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The world went white. Kham saw Vlad through the walls of Pallas’ home. He was standing outside, waiting for the signal. They all knew the signal was the sound of gunfire. But by then it would be too late.
Vlad was better armed and armored than Kham. Besides, there was no time. He had only seconds to react…
And yet time didn’t move at all in the space between spaces. He looked up at the sky. It was filled with a terrible whiteness; only the stars twinkled blackly above him.
Kham stepped into Vlad’s place. The two were instantly shunted through Carcosa.
Everything happened at once. Vlad fell backwards from the blast of Pallas’ pistols, unprepared from the sudden switch in positions between he and Kham. Ilmarė skidded into the room, thinblade drawn.
A bright red hammer, the hammer of Althares, appeared before her. She ducked as it took a swing, smashing apart the table and the teacups where Kham and Pallas had sat moments before.
Kham entered the room again from outside. “Pallas, you’ve got to stop this! We can talk to the Altherian delegation…”
“I am the Altherian delegation!” Pallas shouted. He reloaded one of his pistols. “Some day you’ll understand what it means to sacrifice everything for your family, like your father did…I’ll tell him you said hello.”
Pallas aimed for the alchemical equipment.
Kham reached for him. “No! Wait—“
Vlad leaped to his feet and stood with Grungronazharr held before him.
The bullet spiraled from Pallas’ pistol, igniting the raw phosphorous mixed there. A bright explosion of colorful flames swept over them…
With the eggs found and recovered, the threat to Saeber was over. The ss’resen escort waited in the hills; they were incredibly overjoyed to have the eggs returned to them.
“We are greatly indebted to you for preventing a war,” said Lonnek to Vlad. “You saved our village. It may not mean a lot in the big scheme of things, but it’s our entire world.”
Vlad accepted the thanks graciously.
“I apologize, I must leave now to speak with the ss’ressen. I’ve just received word that four of them are at the gates, waving a flag of peace.”
“Of course,” Vlad said with a slight smile. “Tell Shatterscale I said hello.”
He walked back over to Kham, who stood alone by himself. “You all right?”
“For a guy who just walked through Carcosa, I’m great,” Kham said sourly. “I didn’t really understand what was going to happen there. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” Vlad said with a shy smile. “Although I’d appreciate some warning next time.”
Ilmarė joined them. “Carcosa is becoming more a part of you every day.” She looked at Kham strangely. “Be careful.”
Vlad cleared his throat. Kham was wrapping up an urn in some cloth.
“Pallas was a good man,” said Kham.
“He was a man of conviction. He would have been a worthy opponent in the coming war.” It was the best compliment Ilmarė could give a human.
“I don’t think anyone doubts that, Kham,” said Vlad. “The eggs were salvageable, thanks to you. Calactyte’s tribe will survive. And Milandir didn’t get embroiled in yet another war. We did some real good here.”
They couldn’t help but notice that two of Pallas’ finely crafted pistols hung from Kham’s holsters.
“Taking his belongings for safekeeping?” Ilmarė indicated the urn.
Kham finished wrapping the urn and put it in his backpack. “You could say that. His pistols and these ashes are all I have left of Pallas. When we get to Altheria, I’ll see to it he receives a proper burial.”
Vlad looked out at the land beyond Saeber’s walls. “I can’t help but wonder what happened to Cal.”
“My guess is he went after the mercenaries Pallas hired,” said Ilmarė. “By all accounts they were headed to Coryan.”
“We can find lodging in Moratavia,” said Vlad. “It’s not too far a hike from here.”
They packed up the rest of the belongings and walked out the front gate, where the ss’ressen had invaded only days before.
Kham took one last look at the town. After a moment, he tossed the symbol of Yig that K’Stallo had given him to the ground.
“We’re even.”
Then he left Saeber to its festivities and negotiations.
Chapter 44: Songs That Stir the Darkest Heart - Introduction
This is a Year One Living Arcanis adventure, “Songs That Stir the Darkest Heart” by Rene’ Alfonso, set in the Arcanis setting. You can read more about Arcanis at Onara Online. Please note: This adventure contains spoilers!
Our cast of characters includes:
• Dungeon Master: Michael Tresca (http://michael.tresca.net)
• Kham Val’Abebi (val rogue/psychic warrior) played by Jeremy Ortiz (http://www.ninjarobotstudios.com)
• Beldin Soulforge (dwarf fighter) played by Joe Lalumia
• Sebastian Arnyal (dark-kin sorcerer) played by George Webster
This adventure is filled with drama and dark secrets, so as usual I tied them all together, conveniently providing plenty of angst for Sebastian, Vlad, and Ilmarė, respectively. Of course, I had expected Vlad and Ilmarė to be playing this session, a marathon session that included four adventures. But alas, things didn’t work out that way, so I adjusted the plot.
I’m actually happy with how things worked out, including why both major characters weren’t present. Kham’s powers come in handy, Beldin’s new role as a Dwarven Defender saves peoples lives, and Sebastian blows stuff up real good…when he’s not jogging to a location because no horse will carry him.
At least now, Kham’s background isn’t the only messed up family we get to hear about.
“I don’t understand,” asked Kham again. “Why are we in Postrava?”
Vlad shrugged. “Duke Adolphos feels that the recent raids in Milandir are a potential problem for Moratavia as well. He wants me to deal with it.”
“That doesn’t explain why I’m here. Or the elf.”
“Ilmarė wanted to go,” said Vlad with a shrug. “She went on ahead of us. I also sent word for Sebastian and Beldin to meet us there. As for you,” he flashed Kham a smile, “you’re here because you’re my friend.”
Kham rolled his eyes.
They stopped talking as they approached the periphery of the town. Two guardsmen in leather armor, carrying longswords and short bows, met them.
“Welcome to Postrava. May I ask your business in our fair city?”
Vlad leaned forward. “Business and pleasure my friend. I’m Vlad Martell, Bailiff for Duke Adolphos val’Tensen. Kham is a friend of mine. I’m here to see the Lady Sounshay val’Dellenov regarding a matter of great urgency.”
With this, he handed the guard a writ with Lady Sounshay’s personal seal. The guard reviewed it carefully.
“Praised be the will of Saluwe’. We could certainly use your help against those blasted goblins.” With that, he let them pass.
After about five minutes of travel within the town limits, they came to a stop. Ahead was a curious sign that read, “Splintered Oak Tavern and Inn.” It was carved out of a dead tree trunk about six feet high and three feet in diameter.
“Not a fancy town, is it?” observed Kham.
The buildings and structures of Postrava were not as elegant as those in Tralia. The people dressed more casual, and the clothing they wore was not as expensive or luxurious. It was a rustic community with a humble atmosphere about it.
A woman in green robes with autumn-colored symbols of Saluwe’ waited for them at the door. Her robes had a mistletoe and nightshade design on it. She was quite slender and tall at nearly six feet, with hair as dark as night.
She saw Vlad and smiled. “Greetings again, old friend. I almost thought you would miss the show, but thankfully you made it just in time.”
Kham arched an eyebrow as he looked back and forth between the two of them. For once he kept his mouth shut.
Vlad bowed slightly before his friend. “I’ve come about the goblins plaguing the western villages. I invited my companions to the show. Some are probably inside already. I hope I have not overstepped my boundaries in doing so?”
“Nonsense my friend.” Lady Sounshay smiled at him. “I trust your instincts, even if I don’t trust your liege.”
She led them inside. The tavern was like any other except for the emphasis on motifs that expressed the val’Dellenov fondness for nature. There was a stage area set up for performers. Judging by the refined dress and appearance of those sitting at the tables closest to the stage, it was obvious they were persons of nobility, wealth, and prominence.
Kham couldn’t resist. “No love for Adolphos, eh?”
“No,” said Vlad.
“But plenty for you, hmm?”
Vlad shot him a glare as they were led over to a reserved table. Sebastian the dark-kin, Beldin the dwarf, and Ilmarė the elorii were already seated. Lady Sounshay joined them.
After introductions were made and meals ordered, they got down to business.
“By now you have all seen that Postrava is certainly not the bustling community that other cities are. Many have gone so far as to call it a backwater town.” Her gaze flicked to Vlad. Kham figured out what it was Sounshay didn’t like about Adolphos.
“I could care less about their opinion. We live in harmony with our surroundings, which have benefited us greatly. Unfortunately, not all creatures have that same desire.” She had a stern look in her olive-green eyes. “Goblins have been raiding villages on the western outskirts of the town with great frequency as of late, and there have been losses of loyal citizens.”
Lady Sounshay clenched her fist. “I will not suffer these attacks any longer. We tried to handle it with reason, but it seems those vermin must be dealt with forcefully. Our cantons are spread thin, covering as much area as they can, but we would gladly welcome reinforcements. Help us in this matter and each of you will be paid one hundred Imperials.”
“We will help however we can,” said Vlad.
A guard stepped up to Sounshay. “My lady, the Alderinn family needs you. It seems Emerra has gone into labor. They need your assistance immediately.”
Sounshay nodded. “I had a feeling it would be any day now.” She turned back to the table. “My apologies, but I must leave now. However, I shall return as soon as possible. For the time being, stay here and enjoy the show with my friend Vlad. Anulee Galen is quite a talented bard.”
Vlad and Kham exchanged looks.
“Did she say Galen?”
Then the lights dimmed and the once loud and jovial crowd hushed into silence.
For a brief moment, all of the patrons saw nothing before them. Then, from the center of the stage, sparkles of multicolored lights began to light the room with a soft glow. On stage stood perhaps the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen. With ice-blue eyes and azure hair with streaks of white, she bore an almost angelic appearance. As she glided towards the front of the stage, her movements were both graceful and effortless, as if she were walking on clouds.
She smiled. “Hello my friends. I am Anulee Galen and here is my gift to all of you. I hope you enjoy it.”
With that, she turned and, with a wave of her hand, the lights in the room began to swirl slowly, changing colors periodically. She began her song, a crescendo of glory. Form that point on, the audience could only stare in awe.
“That’s not your mom, is it?” asked Kham.
Ilmarė practically snarled at him. “No.”
“So that’s got to be your sister. Older or younger?”
“Older.”
Kham whistled softly. “No wonder why you’re so bitter.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, nothing.” He sat back, pretending to be paying attention to the show.
Ilmarė abruptly got up and left the room. She was the only one to get up from her chair.
Anulee ended her song and all the patrons rose to their feet to thunderous applause.
As a comely young man stepped towards Anulee, her eyes widened and she stutter-stepped away from him.
Suddenly, the front door of the tavern burst open with a resounding thud. A middle-aged man rushed in, carrying the bloodied and battered body of a robed elf.
“Please!” he shouted. “Somebody help me! Another elf lies in the alley nearby. This one is near death himself!”
Anulee let out a piercing scream. “Persius, my love, what have they done to you?”
Anulee rushed to her lover’s side with her two powerfully built Marokene bodyguards behind her. She grasped Persius’ hand as he was laid on the table.
“His wounds are bad,” said Sebastian. There was a deep gouge in Persius’ chest, severe swelling in his face, and his breathing grew slower and weaker. “Unless something is done quickly, he will not survive.”
Beldin popped a potion vial open and put it the elorii’s lips. “This should do it.”
Vlad burst the door open, carrying an unconscious Ilmarė. He laid her on the table next to Persius.
“We saved her just in time,” said Kham. “She’s hurt bad.”
As the curative effect took over, Persius turned his head weakly to look at Anulee. His left eye was swollen shut from the severe beating.
The man who brought him in began shouting for everyone to give the elves some room.
Persius turned his attention to Kuros, who was standing next to Anulee. He raised an enfeebled arm and pointed directly at Kuros. “Murderer!” He grit his teeth in rage and agony. “You tried to kill my friend, and you tried to do the same to me in order to take her from my heart!”
The strain proved too much for him. He passed out, his arm falling limply at his side.
Moments later, Lady Sounshay rushed into the tavern with four armed guards at her side. As she stared at the grisly sight, she cast a spell, placing her holy symbol upon both elves’ chests. Upon completion, the worst wounds on the eloriis’ bodies started to seal up.
She turned to Kuros. “By order of the val’Dellenov family and in accordance with the just laws of Milandir you are hereby placed under arrest for murder and attempted murder. Take him away this instant!”
With that, four armed guards wrestled Kuros to the ground as he proclaimed his innocence. A torrent of vulgarity filled the air. He flailed away at the guards, which despite outnumbering him four to one could barely hold him down.
They dragged him away kicking and screaming. Lady Sounshay ordered the bouncer to carry Persius and Ilmarė upstairs to Anulee’s room to rest.
She turned to Vlad as she wiped the blood off her holy symbol. “Come with me. We have much to discuss.”
Lady Sounshay met them at a private room in the local prison. When they arrived, Kuros’ screaming was still audible.
“I know that I originally asked your friends to help us with the goblin problem, but I fear this is a scandalous situation waiting to explode. Persius, in addition to being Anulee’s lover, is also an ambassador from the elorii of the Vastwood Forest nearby. I cannot afford armed conflict against the elves, especially since many still have the bitterness of their dead gods burning in their souls.”
“Tell me about it,” muttered Kham.
“Add to that the spike in the goblin threat and our resources are taxed beyond our means. Your reputations leave me confident that you will assist me. Kuros proclaims his innocence, but I have my doubts. Then again, anything is possible.”
“We will be glad to assist,” said Vlad.
Sounshay shook her had. “Not you. I need your help against the goblins. I meant your friends.”
“Oh,” Vlad looked startled.
“Anything to help out a bitter elorii,” said Kham.
“She’s our friend too,” added Sebastian. “We’ll do whatever we can.” Beldin nodded in agreement.
Satisfied, Sounshay continued. “Kuros’ father, Venton, has been summoned and he should be here shortly. I can tell you that dealing with that man is like swallowing snake venom: both painful and bitter. I’ll handle him for now. I’ve arranged for you to question Kuros regarding this situation, but please be tactful. This is an investigation, not a wizard’s hunt.”
Sebastian shot Kham a look as Sounshay escorted them out and pointed the way to Kuros’ cell.
When they got to Kuros’ cell, he was still going off in a raging tantrum, pounding his fists against the bars until his knuckles bled.
“Calm down,” said Sebastian in a quiet voice. “We’re here to help you.”
“I’m innocent! This is ridiculous!”
“I’m sure it is, but we’re just trying to sort out what happened and everyone’s a little tense right now. Do you mind if I come in and sit down?”
Kuros was taken aback by the request, as if they were guests in his humble home. He nodded.
The guard unlocked the cell and let Sebastian in.
“Can you provide your version of the story?”
“You were in the same room with me! How could I possibly be guilty, I was standing in front of everyone!”
“And yet Persius saw you attack him and Ilmarė.”
“I don’t know how that’s possible. After buying roses for Anulee, I simply went to the Splintered Oak and sat at the front table to enjoy the performance.”
“Interesting. Why were you giving roses to Anulee?”
Kuros turned red. “I do have strong feelings for her…but I respect the fact that she is with someone!” He looked away. “Besides, the stigma an elf would face in having a relationship with a human would probably be too much to bear.”
Sebastian took a deep breath. “I understand completely.“
“I feel horrible about what happened, but someone is framing me…you’ve got to believe me!”
“I believe you. We’ll do our best.” Sebastian closed the jail cell door behind him.
“You’ve got to believe me,” he said quietly to no one. After that, Kuros was silent.
When Sebastian came out to meet Kham, the val put a finger to his lips. He pointed around the corner.
Lady Sounshay was in a rather ferocious argument with a middle-aged man. He had a scowl on his face, and was posturing himself on a very ornate wooden cane with a handle carved in the shape of a gargoyle’s head.
Apparently getting nowhere with Lady Sounshay, he stormed out of the room, muttering curses under his breath.
Drained of patience from her squabble with the man, she turned to Sebastian. “That was Venton Zasfar. By the Gods, I truly despise dealing with him!”
“He seemed…unpleasant,” said Sebastian.
“He wasn’t always like that, but I suppose rumors may be true about him never getting over his wife’s death. It’s the only reason I even try to deal with him.”
Kham nodded. “Loss can change a man.”
She addressed Sebastian. “So, did Kuros tell you anything that may help unravel this whole mess?”
“Not much, other than that Kuros apparently had feelings for Anulee.”
Sounshay was taken aback. “Really. Well, that would provide a motive for the crime.”
“I’d like to speak to Anulee,” said Sebastian.
“Absolutely. She’s been restricted to the Splintered Oak tavern until we get to the bottom of this, you can speak with her there.”
“What about Ilmarė?” asked Beldin.
“For medical and security reasons, Persius and Ilmarė, per the wishes of Anulee, have been sent back to the Vastwood Forest to heal their injuries with their people.”
Kham hesitated. “You just sent her back? Did she ever have a say in it?”
Sounshay’s expression turned dark. “Truth be told, she has a poison in her we don’t know how to cure. Anulee thought it best that the elorii deal with it, as she considers their healers to be…” she hesitated, “more advanced.”
As they left the jail, Kham hung back. “You guys go on ahead. I want to investigate something.”
Sebastian looked at Kham seriously. “Just be sure to come back to the tavern before daybreak.”
Kham flattened himself against the wall of the jail. Two men were arguing in hushed tones in a shadowy area just outside the prison. One was Venton and the other was the man who brought Persius’ body into the tavern. They hadn’t seen Kham.
“The sins of your past have come back to haunt you, Venton. Your son is paying for your misdeeds. You know it and I know it. But what would a heartless man like you give a damn about, other than himself?”
Venton jabbed the other man in the ribs with his cane. “I should have let those smugglers from Blackwand kill you for your stupidity rather than pay off your gambling debt. You were always weak-willed, and a lousy bodyguard to boot, Augustus. You don’t know the first thing about loyalty!”
Augustus slapped Venton’s cane away from him. “If I were as disloyal as you claim, you would not even be half the man you are today.”
“I will take care of my son, Augustus.” Venton walked towards his private carriage. “You are not worth my time, fool.” He yelled to his driver to get moving.
“Someday, you’re going to get yours,” whispered Augustus, his head lowered in shame as he walked away.
Kham sidled up to him. “I couldn’t help but hear that you might know something about Kuros and his father. Care to enlighten me?”
Augustus shot him a distrustful glare. “What do you know about it?”
“That’s why I’m asking,” said Kham. “If you can help save an innocent man, maybe you should share.”
Augustus’ features betrayed an internal struggle. Finally, he said, “What I tell you must remain between us.”
“Sure.”
“The relationship between Anulee and Venton was not as simple as you have been led to believe. Venton, in his youth, was very charming and taken with her. He was also married at the time. The two were closer…than just friends.”
Kham smirked. “I’ve seen Anulee. I can see how that would happen.”
“Venton and Anulee committed a most unspeakable act that they hid very well from the general populace.”
“Is an affair between humans and elves that big a deal?”
Augustus nodded. “Except for me, no one else knew about it. Like a fool, I kept the secret because Venton solved my gambling debt and thus saved my life. I sold my sense of decency in exchange for silence.”
“So what is this unspeakable act?”
“I would prefer Venton tell you. I want to offer him one last chance at redemption. He will be at his home tomorrow afternoon. I will tell you where he lives so that you can question him.”
Kham patted his pistols. “I know how to do that.”
“I believe that somehow, Venton’s past has something to do with what is happening now. More than this, I dare not say. If he refuses to tell you what happened, meet me at the warehouse next to Archibald the blacksmith’s shop at nine tomorrow evening. At that time, I will tell you the whole sordid story and damned be the consequences.”
With that, he glanced around to be sure he wasn’t followed, and then disappeared into the darkness.
“Warehouses,” said Kham. “Sebastian will be thrilled.”
As Sebastian and Beldin arrived at the Splintered Oak, it was clear that was once a cheerful establishment had become a grim crime scene. A startled barmaid with a mop tried to clean the bloodstains from the floor. There was absolute silence in the room.
Without making eye contact, the barmaid said, “Lady Sounshay said you would be coming. The bard’s room is up the stairs, third door to your left.”
As they made their way upstairs into the hallway, their path was blocked by two well-muscled Marokene elves. Unlike Ilmarė and Anulee, the elves were shorter but stronger, with a slight tinge of gray to their skin. They were both heavily armed.
“Halt,” said one of the guards, his hand sliding to his sword pommel. “State your business.”
“We are here to speak to Anulee by permission of Lady Sounshay,” said Sebastian.
The Marokene reluctantly let them pass with a look of mild disgust. Sebastian ignored it; he was accustomed to Ilmarė’s glares.
Inside, Anulee was a shell of her former self. She was no less beautiful than the woman they saw and hear singing majestically to a captivating crowd. And yet her eyes, swelled from her constant crying, were dim.
She tried to be resolutely diplomatic. “Please, sit down. I was expecting you. I want to help resolve this matter for the betterment of all.”
Sebastian and Beldin sat down.
“Is Persius sure that it was Kuros that waylaid him and Ilmarė?” asked Sebastian. “He was standing in front of all of us when Persius claims he was assaulted.”
Anulee nodded. “Persius is a very observant individual. He would never accuse someone unless he was absolutely sure.”
“But why would Kuros do such a thing?” asked Beldin. “Jealousy?”
“Perhaps.” She sighed. “Despite the fact that I suspected he had feelings for me, they never struck me as being obsessive. Or dangerous.”
“So you knew Kuros then,” prodded Sebastian.
“Yes. Like his father Venton, Kuros is a lover of the arts and theater, particularly song. He often traveled with us when he was a child. He was an endearing little boy in his youth. I was once a friend of his father’s, but many years have passed after we had a falling out. Shortly thereafter Venton’s wife, Victoria, passed away. Afterwards, I returned to the Vastwood Forest to spend time with my people.” She looked the dark-kin up and down. “Not all humans here find our presence comfortable.”
Sebastian flashed her a sympathetic smile. “I understand. What happened between you and Venton?”
“We had a falling out. He does not have the kindest of souls. His son has apparently inherited his father’s temper.”
“What kind of falling out?” asked Beldin.
“I can say no more.”
“You can’t or you won’t?” asked Sebastian.
She didn’t respond.
“What made you come back from the Vastwood Forest?” asked Beldin.
“I felt renewed vigor to use the gift that Osalian gave me. I believe it’s my duty to bring happiness and hope to those that have little of either.”
Beldin and Sebastian looked at each other.
“And what makes you think Postrava lacks those two attributes?” asked Sebastian.
Anulee flashed a condescending smile. “Wherever there are humans, there will always be suffering.”
Sebastian got up and thanked the elorii for her time. Downstairs, the barmaid had finished mopping the floor.
“May as well go home, Gertie,” said the bartender. “I don’t think we’ll have much business today.”
Kham was seated at one of the tables, sipping from a mug. He hopped up when Sebastian and Beldin arrived.
“Took you long enough. Get anything good out of the elf?”
Beldin crossed his arms. “She’s hiding something. Something terrible happened here that caused her to leave.”
Kham finished his mug. “Yeah, that’s what my pal Augustus said too.”
“I suspect she returned to Postrava out of guilt,” said Sebastian.
“Yeah, well, let’s visit Venton’s home.” He pushed back his overcoat to reveal one of his pistols. “I think we may have more luck interviewing him.”
It was clear that the forces of nature held sway along the sparsely traveled roadway. The verdant landscape of tall brush, towering oak trees and symphony of wildlife were constant reminders that the Vastwood Forest was a far cry from the crowded modern cities of Milandir.
“I don’t like the feel of this place,” said Sebastian.
Kham took in a deep breath of fresh air. “You say that about every place with plants.”
Beldin shoved Kham and Sebastian’s heads down. “Down!”
Crossbow bolts whistled past them. One tore a jagged rent in Sebastian’s robes. Another pinned itself in the folds of Kham’s overcoat.
Beldin reached behind him and unlatched his battleaxe from the strap across his back. With one smooth motion, he brought it up in time to block a hulking hobgoblin’s scimitar.
“Goblins!” snarled Beldin. “Get behind me!”
Kham drew two of his pistols. “There’s not enough room behind you!”
Sebastian whirled, fingers fanned out towards the goblins hiding in the thicket. “Radius Incensio!” Two gouts of flame extended from his fingertips. The ensuing screams indicated Sebastian’s magic had found its target.
Another hobgoblin came roaring towards Kham. One pistol kicked in Kham’s hands, smoke trailing the barrel. The hobgoblin looked down in stupefied disbelief as his scimitar was shout of his hands. It whistled end over end and then landed in the thicket.
Beldin blocked a strike from the hobgoblin with his shield, which he unbuckled a second after he drew his axe. The dwarf hunkered low and rammed the larger hobgoblin in the chest, knocking it back a few feet.
The hobgoblin facing Kham drew its dagger. Kham aimed and fired again, piercing the hobgoblins hand. The dagger fell to the ground.
“Know when to give up,” Kham said. He holstered his pistols. “Skiz? Reload.”
Two pistols nudged their way out of Kham’s belt pouch.
A volley of crossbow bolts whistled past them. Sebastian faced the other side of the road. “Radius Incensio!” More screams.
The hobgoblin drew a javelin from a quiver on its back, preparing to hurl it at the val.
Beldin whistled his axe around him and then hacked upwards, splitting the remaining hobgoblin’s chin in two. He collapsed to the ground. The sounds of panicked retreated echoed through the forest.
Kham fired both pistols, leaving a smoking hole where the hobgoblin’s head had been.
Beldin tugged his axe out of the hobgoblin’s head. “Goblins shouldn’t be out in this territory. Something’s stirred them up.”
Sebastian scanned their surroundings. “Vlad’s got his work cut out for him. I don’t envy his task.”
Kham winced as he yanked a crossbow bolt out of his shoulder. “Why doesn’t anyone ever envy OUR tasks?”
The manor of Venton Zasfar had few equals. A black iron fence surrounded the mansion grounds. At the gate entrance were two ten-foot high marble columns topped by black gargoyle statues. Beldin peered at them curiously.
“Well made,” he said. As an afterthought, he added. “They’re not real gargoyles though.”
They reached the front door. The guard bid them to stop while he let Venton know of their arrival.
Moments later, a raspy voice yelled obscenities at the guard.
The guard returned, pale. “He will see you now. Please know that he is not in the best of moods.”
Kham pushed past him. “Yeah, we got that.”
When they entered, Venton was sitting on a luxurious couch facing a fireplace, cane in hand, with his war hound at his side.
“Do you have information pertaining to my son’s situation?” Before they could respond. “Well, speak your mind and be quick about it!”
“Actually,” began Sebastian, “we’re here to ask you some questions about your friend Augustus. It seems he feels you know something that you’re not telling.”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but let me give you some advice: there are some things that are best left alone. This is one of them.”
“So you don’t deny that you had an affair with Anulee?”
“Well, if you must know, it’s true,” snapped Venton. “My wife Victoria was frail and sickly ever since the birth of my son. A man has needs you know, and it’s not my fault that Anulee was taken by my charms. Last I checked, having an affair is not against the law.”
Kham found a bottle of wine nearby, opened the cork, and started drinking. “Good thing too, or else I’d be…”
Sebastian cleared his throat. Kham stopped speaking.
“Put yourselves in my place.” Venton gently stroked his war hound’s russet coat. “Anulee is an intoxicating creature, but she proved to be ultimately ungrateful. Yes, she has talent, but it was MY influence that made things happen for her.”
Beldin peered at him under bushy eyebrows. “What exactly was she ungrateful about?”
Venton sighed. “Fair enough then. What will it take to guarantee your silence on this matter?”
Sebastian’s posture changed. “We will not be bribed.”
“Damn your bloated sense of righteousness! If you think the world will reward you for it then you are more naive than I thought!” Venton struck his cane against the floor. “This conversation is terminated. I’m sure you can see your way out the door.” He raised his cane and pointed to the door.
Kham stood up slowly to face Venton. “In the old days, I’d just shoot people like you until you talk.”
Venton didn’t flinch. The war hound lifted its head and started to growl.
“Kham, let’s go…” said Sebastian.
“Fortunately for you, I’ve turned over a new leaf.” Kham left the wine bottle, empty, on the table where he found it.
As they made their way towards the warehouse, the streets were relatively empty.
“It seems the incident in the Splintered Oak has left a lingering fear in the populace,” said Beldin.
Aside from the burning lanterns they passed every so often, there was no other light to guide their way. The unsettling silence only reinforced the desolation.
A tiny bat crawled out of the folds of Sebastian’s robes. He whispered to it and the bat flitted off into the darkness.
A couple of moments later it returned. The bat chattered at him.
“Dracuul says that the two lanterns nearest here have been shattered. Someone wants it dark here.”
“Do you actually understand that thing?” asked Kham.
Sebastian looked offended. “Of course. And he understands me perfectly.”
Skiz popped his head out of the extradimensional satchel where Kham kept most of his pistols. “Talking rodents,” said the talking rat. “Go figure, eh boss?”
“Very funny,” said Kham.
“One other thing: we are being followed by a large black bird.”
Kham holstered his pistols. “I’m going to investigate yet another warehouse.”
Imbibing a potion, Kham jumped ten feet up onto the wall of the warehouse. Then he began to carefully climb his way up.
He pushed the window open. It was pitch black inside.
Skiz crawled out of Kham’s satchel. He sniffed the air with sensitive whiskers. “Man, it stinks in here boss.”
“Yeah, I smell it.” A strange, acrid smell burned his nostrils.
Kham flicked a tindertwig with one finger and it flared to life. He held it in his mouth as he descended the labyrinth of wooden creates.
He avoided stepping into a large pool of blood that coalesced on the floor before him. It led to a gruesome scene.
Before Kham lay the mangled and broken body of Augustus. He lay in the still-fresh pool of his own blood, his face locked in an expression of utter horror. What was most bizarre were three needle-like gray spikes, as long as shortswords, were driven through his chest and exiting through his back. The spikes transfixed the corpse to the floor. Wisps of pungent smoke rose like tormented spirits from the areas where the spikes contacted his flesh.
Kham took the tindertwig out of his mouth. “Well, I guess he’s not talking.”
Skiz sniffed around the corpse, then wriggled into Augustus’ clothes. Kham blanched at the sight of a rat burrowing into a corpse.
Skiz was rifling through the dead man’s pockets. “Found a potion and…a note.” He dragged the note out with his teeth. “What’s it say boss?”
Kham scanned it. Then he slowly lowered the note. “I don’t believe this.”
“What boss?” Skiz sat up on his hind legs. “Come on, what?”
“According to our dead friend here, a dark-kin named Lantross fell in love with Anulee and helped break up the relationship between the elf and Venton. Venton tried to hire Augustus to murder a town guard, one Heinrich Martell, and pin it on Lantross. When Augustus wouldn’t do it, Venton did the dirty work himself. Then he threatened to reveal his affair with Anulee unless she committed perjury during the trial and pinned the crime on Lantross.”
“Martell? That’s the big guy’s last name, right? They related?”
Kham nodded. “I think so. It’s Lantross’ name that worries me.”
“Why?”
“Lantross’ last name is Arnyal, the same as Sebastian.”
A bank of fog surrounded Beldin and Sebastian while they waited for Kham to exit the warehouse. The stench of brimstone was so strong that it made their eyes tear.
“Trouble,” said Beldin. “Get behind me.”
A barely humanoid figure lurched out of the fog. Its entire body was bristling with dark gray spikes. Its hellish features framed glowing red eyes. The things body shook feverishly with the anticipation of a fresh kill.
“More to kill, “a sibilant voice giggled in their minds, “more to kill!”
“Gods, that’s a hamatula!” whispered Sebastian. “Kham! Get out here!”
Beldin’s axe and shield were out. He faced the devil. “You cannot pass!”
The devil roared. It traced a symbol in the air and a blast of energy spun outwards from the infernal glyph, nearly flattening Sebastian.
“I am a Defender of Man,” shouted Beldin, “Apprentice of Elabac the Wise. Your dark magics will not avail you!”
It traced another symbol, this one in the shape of a demonic head. The infernal blast excoriated Beldin but he did not move from his spot.
“Go back to hell!” shouted Beldin.
Sebastian shouted “Acid sphaera!” A green orb appeared in his palm. He threw it at the devil, melting spikes and flesh. “Kham!”
The devil raised itself to its full height with a mighty roar. The spikes that dotted its body shivered outwards, growing longer and wicked. It towered over Beldin.
The hamatula charged forward, but Beldin crouched down and took the full impact head on. Some of the spikes on the devil snapped off. Others found their mark, impaling the dwarf. And still he did not move an inch.
From behind Beldin, Sebastian pointed at the hamatula. “Radius Incensio!” Spiraling flames washed over the devil, dissipating harmlessly. “Khaaaaam!”
The devil roared again and extended a palm at Sebastian. The same flames blasted into the dark-kin, knocking him to the ground.
“You shall not pass!” shouted Beldin. He hacked viciously at the thing’s face, but even that was protected by bony protrusions.
Sebastian lifted his arms. “Mulimodis Oris!” Three ghostly pairs of vicious jaws flew out from the folds of his robes.
The hamatula drove its spikes deeper into Beldin. The dwarf grunted in pain.
The ghostly jaws clamped onto the hamatula, one on each arm and another on its throat. And still it moved forward, skewering Beldin.
“Medricas val’Assante, I call upon your gift to fight evil,” pleaded Beldin to the heavens. “Guide my axe!”
White flames consumed Beldin’s axe. The devil reared back; for the first time its feral features registered fear.
With a mighty roar, Beldin hacked downwards on the hamatula’s head, splitting it in two. It disappeared in an oily burst of smoke.
Beldin stood panting, covered in devil ichor. Sebastian put out the flames on his robe.
Kham opened the warehouse doors and sauntered out. “I heard you the first few times. What’s up?”
Beldin slumped to the ground, unconscious from his wounds.
Lady Sounshay and three town guardsmen attended to Beldin’s wounds.
Kham pulled Sebastian aside. “We need to talk.” He handed Sebastian Augustus’ note.
Lady Sounshay joined them. “What happened here?”
Kham jabbed a thumb in the direction of the warehouse. “I found that note on Augustus’ body, in there.”
Sebastian scanned the letter. “Venton and Anulee were having a secret affair.” His features slowly twisted in rage. ”She used a visiting dark-kin as an excuse to break up with Venton. In retaliation, Venton blackmailed Anulee into blaming the dark-kin for the murder of a town guard.”
“I remember that.” The implications dawned on her. “The dark-kin was executed for that crime!”
“That dark-kin was Lantross.” Sebastian’s face was red. “Lantross Arnyal. My father.” He handed Sounshay the note. “Just before he was executed, he had another visitor. Lantross’ brother…my uncle.”
“I am issuing a warrant for the arrest of Venton Zasfar.” Sounshay barked orders at the guards. She turned back to Sebastian. “I will personally bring it to his door tonight, even if I have to storm his manor and fling his vile sleeping carcass out of his own bed!”
“We can handle that,” began Kham.
“No!” snarled Sounshay. “I need you to go to the Splintered Oak and bring Anulee to me immediately. Perjury is also a crime.”
Beldin’s wounds had been healed enough that he was able to stand. He limped over to them.
Sounshay handed Sebastian a writ to bring her into custody. “Hurry. There is no telling how many more innocent lives are in danger.”
They raced to the Splintered Oak. It was empty except for the bartender who was doing inventory of his supplies.
“Great Saluwe’!” said the bartender as they entered. “Is everybody in such a hurry tonight?”
“What do you mean?” asked Sebastian.
“Well, I saw one of those Marokene bodyguards come in here after his walk and go up the stairs same as he did every other time. A few minutes later, I saw Anulee racing down the stairs, practically stumbling over her feet and out the door faster than I could blink. Then, the same Marokene bodyguard came back down the stairs just as quickly and went out the door. Then I heard the horses get restless and the sound of the carriage taking off.”
Kham drew his pistols. “Not good.”
“Did Lady Sounshay give her permission to leave?” asked the befuddled bartender. “I could have sworn Anulee was supposed to stay here.”
“No.” Beldin took out his axe and crept up the steps towards Anulee’s room. “She wasn’t supposed to leave.”
Sebastian addressed Kham. “So she was kidnapped then.”
Kham nodded. “A shapeshifter posed as Kuros. My money’s on Venton.”
“I don’t think so.” Sebastian followed behind Kham. “The hamatula you didn’t help us fight was summoned by someone with connections to the infernal. Venton doesn’t strike me as the type who traffics with devils.”
“With enough money, anything’s possible. Fifty imperials say I’m right,” said Kham.
“Let’s hope neither of us are right,” Sebastian said morosely.
The door to the bodyguards’ room was ajar. Beldin entered the room.
A note was pinned to the door of Anulee’s room with a dagger. Kham scanned it. “This is the court record from ten years ago.” He handed it to Sebastian.
“There’s a note at the bottom, written in the infernal tongue,” Sebastian read it. “The time for justice has come.”
Beldin came back out of the bodyguards’ room. “Elandros’ body is in there. Looks like a gladius punctured his heart. Also, there are no bags packed for travel.”
“Let’s go,” said Sebastian.
The bartender was standing at the foot of the steps. “The carriage left here not that long ago; if you hurry, you can catch up to it! They left going east out of town. I only have three horses in the stable outside, but you’re welcome to use them.”
Sebastian sighed. “No thanks, I’ll—“
Kham shouldered Sebastian aside. “We’ll run it. Beldin, you go on ahead, we’ll catch up.”
The bartender led Beldin to the stables.
Sebastian acknowledged Kham with a nod. Then they both took off in a sprint towards the east side of town.
Beldin found the carriage pulled off to the side of the road. An unarmored man held a gladius to Anulee’s throat; she hung shackled to a low-slung branch of a tree. She showed no signs of injury.
“I am Aglamar, brother of Lantross Arnyal.” His face was painted blood red. “I know why you have come and if you knew even half of the truth, then you would realize this woman deserves to die.”
“We know what she conspired to do.” Beldin dismounted. “And what it cost your family. But she was coerced by Venton—“
“I don’t CARE that Venton coerced her! She had her moment to tell the truth but lied and condemned my brother’s life to keep her dirty little secret safe. I wanted Venton, that miserable piece of garbage, to suffer as well, but hurting the cripple was too easy…”
“So it was you who attacked the elves and Augustus?”
Aglamar nodded. “Hurting Venton by framing his son Kuros…now that was well worth the effort.” He pressed the blade against Anulee’s neck. Her eyes were wide with terror. “So it comes down to this. Will you stop me and let their actions continue to make a mockery of the fabled Milandisian honor and justice, or must you force me to end your life as well?”
Beldin’s axe and shield were out. “I cannot allow you to harm her. She must face justice; even human justice, as flawed as it might be, is better than petty vengeance.”
“So be it.” Aglamar stepped away from Anulee. “I should warn you I am a shaman of the wolf. The powers at my disposal are more formidable than you can imagine.”
“I was a titan once,” snarled Beldin. “Your magic holds no secrets.” And with that he charged forward.
A huge black hound the size of a man slammed into Beldin as he passed the tree where Anulee was held captive. He rolled to his feet to face it.
“Meet Raze, my pet,” said Aglamar.
The hound had a bright red streak running down its back. Its eyes glowed a hellish red. Beldin ducked down as flames spewed from its maw. The fire washed over his shield and singed his beard.
Then Raze was upon him. He bore the brunt of it on his shield, but the snapping jaws threatened to tear off his face. Beldin hacked downwards, shearing off an ear. The hound yelped in pain and jumped backwards.
Before it could recover, Beldin surged forward, cracking the hound with his shield. He followed up with his axe, finishing it. The dwarf spun to face Aglamar once more.
Aglamar pointed at him. A gout of flames blasted down from the heavens.
Beldin looked up just in time to see it coming. He raised his shield overhead as the conflagration struck.
When it went out, Beldin was still standing. The surrounding vegetation was blackened to a crisp, the grass and brush smoking from the attack. Beldin himself was covered in soot. Only the whites of his eyes were visible. He took a step towards Aglamar.
“You are like a big, stupid dog who can't stop eating.” Aglamar raised one hand heavenwards. The other pointed at Beldin. “Even though your master said you've had enough!”
There was a terrible crack and the air was filled with the taste of ozone. A lightning bolt struck from the skies, connecting through Beldin’s helmet. The dwarf shook it off.
“Now it's time to put this bad dog to sleep... for good!”
Aglamar pointed again, and lightning struck again. Thrice. Four times. And still Beldin took slow, shuddering steps forward.
Bolt after bolt surged through Beldin’s body. The tips of his beard were on fire. His armor was blackened, his flesh cracked and bleeding. And still the dwarf kept coming.
“Why won’t you die?” shouted Aglamar.
Aglamar thrust one hand into the air, his hand an open claw. Trees and shrubbery reached around the grab Beldin’s feet. The dwarf kept moving forward, one shuddering step at a time. The brush that clung to him carved great furrows in the dirt.
Beldin stood within striking distance of Aglamar. He had since dropped his shield. With two hands, he lifted his dwarven battleaxe over his head…
The hideous sound of snapping bone gave him pause. He looked down.
Aglamar had thrust his gladius up to its hilt in Beldin’s abdomen. The pommel had the word “Brother” engraved in Low Coryan on it, and it sported a snarling wolf-head motif.
The dwarf collapsed just as Sebastian and Kham arrived.
Sebastian raised his hands, palms open, towards Aglamar.
The shaman lifted a finger. “You may not want to do that. You might hurt your precious elf.” He pointed at Anulee. The tree she hung from took a shuddering step forward, its roots ripped from its moorings.
Kham’s pistols were out. “I don’t care if he’s your uncle, I’m going to just shoot him in the head.”
They dove in different directions as a huge tree limb swatted at them.
“I can’t stop this tree without hitting the girl!” shouted Sebastian.
Kham jumped backwards as the tree took another clumsy swipe at him. “I think I can fix that.” He holstered his pistols. “When I give you the signal, you do what you do best.”
Sebastian took another step backwards as the tree turned its attention to him. “What are you doing?”
Suddenly, Kham was hanging from the tree and Anulee, freed of her bindings, was standing where Kham once was.
The tree lifted another limb to strike at Sebastian. With a twist, Kham easily slipped out of the bonds that originally bound Anulee. He dove to the side and rolled to his feet.
“Now Sebastian!”
Sebastian fanned out his fingers. “Incendiaries globus!”
A ball of fire enveloped the tree. It flailed helplessly for a moment, enveloped in flames. With another mighty creak, the blackened husk collapsed into ashes.
Kham was still admiring his handiwork when Aglamar attacked. The val spun just in time to block Aglamar’s strike with his scimitar and dagger.
With a bellow of rage, Aglamar struck blow after blow.
“Uh, Sebastian?” shouted Kham over his shoulder. “Now would be a good time…”
He didn’t get to finish. Kham caught another deadly gladius strike between his blades, and for a brief moment they were locked, eye-to-eye. Spittle dripped from Aglamar’s chin, his eyes bulging with fury.
“Radius Incensio!” Two trails of fire blasted into Aglamar’s back…with no effect.
With a roar, Aglamar smashed both of Kham’s weapons aside, knocking him to the ground. He looked up, stunned, as Aglamar raised his gladius for the killing blow…
Then he dropped his gladius and shield. He slowly turned, clutching at his back. Beldin’s waraxe was embedded in Aglamar’s spine. He collapsed to the ground.
Beldin limped over to Aglamar and yanked the blade out of him. “It’ll take more than that to stop a dwarf,” he grumbled.
Aglamar twisted in agony, his battle frenzy wearing off. He groaned, spitting up blood.
Anulee cupped Aglamar’s head in her hands and whispered a chant.
“I have eased his pain for a moment.” She looked at Sebastian, tears in her eyes. “It’s the best I can do.”
Sebastian kneeled by Aglamar’s side. “Hello, uncle.” He took his hand.
Aglamar blinked back tears. “Brother…?”
Sebastian tried to smile, but his mouth was trembling. Aglamar had confused him with his father. “I am Landross’ son. Be still.”
“You look just like him…Anulee! Where is Anulee?”
Sebastian shook his head. “We let her go.”
Aglamar winced as the pain returned. “Then you did what I could not. Forgive me, I have failed you.”
“No, Aglamar, you fought bravely! You have kept your honor.”
Aglamar shuddered. “It is over. Landross’ murder will never be avenged…”
“I swear to you I will see justice done,” said Sebastian.
Aglamar focused on him again. “Your father…would have been proud of you.” Then his body went slack, his unfocused gaze staring past Sebastian into death.
Sebastian touched his hand to his forehead, then to his lips in respect.
“Be at peace, son of Canceri,” whispered Sebastian. He bent and kissed Aglamar on the brow.
Kham looked sadly at Sebastian and Beldin. Beldin bowed his head and turned away.
Sebastian whirled on Anulee. Without a word, he lifted one open palm towards her…
“Sebastian, wait—” shouted Beldin.
There was a resounding crack. Anulee collapsed to the ground, her hand to one cheek.
Tears streaming down his cheeks, Sebastian pulled the writ from his robes and tossed it at her feet.
As they entered the town, a host of guardsmen escorted Anulee to the local prison. Inside, Kuros was standing next to Lady Sounshay. A guard stood behind them, holding a squirming and angry Venton in his grasp. As Anulee entered, Kuros’ eyes flashed with fury.
”Please take Anulee to the first holding room,” said Lady Sounshay. “Have Venton put in the second. When I call for each one, bring them to me.” With that, the guards took them both away.
Sounshay addressed Sebastian. “Kuros and I have discussed what to do with both Anulee and Venton. The laws of Milandir are not toys to manipulate for their convenience. However, we felt that because you are Landross’ son, you should have a say. What form of punishment do you think they deserve?”
Sebastian took a deep breath. “Banishment for Anulee. Since she loves this place dearly, so banishment should be a fitting punishment. As for Venton…he should be executed.”
Lady Sounshay called for the guards to bring in Anulee.
“We have discussed your part in this matter and come to a decision. Perjury is a serious offense, especially when it leads to the unjust execution of an innocent man. He may have been dark-kin,” Sounshay looked at Sebastian, “but in Postrava at least, we judge the soul of a man by his actions, not his blood.”
“Be thankful, for the merciful nature of Sebastian astounds me considering all that he has had to endure. I could have you locked away for what you’ve done, but immortality is in your favor. Therefore, as punishment for your part in this, I hereby order you banished from Sylvania until Sebastian forgives you for what you have done to Lantross. Pray that he is more forgiving than his uncle was, as I believe him to be. Perhaps someday, Sylvania will be graced with your song again. That is my edict. Let it be done.”
Anulee pressed something wrapped in parchment in Sebastian’s hand. “Please give this to Ilmarė on my behalf.” She turned to Kuros, tears streaming down her face. “For what it is worth, I am truly sorry for the sorrow I have caused.”
Kuros looked at her for a moment and then turned his gaze away, not uttering a word. The guards ushered Anulee back to her cell.
Lady Sounshay called for the guard to bring in Venton. He was still trying to free himself from the guard’s grasp when they dragged him in.
She fixed him with a penetrating stare. “Now, as for you, Venton, it seems your son’s sense of irony is as sharp as his sense of justice. I will allow him to tell you what your punishment is.”
Kuros stepped up to his father, mere inches from his face. “I may have acquired your temper, but at least I do not have your black, twisted heart, father. Tomorrow morning, you will sign over access to al your monetary wealth, properties, businesses, the mansion, and every other thing you own. All your life you have used your money, influence, and power to destroy peoples’ lives. It ends today.
“While my mother was dying, you made a mockery of her love for you. From this day forth, you will have only that which I allow you to have, which will not be much. Finally, you will not be allowed to leave Postrava. This place will become your tomb. I will not allow you to further smear the good and honorable Zasfar name.”
Venton’s face reddened. “You can’t do that to me!” he screamed. “I won’t allow it!” He raised his cane to strike Kuros.
Kuros snatched the cane from Venton. Pushed off balance, the old man fell to the floor.
“You’ll agree to this, or you will be executed.” With that, Kuros walked away.
“My cane!” pleaded Venton. “Please…I can’t walk without my cane.” He struggled in vain to rise.
“Life is hard, father,” said Kuros as he left the prison. “I suggest you get used to it.”
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