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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5023002" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Isles of the Damned: Part 5g – R’lyeh</strong></p><p></p><p>The piles of treasure climbed up the shaft one by one, dragged themselves across the island, and loaded themselves onto the Naoke. </p><p></p><p>When they were back on board the Naoke, Harry cleared his throat. “I believe there’s a stowaway in this crew,” he called out, pointing at Kham.</p><p></p><p>Kham drew the Leviathan Pistol at lightning speed and had it aimed at Harry’s head. “I agree, but you should be pointing at yourself.”</p><p></p><p>Father Peg-Leg gazed at Harry’s attire, his face, his bearing. “What deity be in that frame, I’m doubtful, but fer sure some deity be there. Whoever ye are, be gracious, bless our labors, and forgive these fellows!” he shouted. </p><p></p><p>Harry shook himself, as if he were shedding a cloak, and suddenly a divine being glittered before them. He appeared as a charming young man with a roguish smile and icy blue eyes. His rich, dark hair waved about him, and on his strong shoulders he wore a purple robe.</p><p></p><p>They were in the presence of a god. </p><p></p><p>The crew was overcome, some going blind at the sight of him, others howling with madness and fear. Beldin and Vlad fell to their knees. Kham crossed his arms. Sebastian took a step back. </p><p></p><p>Father Peg-Leg kneeled to the ground. “Bow yer heads, fer ye are in the presence of Cadic! The Dark Hand of Illiir, Master of the Darkness, Keeper of Secrets, the Thief of Joy, the Bringer of Lament, the Lord of Epics—“</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">That’s enough,</span>” said Cadic. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">You may know me as Oswald the Beggar King, or Deolpholis, the blind prophet…</span>”</p><p></p><p>“That was you?” asked Vlad.</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">I said you may know me,</span>” corrected Cadic. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Those are merely forms I adopted. You’ve been through much. And I salute you. But nobody goes forth on the waters without paying Cadic his due. All I ask of you is a promise—to answer my call if I need a job done in the world of men. One promise, and you’ll be wealthy beyond an admiral’s dreams and you’ll sleep well the rest of your days. Refuse, and you’ll never spend a copper of that haul in peace.</span>”</p><p></p><p>”I don’t want it,” said Sebastian. “We never asked for the treasure.”</p><p></p><p>“Do what he says, fool!” snapped Peg-Leg.</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Turn your backs on me now,</span>” boomed Cadic, “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">and bad luck will follow you so long as you keep that lucre. Ropes will snap on you, the wind will forever be on your face. Swords will slip out of your hands and there’ll be a set of claws waiting for you whenever you go through a door. And just try to spend that haul of yours and see where it gets you. The same cursed luck that befalls you will befall anyone who handles those coins. You’ll be chased out of every town you settle in, you’ll be hounded to places where they’ve no use for gold.</span>”</p><p></p><p>“I do so swear to answer your call,” said Beldin.</p><p></p><p>“As do I,” said Vlad.</p><p></p><p>Kham looked warily at the god, unafraid. “Keep your end of the deal and I’ll keep mine,” he said.</p><p></p><p>Cadic stared at the dark-kin. </p><p></p><p>“Fine,” said Sebastian. “But we were told we would stop Leviathan and he seems to be quite harmless. Why did you lead us here?”</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Leviathan’s minions on the other side were a clever bunch. When they worked their wicked business in Freeport, it was like a punch to my guts. For a few moments I forgot myself, forgot my place in the order of things—my responsibilities. That’s how Leviathan’s cultists discovered old Carthy. And that’s what afflicts me now. They cut the rope that binds this body to Cadic in the heavens! I remember some things…how to wreck things and how to curse them. But putting things right…curing the treasure…that’s much tougher work, and that eludes me. If you can put me in my right mind, I’ll fix you up and set you windward.</span>”</p><p></p><p>“We used the Leviathan Spyglass to enter the fortress, the Bell to defeat the Boney Lonesomes, and the Pistol to retrieve the treasure,” said Vlad authoritatively. “It’s time to use the Leviathan Hook.” He fished the Hook out of a bag and placed it on the deck.</p><p></p><p>“But to use it,” began Sebastian, “you’ll need to…”</p><p></p><p>Vlad lay his left arm on the deck gestured to Beldin. “Let’s do this.”</p><p></p><p>“Are you mad?” asked Sebastian. “You’re a warrior! Without your left hand you’ll be useless!”</p><p></p><p>Cadic watched, silent.</p><p></p><p>“I can always strap a shield to my arm.” Peg-Leg offered him hemp rope. “Have a little faith.” Vlad bit down on the rope and nodded at Beldin.</p><p></p><p>Beldin lifted his axe over his head with both hands. “I’ll try to make it clean,” he said.</p><p></p><p>The shadow of Windcutter cast a long pall over Vlad’s features…</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 5023002, member: 3285"] [b]Isles of the Damned: Part 5g – R’lyeh[/b] The piles of treasure climbed up the shaft one by one, dragged themselves across the island, and loaded themselves onto the Naoke. When they were back on board the Naoke, Harry cleared his throat. “I believe there’s a stowaway in this crew,” he called out, pointing at Kham. Kham drew the Leviathan Pistol at lightning speed and had it aimed at Harry’s head. “I agree, but you should be pointing at yourself.” Father Peg-Leg gazed at Harry’s attire, his face, his bearing. “What deity be in that frame, I’m doubtful, but fer sure some deity be there. Whoever ye are, be gracious, bless our labors, and forgive these fellows!” he shouted. Harry shook himself, as if he were shedding a cloak, and suddenly a divine being glittered before them. He appeared as a charming young man with a roguish smile and icy blue eyes. His rich, dark hair waved about him, and on his strong shoulders he wore a purple robe. They were in the presence of a god. The crew was overcome, some going blind at the sight of him, others howling with madness and fear. Beldin and Vlad fell to their knees. Kham crossed his arms. Sebastian took a step back. Father Peg-Leg kneeled to the ground. “Bow yer heads, fer ye are in the presence of Cadic! The Dark Hand of Illiir, Master of the Darkness, Keeper of Secrets, the Thief of Joy, the Bringer of Lament, the Lord of Epics—“ “[FONT="Impact"]That’s enough,[/FONT]” said Cadic. “[FONT="Impact"]You may know me as Oswald the Beggar King, or Deolpholis, the blind prophet…[/FONT]” “That was you?” asked Vlad. “[FONT="Impact"]I said you may know me,[/FONT]” corrected Cadic. “[FONT="Impact"]Those are merely forms I adopted. You’ve been through much. And I salute you. But nobody goes forth on the waters without paying Cadic his due. All I ask of you is a promise—to answer my call if I need a job done in the world of men. One promise, and you’ll be wealthy beyond an admiral’s dreams and you’ll sleep well the rest of your days. Refuse, and you’ll never spend a copper of that haul in peace.[/FONT]” ”I don’t want it,” said Sebastian. “We never asked for the treasure.” “Do what he says, fool!” snapped Peg-Leg. “[FONT="Impact"]Turn your backs on me now,[/FONT]” boomed Cadic, “[FONT="Impact"]and bad luck will follow you so long as you keep that lucre. Ropes will snap on you, the wind will forever be on your face. Swords will slip out of your hands and there’ll be a set of claws waiting for you whenever you go through a door. And just try to spend that haul of yours and see where it gets you. The same cursed luck that befalls you will befall anyone who handles those coins. You’ll be chased out of every town you settle in, you’ll be hounded to places where they’ve no use for gold.[/FONT]” “I do so swear to answer your call,” said Beldin. “As do I,” said Vlad. Kham looked warily at the god, unafraid. “Keep your end of the deal and I’ll keep mine,” he said. Cadic stared at the dark-kin. “Fine,” said Sebastian. “But we were told we would stop Leviathan and he seems to be quite harmless. Why did you lead us here?” “[FONT="Impact"]Leviathan’s minions on the other side were a clever bunch. When they worked their wicked business in Freeport, it was like a punch to my guts. For a few moments I forgot myself, forgot my place in the order of things—my responsibilities. That’s how Leviathan’s cultists discovered old Carthy. And that’s what afflicts me now. They cut the rope that binds this body to Cadic in the heavens! I remember some things…how to wreck things and how to curse them. But putting things right…curing the treasure…that’s much tougher work, and that eludes me. If you can put me in my right mind, I’ll fix you up and set you windward.[/FONT]” “We used the Leviathan Spyglass to enter the fortress, the Bell to defeat the Boney Lonesomes, and the Pistol to retrieve the treasure,” said Vlad authoritatively. “It’s time to use the Leviathan Hook.” He fished the Hook out of a bag and placed it on the deck. “But to use it,” began Sebastian, “you’ll need to…” Vlad lay his left arm on the deck gestured to Beldin. “Let’s do this.” “Are you mad?” asked Sebastian. “You’re a warrior! Without your left hand you’ll be useless!” Cadic watched, silent. “I can always strap a shield to my arm.” Peg-Leg offered him hemp rope. “Have a little faith.” Vlad bit down on the rope and nodded at Beldin. Beldin lifted his axe over his head with both hands. “I’ll try to make it clean,” he said. The shadow of Windcutter cast a long pall over Vlad’s features… [/QUOTE]
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