Shards out of Bond
Gah, not going to get it done - this week has been busier than I expected. Sorry. Here's what I have.
Shards out of Bond
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"Got in something strange. Need your help. Bring Vi. -Gavin" The note was tiny, in a cramped, blocky hand. The clockwork messenger chirped quizzically at me as it perched on the windowsill, its birdlike metal head cocked the side as it awaited a response. I waved it away, and the tiny thing blinked its crystalline eyes, then spread brass wings and flew away into the morning fog. Work from Gavin was usually interesting - he was a curio dealer out by Knightsgate, a section of the city that saw a great deal of traffic from the caravans and skybarges. Usually a pain, too, come to think of it. Gavin didn't call me for easy stuff - he'd been in the Mechanist's Corps with me, during the war, and could handle himself well. Common thugs don't usually bother a dwarf who can lift a fifty-pound cannonball in each hand, and Gavin had done that for years.
I considered the message as I got ready - quick wash, trim of my goatee, change of clothes, weapons check. If he wanted Viona along, that meant magic. She was a friend of mine who helped me out when jobs got strange in a magic way, which I knew just enough about to know I didn't know anything useful. I'd have to hurry if I was going to catch her before classes started. I locked the door and turned on the wards as I left home, not sure how long this job would take and when I'd be back.
The streets of Sansimel were bustling with activity, even this early in the morning. I live in a tradesman's district, and shipments were arriving everywhere. The clatter of carts dominated the streets, some with horses and some chugging along powered by elemental boilers. I dodged between them, pulling my regimental cloak tight against the chill. I took all the back ways, hurrying as best I could - I'd never convince her to come with me if I didn't get to her before first bell. I wasn't worried about running down alleys and over fences. Most people around here knew me by sight, and those that didn't saw my blue-and-silver airman's cloak and the rapier and revolver at my side, and knew to find easier prey.
The dark stone bulk of St. Iriadne's Academy was just down the street now - I was going to make it. I slowed to a walk as I approached the hulking magical university, catching my breath so I didn't look like I just ran across a quarter of the city to see Vi. That wouldn't do at all. I nodded to a couple of students playing catch with a ball of wisplight as I went inside and up to her chambers, and knocked quietly.
"Vi? Are you there? It's Cole." I waited a moment for a response, heard someone moving around inside. I straightened up and smoothed my cloak before she saw me.
"Mr. Lyonson. I don't suppose there's any chance that you'll go away?" She opened the door, her expression somewhere between frustrated and amused. She was ready for teaching - a practical, ladylike dress, brown-and-green hair pulled back in a bun, with a few wisps of hair curling on her forehead. Her features were beautiful, no other word for it - high cheekbones, large, green eyes, and a slight point to her ears that revealed her part-elven ancestry.
I smiled politely and bowed. "No, ma'am. None at all. You'll have to call security." She gestured me in, and I stepped past her into her apartment. It was pretty sizable, and far too tidy for my tastes. Most of it was decorated in books - old tomes of magical theory and history covered most of the walls. Two cats stared at me inscrutably from atop bookshelves. One of them - Tyraniel - meowed at me, his disdain clear.
She smiled. "He likes you, you know. What's going on?"
"Gavin. He's got a job, and wanted you involved. I'm going over there to find out details. Interested?"
She considered for a moment. "Yes, I believe so. Lecturing on proper conjuration safety protocols sounded rather dull, and none of them ever listen until they catch fire the first time, no matter what I say. I'll send a message to my assistant." She wrote a quick note, and handed it to one of the cats, who loped off down the corridor.
"That was easier than I expected," I said as I offered her my arm. I figured I'd have to bribe her to get her to abandon her duties.
"That cloak makes your eyes sparkle in quite a handsome manner. It may have factored into my decision." I smiled to myself as we walked, arm in arm, to see Gavin. "And you will be paying me fifty percent."
*****
Gavin's shop is a large, rambling place - he'd added on a workshop and forge in back years ago, and taken over one of the neighboring shops and combined the buildings. A bell rang as we entered, and a grunt from across the shop suggested that Gavin was on his way. The place was full of all manner of objects, strewn haphazardly on shelves covered to bursting. Most of it was artistic - Taldori carved walking staves, carpets from the Venish Wastes, even a stuffed dragon's head. I knew some of it was enchanted, though - Gavin was one of Knightsgate's largest dealers in magical objects.
"Cole, my boy!" Gavin stumped around a cage full of clockwork messenger birds and grinned at me. He was thick-set even for a dwarf, his arms corded with muscle, his belly starting to go soft in his age. Streaks of grey shot through his dark beard. "C'mere!" He pulled me into a tight hug, lifting my feet clear of the ground for a moment. "Good to see you again. It's been too long." He gave Vi a brief smile and nod. "Let's talk privately."
We followed Gavin into a back room. It was a well-appointed meeting room, used mostly for high-gold deals with important clients. On the table were a pair of lumpy white stones, each a little bigger than a fist. "Got these in last night as part of a lot I bought from a tomb raider coming in from the Gulbarak Jungle. Not sure what to make of them, but they've got me worried. Think they might be bound souls, and I can't be caught dealing with that. Guard's already watching me close enough after those bloody hobbits used one of my bags of holding in that bank heist last month. They'd auction my shop and send me up the river for sure for this. Can you help me, boy?"
I looked at the stones, then over at Vi. "I think
we can help you, yes." Viona and Gavin didn't get along well - professional disagreement from years ago, something about a golem she'd bought from him going berserk at a faculty party. I tried to stay well out of it, but Gavin knew I worked with her when magic was involved, and he trusted me. Wasn't hard to understand why he was worried - dealing with soulbound objects was bad business. Binding elementals and spirits was one thing, but binding a sentient creature's soul was a horrible crime, against the laws of both men and the gods. Even dealing with the things would get you locked away for a long time. "You should be more careful, old man. What was so important that you bought the lot without examining everything?"
He coughed a bit, embarrassed. "Caught that, did you? Suppose that's fair. This was in there, and don't think the fool knew what he had." He unlocked a small cabinet, and handed me a large chunk of stone, crystals of various colors poking out of it. ((PICTURE #2))
I whistled, and I heard Viona gasp in surprise. I turned the thing over in my hands. "Is this... what I think it is?"
"A shard the size of your arm? Yeah, boy, that's just what it is. See why I didn't look too close at the rest of his stuff?"
Vi took the stone from me and peered closely at it. "I would estimate this is worth at least... twelve thousand gold crowns? It seems quite pure."
"That it is, young lady. That it is." Gavin took the shard carefully from her, locking it back up. "Fool took four hundred for that, the bound souls, and a pile of worthless Taldori burial decoration. And I think there's more where that came from. Somebody's been moving shards into the market from out Gulbarak way, and I think this might be a clue as to who. I'd like to get in on that. Good money to be made from raw materials." He peered at both of us, his weathered face grim. "I'd pay well, for information like that. Already got me a map from the idiot who sold me this lot. I can't be going off into the wilds by myself any more. You two in?"
I nodded immediately. "I'm in. I'll get ready." Gavin had helped me through a lot, back in the war. He'd been the mechanic for my skimmer, along with the rest of the unit's devices. He'd personally led a rescue mission to save me, after a pair of blight-drakes brought me down during a scouting mission.
I turned to go, and Gavin laughed. "Not so fast there, boy - the bound souls, remember? They talk, but I don't speak whatever language they do. Hoping one of you might understand 'em."
"Good point, old man. Let's take a look." I've had clients from all over, and been to a good chunk of the known world, and I speak several languages. Vi knew a half-dozen more than I did, at least, and her magic could translate anything she didn't already know.
Viona picked up one of the stones, and immediately a grey mouth formed on its side. It hissed, and spoke in a guttural language. I smiled a bit.
Gavin looked at us. "Anything?"
It said "Who dares disturb mighty Jokjok?" It's speaking Gulbari goblin.
Vi put the stone next to the other one. A mouth formed on the second stone, and it said "Jokjok? You there? It so dark. Where we now? Where go talky man?" The voice was higher, less inclined to shouting, and clearly female.
"Talky man gone, Zekki! Someone here to put me into MIGHTY GOLEM BODY! Jokjok be bigger and stronger and smashy! Jokjok not like being rock, but soon be HUGEST AND BESTEST!" The mouth on the other stone visibly cowered as Jokjok shouted. ((PICTURE #3)) "That right, strange person? Jokjok go from goblin to rock to GOLEM?"
Vi looked at me. I shrugged. "Er. No, we're not here to turn you into a golem. We're here to turn you back into goblins," she said. After a moment's consideration, she continued. "And I would never build a golem with a goblin soul inside. It would be far too risky. Elementals are far more tr-"
"Risky that I be BESTEST GOLEM EVER and make all others look bad?"
"Jokjok, shut up! I not want to be a rock or a golem! Nice lady want to make us goblin again! We sorry we stole shiny rock!"
Vi made a soothing noise. "Be calm, I'll take you back to the university and we should be able to get you back to normal by tomorrow. All will be well." She turned to Gavin and me, and switched back to tradetongue. "Cole, you get all of that?" I nodded. "Good. Fill Gavin in and get ready. They should be back in goblin form by the morning. We depart then?"
She scooped up the two stones and swept out of the room, looking grim. Gavin shot me a look. "She gonna have any problems walking around with those things?"
I shook my head. "She's senior enough at the university that she can handle it. They'll help her out. Bound souls are a bit of a touchy subject for her, I think. She'll figure it out." I put an arm around Gavin's shoulder. "Come on, old man. You get to come make sure my skimmer still works."
*****
It did, and the five of us set out the next morning. Zekki and Jokjok were back in their old shapes - thin, floppy-eared goblins about three feet tall. They seemed overwhelmed by the city - it was huge and loud and far from their jungle home. Jokjok was fearless as we boarded my skimmer, asking constant questions about how it worked and such. I showed him the elemental boiler that generated power and lift, the propellers that let it move, everything. He was a pretty quick learner, and it had been a while since I had a chance to show the old girl off. I'd bought her from the military after the war, when they were decommissioning everything and tearing it all apart for parts for the reconstruction effort. I'd made a good offer for it, from my grandfather's nest egg - it didn't seem right to let them tear apart the machine that had saved my life so many times and turn her into a field hand.
Everyone was ready for anything - the Gulbarak Jungle was a wild place. I had put on my grandfather's old armor under my cloak, mithril chain so fine it just felt like a thick shirt. The enchantments on it were enough to protect me from most weapons, even gunfire. My trusty blade and revolver were in the skimmer, too. Vi was wearing her traveling robes, dark green and tight against her curvy body. Gavin lugged a bag full of weapons and ammunition, his favorite scoped rifle slung over a shoulder. He clanked as he walked, decked out in a corpsman's metal-and-leather uniform again, let out here and there to allow for the ravages of age. Even Zekki and Jokjok clutched short blades I recognized from Gavin's shop.
We flew south like that for several days, stopping for breaks here and there to let the elemental spirit rest. The skimmer was a tight fit, and didn't offer a lot of protection from the wind - it had been designed as a scout craft, and everyone but me spent most of the trip clutching at wing supports. They were all very relieved when the dark shape of the Gulbarak Jungle appeared on the horizon. We sped over the treetops for a few hours before Jokjok clutched at my arm.
"Nice lady say land there! We close!" She pointed toward a small clearing, probably big enough for a safe landing. I nodded.
*****
It wasn't my best landing, but we all got out of the skimmer without much trouble. After walking around slowly for a few minutes to get used to the ground again, Zekki got us oriented.
"Tribe that way maybe two hours walk. That where bad dead-man live who turn us into rocks. We stole shiny shard from him - he make tribe dig for shiny shards and then sell to bad men who come down river. Me and Jokjok hiding in cave when dead-man curse turn us into rocks. Talky man find us in cave before dead-man find us. Dead-man have big dead guards in armor."
Vi looked at me. "From the description, this dead man could be one of the lost lich-lords from the war. They never did find all of them. I had heard rumors about some of them running to Gulbarak after the army shattered their fortresses. Could be bad."
Gavin snorted. "Haven't killed any undead in years. Bring 'em on, I say. What you say, boy? Remember how it's done?"
I grimaced. "Still have the scars."
We made our way through the jungle as quietly as we could. I went ahead with Zekki - she was quieter than Jokjok by far, and seemed to know woodcraft better. Jokjok came and went, passing messages back and forth to Vi and Gavin. I didn't want Gavin anywhere near me when I was trying to be quiet, and he was miserable enough in the hot jungle in the jungle that Jokjok started referring to him as "angry fur man". I'd have to remember that.
Eventually, we came to a clearing dominated by several conical stone constructions. Here and there, windows dotted the structures, and a wooden bridge connected the two largest. Zekki pointed to one from our wet, fern-covered hiding spot at the edge of the clearing. ((PICTURE #1) "Dead man at top of that one. He in big room full of money he took from our tribe." As we watched, several goblins skittered across the bridge and into the stone edifice, followed by a large figure, four-armed and taller than a man, covered in dark metal and carrying a quartet of axes. I sighed. A Venkatha dreadguard. No doubt about it, there was a lich in there. I hadn't seen one of those things since the worst days of the war.
Zekki tugged at my arm. "Uh. Nice Cole man? Where Jokjok going?" Zekki pointed, and I sighed in frustration as I watched the tiny figure of Jokjok move obviously from clump of grass to bush across the clearing. If I knew him at all, he was humming as he went.
"To get himself killed, it looks like." Jokjok had the subtlety of a dwarven cannon brigade. "Go with him, try and keep him safe. We'll find a way in." Zekki nodded and started across the clearing, doing a much better job of being inconspicuous than her mate.
*****
We'd managed to put together some kind of a plan, huddled among the cloying vegetation of the jungle. Vi had brought along a couple of scrolls she thought might be helpful, and Gavin thought he could take out one of the dreadguards quietly. We waited there, on the edge of the jungle, for the next chance. It looked like the goblins came back every couple of hours, escorted by one of three dreadguards. One of the dreadguards was always at the mine about a half mile away; the other two stayed at the camp and guarded the lich, occasionally taking a patrol of the camp area. We'd have to hit fast and quiet - we couldn't deal with three of those things and a lich, all at the same time. We were pretty good, but not that good.
As the patrolling dreadguard stepped out, we got ready to strike. Gavin did something to his rifle, and suddenly sound all around us ceased - the incessant hum of birds and bugs throughout the jungle cut out. The dwarf took careful aim at the dreadguard's armored head, and the muzzle flashed silently. The thing's helm splintered, shattered by a silent bullet, and the thing dropped lifelessly to the ground with a crackle of black energy as sound returned around us.
"Move!" I hissed.
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