Ceramic DM, Round 1.
Macbeth vs. Thullgrim, a.k.a. Duncan
Vis a vis
By Sage "Macbeth" LaTorra
The weather made it worse. It wasn't enough that he had to drive all the bloody way to Twickham to do the pickup, but the weather was against him. In fact, at this point, James Sterling was sure everything was against him.
It wasn't that he minded his job much. As jobs go, smuggling was good, honest work. Well, maybe not honest work, but definately profitable, which will fill in for honest in a pinch. But having to drive all the way to Twickham, just to get a package of a boat coming from the continent made him feel like a delivery man for a parcel service, and a very illegal parsel service at that.
The rain had been falling all day, which didn't help. Luckily Twickham wasn't completely devoid of entertainment, and Sterling had been able to spend the morning at the race track, placing bets rather larger then he could afford on some chancy horses. He had lost miserably, which is par for the course in Sterling's life.
But now things were staring to look up. In thirty minutes the boat would arrive, he could get the package, and be on his way back to London.
Sterling set off for the cliffs. He had been there the day before, to inspect the area, insure that the boat would be able to make it in and out without attracting attention. The cliffs were an ideal place for smuggling. Out of the way, not big enough to be a tourist attraction, but to large for any normal boat to want to dock there. Sterling had hid a heavy rope ladder in the bushes and set a couple of stakes to attach it to when the time came. If his luck held, the pickup would go off without a hitch. But, as Sterling himself already well knew, his luck would never hold.
The path was getting worse by the minute as the rain continued to fall, and the sand soaked up the water. The bushes on either side shimmered with raindrops as Sterling rounded the final bend, and found himself proving Murphy's Law.
Where there should have been a nice, sheer cliff, there stood a small domed building, surrounded by pillars, a building straight out of a textbook on Greek history.(1)
Finding a small greek building standing on the edge of the cliff didn't suprise James Sterling as much as it might have. He was already expecting something to go wrong. He just wasn't expecting this.
Sterling ducked back behind the bushes. "Bloody 'ell" he mumbled, to no one in particular. "Yeah, that wasn't here yesterday" responded no one in particular.
Worse and worse thought Sterling, as he whirled around to see who else was hiding in the bushes. "Jumpy, aren't we?" Said the voice. Sterling gazed in the bushes, wildly trying to find a person to match the voice. Finally his eyes settled onto a women's shape int he bushes. "Bloody 'ell Maria, you scared the bejeezus out of me."
The women unfolded herself from the bushes. "I know. That was my plan." A mischevious grin spread across her face.
"So what are you doing here, dear, I thought you was still back in London."
"I'm here to help you" the women replied as she removed twigs from her hair. "Mr. Hamin wanted to make sure you didn't screw this up."
"Really?" Great. Mysterious greek buildings, rain, and the boss didn't trust him. Just great. "Well, if your here, you might as well tell me where that great bloody building came from."
"Thats just the thing. I checked this place last night..."
"So did I" Sterling wasn't about to let her think he was slacking on the job. It just wouldn't do to have people think he was a slacker, even if he was.
"Sure you did, hon. I had to hammer one of your stakes in. It would've come out once you wer half way down."
"Oh, yeah"
"But that building wasn't here last night, regardless. I don't know who would put up a building in a single night, but I haven't seen anybody go in our out."
"How long have you been here?"
"About an hour longer then you've been slacking at the racetrack."
Sterling's face truned a deep red. Maria was good.
He couldn't let her do this. James Sterling would not be pushed around. It was time for action: "So, uhm, you think it might be a good idea to look around inside? Maybe?"
"My thought exactly, James. I'll lead, you follow. Can't be too carefull."
"Wait, let me grab the ladder I left here. the boat should be here soon."
"Already got it." Maria grabed a duffel bag out of the bushes and handed it to Sterling, who threw the bag over his shoulder. "Okay, lets go" James said, with an only slightly noticeable trace of fear in his voice.
Maria led the way out of the bushes, with James following behind. As they approached the building the worksmanship of it became more obvious. This was no facade, the building was actually made of stone. 'Incredible' Maria thought. 'Crap' Sterling thought. 'Good' Vis thought.
Maria walked up to the building and looked inside. The room was just big enough to hold the spiral staircase that descended out of view. "Well, nothing to do about it, I say we go down. We can't risk this being a set up." Maria said to Sterling, who was still ins\ching towards the door.
"Uhm, who is 'we'?" The fear was still noticable in Sterling's voice.
"We is you and me, darling"
"I was afraid of that"
"You know, you really shouldn't be scared. It's probably just a prop for some movie."
"Not with my luck" Sterling mumbled.
"Mmmm, good point." Maria had known Sterling for some time, and even being an optomist, she had to agree that with Sterling, that with his luck, there was something to be afraid of. "But stil, your coming with me."
Maria led the way down the stairs. It was oddly light inside. There was no visible source of light, but it was still at least as bright as it was outside.
It was hard to tell how far down they were. The staircase spiralled down until finally it opened into a room. Maria and Sterling's eyes scanned the room. The room's eye scanned Maria and Sterling.
Set into the wall opposite the stairway was a huge eye that stared directly at Sterling and Maria. Actually, when he thought of it later, Sterling realized that the eye didn't look at him, it looked through him. It seemed to focus at a point just behind his eyes, as if it was looking into his skull.
While Maria and Sterling stared, dumbfounded, the eye blinked. Then a voice came from the wall behind the eye. "Eye am Vis the all seeing." echoed around the room. "Hello, James Cuthbert Sterling, Welcome, Maria Deoborah Hampton."
Sterling finally brought himself out of shock, mostly because this wasn't actually as bad as he had expected. When you have Sterling's luck, your expectations are fairly low, and since the eye had yet to inflict grevious bodily harm, it was better then James expected. "Uh, Hello, Vis the all seeing." Time to stall for time. "You know our names, impressive. But I have my doubts as to how 'all seeing' you really are"
Vis replied. "Try me."
Sterling had to think fast. He could think of far to many bad things that could still happen. Unfortunately he was not too good at thinking fast. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"1"
"Damn, you are good. How bout now?"
"4"
"Bloody 'ell, you really are all seeing. Again?"
"7"
"Jesus, that's creepy. How bout..." Luckily for James, Maria finally joined the conversation.
"Enough of this, what is this place?"
The walls shook. Vis spoke again. "This is my temple. Eye am the all seeing eye. Eye have been summoned here."
This wasn't enough for Maria. "But how did it get here?"
The floor rumbled. Vis spoke. "Eye have traveled here across the sea of dreams" the white of Vis's huge eye suddenly switched to a vision of a sea of sleeping heads, twisting, twirling, dreaming, "flown through the endless sky of imagination"
the sea was replaced by the bluest sky Maria had ever seen(2), "and descended through the higher dimensions" the sky became a shape that made Sterling's eyes hurt, since he was sure the shape had no sides, infinite corners, and more dimensions then you could throw a stick at (unless it was a stick with alot of dimensions).
Maria was impressed, but that didn't stop her. "Oh. Thats all. Well, what are you here for?"
The ceiling vibrated. Vis spoke. "Eye am here to fortell. The brotherhood of the three summoned me."
Sterling liked the idea of knowing the future, If you knew the future, you could expect it to be even worse. "Well, mighty Vis, could you tell me about my future then? Or rather fortell me?"
The walls flexed. Vis spoke. "You will die. Bad things will happen. Stay away from walruses, and avoid the number 42."
"uh, thanks." Sterling was at a loss. He already knew that, especially the part about the walruses.
Before the conversation could continue, Sterling caught the sound of footsteps of the stairs. He whirled around to find himself face to face with
an asian man that he would have assumed was a rejected clown, with an odd outfit and something, medical tubing maybe, wrapped around his head, if it weren't for he very un-funny gun is his hand. The clown-ly man had a triangle painted across his face(3), and as more of his friends arrived, the all shared the similarity of having a white triangle of some type on their face. They also all had guns. "Vis, who are these intruders?" the man with the gun yelled.
Vis's eye darted sheepishly for a second, since he had run out of parts of the room to vibrate while he spoke. He settled for the next best thing.
Sterling's pants rumbled. Vis spoke. "They are smugglers. They will be a thorn in you side, Isoceles. Right will try to have them killed. Obtuse will try to hire them. You, Isoceles, will try to get rid of them, especially the idiot. But they will bring failure. They will take the Triple, and use it against you."
"Imposible!" The clown man, who Sterling decided must be Isoceles, yelled.
"I will kill them now, to prove you wrong, Vis!" He raised his gun to Sterling's head. James tried to think fast, and failed. Miserably.
"Wait!" Sterling yelled, trying to stall for time. So far so good, Isoceles had yet to fire. "Uhm." Sterling was loosing ground. He had to think of something to stall Isoceles. "Whats with the clothes?" Not the best way of stalling, but effective.
Isoceles blinked. "What about my clothes? I am just trying to blend in with your western ways."
"Uhm, western ways? Where did you see clothes like that around here?"
Isoceles was indignant. "These are typical western clothes! Even the tube! I saw them at a fashion show. I sthat not where you western pigs find your clothes."
Maria finally joined in. "Oh, heavens, no. Nobody actaully wears anything from a fashion show. You actaully look, well, ridiculous."
Isoceles hesitated again. Maria siezed the moment, and the tube around Isoceles' head, throwing him directly into Vis. Vis bliked wlidly, trying to remove the ofending man from his eye, which caused the room (and Sterling's pants) to shake wildly. Sterling and Isoceles' men fell down, but Maria kept her footing, pulling Sterling back to his feet, and making a break for the door.
The shaking died down as Maria and Sterling raced upstairs. They dashed out into the now pouring rain. The drop-off ship had slid into a small niche in the cliffs.
"We've got to get the package." Maria said, with foot steps rapidly approaching.
"No. I'll tell Mr. Hamin I had more pressing matters." Sterling's sentence was punctuated by a bullet cutting through the air near his head.
"Right. Lets go." Maria dashed out down the path. "Where'd you leave your car?"
"By the... race tr... track." Sterling rasped between ragged breaths. He didn't usually have to run on the job.
"Okay." Maria turned off to the side, taking the shortest route to the track.
As they neared the track, Maria slowed down. "Those men, did you recognize them?"
"No, I don't tend to hang out with insane, gun carrying criminals. I enjoy the compnay of a better class of criminal."
"No, idiot, not personally. Didn't you recognize the face paint? Those men were Triad!"
"But I thought they were part of the weird triangle fanatics club that summoned Vis?"
"That's just it! I think they're on in the same. The Triads have been known to mess around with Asian mystics, I think they're dabbling in a new kind of magic. And they're doing it in England."
"Bloody 'ell, that just beats all, don't it?"
Maria didn't get a chance to respond. The conversation slowed them down, and Isoceles was catching up. A bullet ripped through the air. Maria picked up the pace again.
"Uh, Maria, dear, we've got a problem."
"What, James?" Maria said in a voice that implied she had no interest in any of his problems.
"We're on the wrong side of the race track."
Maria looked ahead. Sterling was right. The track stood between them and the grandstands, behind which the car park was located.
"No problem." Maria stated. "We run across the track."
"We do what!?"
"Run across the track. Shortest way. Just watch out for the horses."
"Right"
They dashed across the track. So far, so good. The green in the middle of the oval was harder going, but they amde it to the other side just as Isoceles' men strated onto the track.
But this is where Sterling's luck gave out. Just as he and Maria crossed into the track, with the grand stands on the other side of the dirt track, the race began.
The sound of galloping horses got Sterling's attention. "Duck!" he yelled as he dived on to Maria, pulling her down next to a jump.
They tucked under the obstacle just as the first horse cleared the jump. The thunder of hooves drowned out all noise, and horses filled the air over Sterling's head(4). As the pack of horses crossed the jump, Maria began to crawl out of the protection of the jump,leading Sterling with her.
They made it out the other side, and clambered into the grand stands, dashed through the crowd, and lost Isoceles again.
Sterling jumped into the drivers seat, throwing the bag with the ladder into the back. Maria slid into her seat, and he sped off to London.
Maria breathed a sigh of relief. "Glad we got out of there." now all we have to do is inform the police."
"Inform the police? Are you bloody insane! We're wanted criminals, Maria! I don't exactly do an honest day's work!"
Maria thought this over. "Then I guess it's up to us to stop the triads and that... thing. The eye. Whatever it was."
"Up to us! How do you figure that?"
"Somebodies got to do it. And I'm sure Mr. Hamin won't be too happy about having Triads on his territory. All we have to do is convince him that stopping the triads is in his best interest, and we can save the world from... whatever the Tirads are doing."
"Great." the sarcasm in Sterling's voice was overwhelming.
"Say, all that running piqued my hunger. You got anything to eat?"
"There might be a biscuit in the bag with the ladder."
Maria took the bag, opened it, and rummages around inside. "Uh, there's no ladder in here, James."
"Don't be silly. Thats my bag from the bushes, right?"
"I thought so, I saw you leave it there last night, but I think this is somebody elses."
"Who's?"
"The Triads"
"Don't be sill, how do you figure that?"
"Cause theres a thing in here that looks like about a dozen triangles inscribed on each other, except they can all rotate."
"No! That can't be..."
"the 'triple' thing the eye was talking about? I'm not sure, but it seems like it."
"Bloody 'ell"
'Good' Vis thought. Then he thought about getting a protective monocle. Having Isoceles in his eye was not fun.
The rest of the drive back to London was silent. Having to save the world did not put Sterling in a good mood. The weather didn't help.
To Be Continued(?)
(1)
Picture of the Cliffs with Vis' Temple.
(2)
Vis, showing the infinite skys of imagination, with Maria and Sterling in the foreground.
(3)
Isoceles, in his fashion show get up to 'blend in' with the westerners, with the distinctive mark of the Triads and Brotherhood of the Three.
(4)
The horses jumping over Maria and Sterling as they take shelter behind a jump at the race track whith Isoceles and the other Triads in hot persuit.