no further threats emerge from the tube tunnels, Ce Fau glance back towards the knot of conflict. Seeing the priests still standing, she frowns, takes aim and shoots her two remaining needles. Then, tucking her flute into her belt, she holds her breath and pulls the fan free, careful to walk away from any tiny motes of dust her motion may have released. Stepping out of her sandals, she performs the "The dance of the open mind" a careful, off-cadence tread by which to approach the remaining priests. Kialandi's beauty may cloud men's minds, but Ce Fau's "fan dance" will surely drive them mad...
Mekelu's attempt to halt the tubecar fails, as the closing door splinters the
crossbow in two.
Fu Sh'i's robes stir, and from them emerges the Spade of Sarku, which floats
through the air toward Vathek's hands, then fades from visibility. Fu Sh'i shudders
and gives up the ghost, slumping into a puddle of sticky yellow ooze as his
shape loses all volitional direction.
The Livyani priests continue to mime their dreadful spells until one, then the
others, slump into a deathlike trance for no visible reason. The priests of
Ksarul look smug, but then, their masks always seem pleased with themselves.
The beetles covering Chri, with the death of their controllers, wander off,
leaving his fur piebald with beetle-bites in some places.
The only N'luss still on his feet is Hakiron, although others are moving on
the floor, trying to bite or stab one last enemy.
So the tube station is taken, the Mihalli have escaped (though badly injured
-- it's entirely possible both Esmea and Ksamanduish will die en route), and
for the moment the party is safe. However, the temple above is now clattering
with activity, Livyani yelling here and there, and the priests can sense the
ebb and flow of powerful sorceries as the temple sends for help.
So remaining here is not a good idea.
With the tools at the party's disposal, it is possible either to follow the
Mihalli to the island of the Black Ssu (where they hope to recover the Eighth
Key of Dlamelish) or to go to Bey Su with the Eye of Daybreak.
Or both, actually ...
Hakiron helps ease the last moments of his companions. It is obvious from his grumbling that he wants to pursue the Mihalli and finish the job.
"Hkk ... be careful the Tsolyani don't lead you to die in bed, Hakiron!"
"Ahh, don't listen to him ... we'll see you in the Fields of Gwalcheym
soon enough ..."
"N'luss to the front! Mark your foe and shame the devil!"
And the N'luss, together, howl their death-song, in which Hakiron cannot join,
for he is not yet among the dead.
But if he did, y'know, I bet nobody would object.
Aloud she says, "I believe we have only one eye that operates the tube
cars. So either we can follow the enemy, or we can use a tube to get the eye
and the wounded home.
"However, we could use the tube to return home, and then give the tube
eye to the warriors and let them set out in pursuit of our enemies at that point."
As it happens, two of the N'luss can be saved through magical healing. Four
are beyond help.
Of the two, one shrugs and accepts the burden of further survival, while the
other insists he has earned his death-song and will have it in accordance with
the N'luss way.
The argument "it is our custom" is nearly unanswerable for a Tsolyani,
much as "but that will get us killed" would be to a modern American.
***
Also, Laslo points out that the tubeway settings for Bey Su and Bassu, both
of which she has visited before, are known to her, so the party can indeed take
two cars to two locations at once, but if so, the Oblong Key of Directing the
Demons of the Underworld must be in one car, and Laslo herself in the other.
Ce Fau speaks: "O flower of the sun, light of princes, O Kialandi, beautiful
serpent of desire, O Kagoth and Vathek and ye priests, O most puissant commander
of men, O glorious warriors who even now lie writhing in honorable death amongst
the myriad bodies of your slain foes, O unusual creature of some usefulness
and interest!--" "The Eye of Daybreak must reach the prince of Heaven
(may he live forever), with all speed. If any know the means of operation of
these strange devices," Ce Fau gesturese towards the tube tunnels, "I
should be pleased to see that the Eye reaches its destination." She falls
silent, waiting for a response. As Ce Fau watches the dying N'luss, A brief
shadow crosses her wrinkled face: Could it be pity? OOC: I strongly doubt anyone
of the injured wants the kind of "help" Ce Fau can give!
Kagoth addresses the group after readjusting the deep blue robes hurriedly disarrayed during the combat. Strangely, his silver mask is as unperturbed as its expression. He notes, " My dear companions, perhaps we can render some of this moot. I believe that the researches that i was able to perform at the Livyani temple house were sufficient to allow me to undo their evil against our Sun. I may be able to reverse this ere we even take our leave of this place. It could be difficult and there is the chance of danger as well, but it may well be worth our risk. Without some of the information that i had access to, i have to wonder if anyone back home will know the way of its 'fixing'. This then i propose."
Hakiron looks back at Mekelu with a confused expression and rubs his head
with one of his massive fists. Then he nods sagely and says to the N'luss that
refuses healing, "Rejoice brother! For even the Tsolyani "dhunji"
(N'luss for "little people") appreciate your death-song and are celebrating
your passing! You have died in glorious battle and the Lord Mekelu will sing
your praises to his people and remember how you have died with the highest honors."
(Indeed he has, for there are FORTY Livyani lying dead, half crossbowmen, half
sword-and-shield men. And five N'luss.)
To "Stonebreaker," the N'luss that accepts the healing Hakiron grins
and says, "La! Too stubborn to take the glory that is offered to all the
scions of the dragons riders. Tch! Well we shall see if we can't find you a
death that will satisfy you!"
He throws back his head and laughs. He seems to have forgotten his rage for
the Mihalli temporarily and sounds truly happy.
"Stonebreaker" takes the hand of Vigdulv, his brother who has chosen
to die of his wounds. Together, they carve the rune of "Fire," Vigdulf's
symbol, onto Stonebreaker's forearm.
"I will wear your rune until I can carve it in the foe, brother,"
he says.
Then he throws back his head and bellows,
"HOLODNA!"
The rest of the N'luss join in, forgetting their wounds in the joy of the death-song:
Holodna, hmura, I mrachna v dushe. Kak mog znat ya, shto ti umryosh?
Da svidania, bereg radnoy Kak nam trudna predstavit, shto eto nye son. Rodina
dom radnoy,
I v pohod i v pohod nas volna marskaya zdyot nye dazhdyotsya. Nas zavut marksaya
dal i priboy!
(Translation)
The moons are up, the night is still We move through hills like shadow's ghosts
And every man among us waits the prize upon the far horizon. Hand and weapon!
Heart and power! Cry it with the voice of heroes! We will kill a thousand foes
Laughing Undefeated!
"Not a snake!" ;-) Kialandi says, "Let us depart immediately
in two groups, as previously noted. Alas, Kagoth, perhaps, you should return
to the Emperor with the Vathek and the Eye of Daybreak, to complete your work.
Once the Eye is delivered and it is done, perhaps you could come after the rest
of us. "On the other hand, we could very much use your support." Kialandi
steps up beside Laslo and asks softly, "Which journey do you wish to accompany?
If you come with us, we can perhaps afford to send both masked priests home
with the Eye. If you wish to accompany the Eye home, then we had best ask Kagoth
to come with us...and hope he survives to return and set the sun aright another
day."
Mekelu is correct. The noise of movement above has quieted, suggesting their
preparations are complete. In fact, Namat turns to the priests of Ksarul and
makes hand signs to indicate what's coming.
Vathek helpfully whispers "Eye-carriers. Three of them. And a snake, for
some reason."
Mekelu begins barking orders as he moves to some of the furniture, selecting
sturdy pieces to barricade the stairwell.
"Summon a car! Kagoth, prepare for the ritual! Hakiron, Chri, help me with
defenses!"
Laslo manipulates the colored tiles, and one turns yellow, indicating that a
car is on the way.
"Dear Companions," Kagoth notes, "having completed much of the required spell work already, the action will probably take no more than a minute or two. Then, the sun set aright, the Eye, with Noble Vathek, may return whence it came."
Moderator, noone objecting, i begin the appropriate ritual. Let the Sun be relit!
Kagoth holds aloft the Eye of Daybreak, flooding the dim chamber with golden light.
At least, it appears to flood the chamber with golden light, until he turns it just so while concentrating fiercely, and the chamber REALLY floods with golden light, the pure light of the Sun!
Laslo, once an acolyte of Hru'u, God of Darkness, gasps and stiffens in horrified wonder. The Livyani sneaking down the stairs gasp as well, as their shadows are thrown ahead of them by the sudden sunrise behind them! The Sun was still in the sky, but so dim that it seemed to be twilight. Now it blazes with its accustomed glory, startling the Livyani and catching them by surprise ...
... and clearly throwing the shadow of an Eye-hook, the extended pole used to fire an Eye around corners, held by the lead Livyani guardsman!
With a quiet "ping", the tiles before one tubecar portal change from yellow to blue, and the doors open, revealing a new car which has just arrived.
Kialandi shouts for joy when the sun brightens.
Then she echoes Mekelu's cry and starts herding people towards the tube car. She stands beside the door, making sure that everyone is coming and no one is being left behind. As soon as she is certain everyone is coming, or inside, she goes into the tube car.
Once inside (assuming all make it) she bows before Kagoth and praises his knowledge and the wonder of his wisdom. Looking back towards where the sunlight flooded the stairs, she says, "Right now, back at the capital, they will know that we have succeeded!"
Mekelu, barks, "Everybody in!" He will back towards the car, determined
to be last aboard.
When all are in the tube [assuming nothing else interferes] Kialandi says: "Now
that the sun is safe, we must decide where to go. We definitely do not want
our enemies to get Dlamalish's key...who knows what they would turn off with
that! "However, if we go after our enemies, the tube car will spill out
into the water...and we won't have an army of Ssu to help us put it back...unless
we can get the eye that controls the Ssu back from our enemies. "Nonetheless,
I feel that stopping our enemies is our first priority, now that the Sun is
invigorated." Kialandi turns to Laslo, whom I believe is carrying the Oblong
Key.
He then stares down the shaft of his sword daybreak and smiles as the sunlight plays across the razor sharp steel. "By Vihmula's sacred flame, is it time to get Kumandish?" he asks.
As Kialandi, Mekelu and Laslo hold the doors open, everyone else hurries into the oblong tubecar.
The Livyani recover from their shock at the sudden sunrise quickly. Down the stairs come flickering blue phantoms, forming pale runes of twisting phosphorescence in the air as they seek and bind all spells in their vicinity. These are counterspells, or "spell-swallowers" in Livyani parlance, and they absorb Laslo's spell and Kialandi's Eye of Frigid Breath's sending without even pausing.
Then the Eye-hook is extended around the corner of the stair, exhaling interstellar cold into the chamber. Or at least attempting to do so until counterspelled by Vathek: a good trick works both ways!
Mekelu hurries his comrades in, Laslo pushes buttons, and the tubecar drops with a sudden whoosh, its door clicking shut.
"We have about twelve hours until we arrive at Bassu," Laslo says. Or rather, Jadis says, as among friends there is no point in keeping up her badly tattered disguise. "The Ssu have arranged a trap which casts tubecars into a pool of water; they wait for the occupants to drown or perish from lack of air, then loot the contents. If we are fortunate, the Mihalli have fallen into the same trap. But we need to devise a way to escape once there; two years ago, when last we were here, we had the Eye of Commanding Enemies and made the Ssu themselves release us, but Ksamanduish stole that Eye and we must needs think of something else."
Kialandi says, " Ksamanduish was with us when we went there last time...he
knows about the trap, so we can assume he will be ready for it, or have some
kind of plan. He may have the Eye of Commanding Enemies with him...in fact,
he must, else how could he hope to succeed Hakiron scratches his head and says,
I recalled that it took a little while for the Ssu to roll us down into the
water. They used poles to push our car down a slope into a deep hole filled
with water where we sank. Perhaps if we jump out of the car as soon as it stops
we can prevent the Ssu from pushing from the tube?
Kialandi, sitting gracefully upon one of the chairs, knees folded, leans her
chin on her hand. "I cannot recall if we sank last time, or if we bobbed
on the water...does anyone else recall? The freezing is a good idea! At least
we could walk back to the tube, if nothing else..."
"How deep is the water?" Mekelu asks. As various replies are forthcoming,
he begins to survey the equipment the group has, along with what he can salvage
from the car. He hopes his engineering skill will help. He also offers, "Could
we freeze much of the water with magic, so that ice forms around the car, lifting
us to the surface? We then break open the ice and are in the air."
As the tubecar (a white-walled metal sphere, with seats and facilities above
the equatorial platform and machinery below) whirrs through the molten magma
of the planet at supersonic speed, everyone has a moment to take in all that
has happened.
I'll be updating the Narrative Page http://www.graylensman.com/Tekumel/narrative.htm
with the latest developments next week.
A few points:
The car is speeding to Bassu, the island of the Black Ssu, where their king,
named Bassa, wears the Eighth Key around his neck. Some of you have been there
before.
Ce Fau has sent Tigerflower with a message to warn the Tsolyani ship on which
you arrived, so she is without her frustrating student. Hakiron is a mass of
fine, spidery stitches thanks to Kialandi's medical ministrations. Mekelu has
a chance to remove his helmet after hours of battle. Jadis, no longer disguised
as Laslo the page-boy, is recovering her strength after her epic duel of wills
with Esmea the Mihalli. Chri the Ahoggya is wondering what there is to eat around
here. Vathek cwxtl-Q'or seems serenely confident. Kagoth also seems confident,
and has the Eye of Daybreak.
In addition to the player-characters, the following are also present:
Queen Nayari, immortal ruler of the ancient Bednjallan dynasty who was compelled
to serve the Mihalli in their plans Namat and Tamar, twin soldiers of Ksarul
who accompanied the doomed priest Kerektu in his mission to trade with the Mihalli
Hereschal hiTogu, spymaster of the Omnipotent Azure Legion Shishkresh hiBilburna,
savant from the Ministry of Barbarians Brita hiGaladar, swordswoman and friend
to Kialandi Taluvasz, Livyani spy and agent of Kialandi Valpurez, Livyani librarian
rescued from the suspicious eye of the Livyani secret police "Stonebreaker"
of the N'luss
Kagoth will use powerful healing spells on those who need it, then also go for the sleep thing. When i awake, should there be time, i will meditate and find my balance.
Mekelu slumps in a seat, near exhaustion. He is tired, hungry and thirsty.
But unless the car has a hidden larder, he will probably only be able to get
some sleep. He speaks softly.
"With any luck, when we arrive, we will find our foes in a pitched battle
with the Ssu, but considering what they have, I doubt it. Regardless, we will
fight smartly. As I recall, the Ssu are very susceptible to blasts of cold.
It makes them sleepy."
A good order of actions; because when you awake, you are no longer in the
richly sorcerous lands of Livyanu, but rather in a very magic-poor environment,
a "spirit-desert" where the skin of reality is much thicker. Summoning
forces from the Other Planes is three times harder than usual, making some common
spells too difficult to attempt at all.
Of course, you do have a crystallized connection to one of the Other Planes
right in your pocket ... !
"Who's first out the door?" says Hereschal, then after a moment, "sir."
"Two men can burst from the door side by side," says Namat. "My brother and I, can be in the second rank, because our long spears can thrust over the shoulders of the first rank and drive back our foes. But those first two men will have to not just beat their opponents but physically drive them back -- I hear the Ssu are smaller than men, but still, if the front rank does not press outward swiftly, we will not be able to secure a foothold."
Chri and Hakiron are the strongest; Hakiron and Mekelu are the best-armored.
Giving Mekelu's armor to Chri is just not geometrically possible. Hereschal
and Natoro are the fastest, and both are experts with the throwing-claw.
Of course, Kialandi has the Eye of Frigid Breath, which is very useful against
massed foes.
"Hakiron and I will be in front. If I am unable to move our foes, Chri,
shove me ahead of you, like a battering ram. There is little room to use the
spear as well as I would like, so the second rank will be Chri and Stonebreaker.
This should get us enough room for the spearmen to wield to even better effect.
If there are too many, Kialandi, cry out, and we will all drop down so you may
fire the Eye." Mekelu once more dons his helmet.
Beneath the Black Isle
After about twelve hours, the car chimes softly and glides to a stop. Jadis scans the controls and announces that they have arrived in Bassu, the island of the Black Ssu.
As discussed, Hakiron and Mekelu are first out the door, with Chri, Namat and
Tamar close behind. Weapons and shields at the ready, they threaten
no
one.
The blue-litten cavern is high-ceilinged, festooned with black shimmering globules
of semiliquid stone in hanging stalactite-like streamers. Blue glowing nodules
are gathered in the spaces between. The ground is carpeted with wide, fleshy
fronds of a pink-purple-brown vegetation the color of a fresh bruise, known
as the Food of the Ssu. Although narrow galleries rise and fall like fingers
from the central cave, that cave itself has obviously been enlarged, not so
much by tools as by generations of teeth gnawing organic, ridged curves into
the living rock.
Some fifty yards from the tubecar is a black, still pool of mineral water, and
ranged beyond it are four more spherical silver tubecars, their doors propped
open with stone struts.
Ssu bodies litter the worn-smooth cave floor in clumps and clusters. They are
gray, stick-limbed, with four legs and two arms, their bodies covered with loose
flaps of peeling skin and the musk of old cinnamon. Some have been punctured,
some hacked apart, others partially devoured.
Mekelu notices at once that there are no weapons or shields near the bodies:
they've been plundered.
Hakiron notes that each cluster of Ssu dead has a bigger, blacker Ssu in the
middle of it, as if he went down fighting surrounded by a circle of enemies.
Chri notices that the Food of the Ssu, and the dead bodies, ooze a brackish,
bitter paste of iron and salt instead of blood. No race of Tekumel could possibly
have eaten the bodies, save the Ssu themselves. But if they were eating their
dead foes, why not eat the whole body, or drag it away for later?
"Ten minutes," says Hereschal. "The Mihalli had no more than
ten minutes head start on us. Did they do all this in that time? Or is was this
battle days or weeks ago?"
The silence, heavier and more complete than any above-ground midnight, swallows
his words whole, leaving nothing behind.
Mekelu shudders, then tries to compose himself. "It doesn't matter. We
need to find the Mihalli. Spread out, and look for tracks. But always stay in
sight of at least two others." He begins to move in the direction of the
cars.