Cerebral Paladin
First Post
Stithis easily found Alistair a long days' ride south of the City of Enclaves. After riding as fast and as far as he could in one day on a fine horse, Alistair had found a pleasant place to stay by seducing a comely woman who owned one of the local farms that help supply the City's tremendous demand for food. His stories of danger, intrigue, and a secret identity that he dared not reveal lest his enemies threaten them both had precisely the desired effect of earning her admiration, while preparing her for his inevitable sudden departure. The stories even had the side benefit of being mostly true.
Stithis appeared to Alistair while his friend was attending to the duties of running her farm. "Alistair... you need to be careful. There are assassins looking for you."
"Stithis? What are you doing here? And how do you know that there are assassins?"
"Mahler sent me after the assassins attacked us. They thought Mahler was you because of what you told Dame Brionna."
"Is everyone all right? I never wanted to put Mahler or the rest of you in any danger. I just didn't want that Glordiadelian knight to focus on dragging me back to Canberry."
"We're all fine. The others will be joining us soon. I just came ahead because I could reach you quickly and can stay up all night on guard since I don't need to sleep."
Alistair relaxed on hearing that the assassins failed. "Thank you. I'm really grateful that you've all been so willing to help me, especially since this isn't your problem."
Stithis paused. "I was wondering if you could help me. I've thought about what the Bishop said, and I think I'd like you to perform the binding ritual on me."
"Are you sure? I can't say I'm too fond of the idea of being able to control someone, and I know I wouldn't want anyone to have that kind of power over me."
"I'm sure. It's safer for me, and it's far better to be voluntarily bound to someone that I know won't abuse that than to risk some evil person binding me. And I'd also be better able to prevent future assassins from getting you. Besides, it's not all that different from the oaths of fealty that humans take to their nobles all the time."
"I think that's what worries me... I've never really wanted people swearing fealty to me. But if you're sure that it's what you want..."
Alistair carefully went through the steps of the ritual with Stithis to forge a mystic bond between them.
* * *
The group in Enclaves spent the following day healing and preparing for the long trip south. They carefully posted watches and departed shortly before dawn the next day, with Mahler, Kit, and Dame Brionna on horses, Glibrod insisting that he could be Dame Brionna's squire, and Delbon on a huge bee, taking advantage of the unusual mounts available to the wealthy in Glittertowers. The first day of travel south passed uneventfully.
During the second day, a small caravan approached the group from further south. With farmland on either side, the group had no choice but to meet the caravan openly and hope for the best. As the wagons approached, the riders gathered at the side of the road to allow them passed.
A large floating sphere, with a giant central eye and many small eye-stalks rising up from its body, floated out from among the wagons. "Hello there, travellers! I don't think I've met any of you!"
Everyone who recognized the strange creature as a beholder tensed, but if it wanted to kill them, there would be little they could do to stop it. Mahler nudged his horse forward. "Good day to you. Bringing a load of trade goods to Enclaves?"
"Yes indeed. Most of my kind devote themselves to conquest and pillaging, but with my superior intellect, I have realized the inefficiencies of such tasks. True strength lies in the knowledge of people-- all people, not just other beholders that are close to the true breed. Trade provides a convenient and profitable means to meet new people. I have made it my life's work to meet and introduce myself to every intelligent being on the world." The beholder swung one eye-stalk back towards a wagon. A stack of shiny copper plates, bound together with a sturdy ring, floated towards it. "I am Glixilplort, a true breed beholder. If you would each be so kind as to introduce yourselves, I would be most appreciative."
The riders introduced themselves in turn, and the beholder carefully etched their names and homelands onto the copper plates with a green ray from one of its eye-stalks.
"Thank you. I did not expect an additional five introductions today before reaching Enclaves. If I can keep meeting people at the rate I've maintained thus far, I will have met every sentient, living creature-- meeting undead is unproductive, even if they have minds-- within the next 489 years, 10 months, and 14 days. As long as none of them die. Or reproduce." The beholders gaping maw contorted as it chewed its rocky lips with razor-sharp teeth. "If they do... then... No matter. Death and reproduction do not fit the model I have propounded to structure my life plan around. They are therefore irrelevant and will be disregarded." The creatures face took on its regular, strangely jovial look. "Thank you for your assistance. I hope your travels are smooth, and that you meet many fellow travellers on the rest of your journey."
With that, the beholder signaled its teamsters to resume their journey.
Delbon stared after the beholder in befuddlement. "That was the least terrifying, but strangest beholder I've ever even heard of."
"With luck, it will be the only beholder we ever meet," replied Mahler.
Dame Brionna smiled and put her hand on her sword's hilt. "I think I may wish to meet a more tradition-minded beholder someday, when I am ready and my duties allow it."
Stithis appeared to Alistair while his friend was attending to the duties of running her farm. "Alistair... you need to be careful. There are assassins looking for you."
"Stithis? What are you doing here? And how do you know that there are assassins?"
"Mahler sent me after the assassins attacked us. They thought Mahler was you because of what you told Dame Brionna."
"Is everyone all right? I never wanted to put Mahler or the rest of you in any danger. I just didn't want that Glordiadelian knight to focus on dragging me back to Canberry."
"We're all fine. The others will be joining us soon. I just came ahead because I could reach you quickly and can stay up all night on guard since I don't need to sleep."
Alistair relaxed on hearing that the assassins failed. "Thank you. I'm really grateful that you've all been so willing to help me, especially since this isn't your problem."
Stithis paused. "I was wondering if you could help me. I've thought about what the Bishop said, and I think I'd like you to perform the binding ritual on me."
"Are you sure? I can't say I'm too fond of the idea of being able to control someone, and I know I wouldn't want anyone to have that kind of power over me."
"I'm sure. It's safer for me, and it's far better to be voluntarily bound to someone that I know won't abuse that than to risk some evil person binding me. And I'd also be better able to prevent future assassins from getting you. Besides, it's not all that different from the oaths of fealty that humans take to their nobles all the time."
"I think that's what worries me... I've never really wanted people swearing fealty to me. But if you're sure that it's what you want..."
Alistair carefully went through the steps of the ritual with Stithis to forge a mystic bond between them.
* * *
The group in Enclaves spent the following day healing and preparing for the long trip south. They carefully posted watches and departed shortly before dawn the next day, with Mahler, Kit, and Dame Brionna on horses, Glibrod insisting that he could be Dame Brionna's squire, and Delbon on a huge bee, taking advantage of the unusual mounts available to the wealthy in Glittertowers. The first day of travel south passed uneventfully.
During the second day, a small caravan approached the group from further south. With farmland on either side, the group had no choice but to meet the caravan openly and hope for the best. As the wagons approached, the riders gathered at the side of the road to allow them passed.
A large floating sphere, with a giant central eye and many small eye-stalks rising up from its body, floated out from among the wagons. "Hello there, travellers! I don't think I've met any of you!"
Everyone who recognized the strange creature as a beholder tensed, but if it wanted to kill them, there would be little they could do to stop it. Mahler nudged his horse forward. "Good day to you. Bringing a load of trade goods to Enclaves?"
"Yes indeed. Most of my kind devote themselves to conquest and pillaging, but with my superior intellect, I have realized the inefficiencies of such tasks. True strength lies in the knowledge of people-- all people, not just other beholders that are close to the true breed. Trade provides a convenient and profitable means to meet new people. I have made it my life's work to meet and introduce myself to every intelligent being on the world." The beholder swung one eye-stalk back towards a wagon. A stack of shiny copper plates, bound together with a sturdy ring, floated towards it. "I am Glixilplort, a true breed beholder. If you would each be so kind as to introduce yourselves, I would be most appreciative."
The riders introduced themselves in turn, and the beholder carefully etched their names and homelands onto the copper plates with a green ray from one of its eye-stalks.
"Thank you. I did not expect an additional five introductions today before reaching Enclaves. If I can keep meeting people at the rate I've maintained thus far, I will have met every sentient, living creature-- meeting undead is unproductive, even if they have minds-- within the next 489 years, 10 months, and 14 days. As long as none of them die. Or reproduce." The beholders gaping maw contorted as it chewed its rocky lips with razor-sharp teeth. "If they do... then... No matter. Death and reproduction do not fit the model I have propounded to structure my life plan around. They are therefore irrelevant and will be disregarded." The creatures face took on its regular, strangely jovial look. "Thank you for your assistance. I hope your travels are smooth, and that you meet many fellow travellers on the rest of your journey."
With that, the beholder signaled its teamsters to resume their journey.
Delbon stared after the beholder in befuddlement. "That was the least terrifying, but strangest beholder I've ever even heard of."
"With luck, it will be the only beholder we ever meet," replied Mahler.
Dame Brionna smiled and put her hand on her sword's hilt. "I think I may wish to meet a more tradition-minded beholder someday, when I am ready and my duties allow it."