Laurel
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Chapter 3- “The Fall of the City of Forsaken Elves”
Day Fourteen- Oceanus
Tired and ragged at last we get the call from the nest that Oceanus is in site. Looking to port, I see only blackness, a sheer wall of blackness that as the light shines becomes barren yellow high cliffs. Hundreds of feet up a faint line of trees and plants can be seen. Some have even tried to grow on the sheer cliff face. Large boulders rest against the base, spelling death for any who wonder too close.
I had heard stories of Oceanus, once great in it’s architecture and riches it still stands many generations later. Though now it stands more as a haven for high alder, then for anything else. I wonder what they are like… To be ruled by that shame, yet in a city of their own are they as Xath’s Alder in Sylvanus? But even in Oceanus they are ruled by a True Alder… Lord Greyclaw, a duke I believe Xath mentioned. The Greyclaws were given the city by my ancestor Link Woodshadow, along with the double-edged sword Greyclaw for which only they can wield.
Then I finally see past the next cliff, and to a city truly unto it’s own. Great scaffolding rises from deep in the waters to well above the cliff top. A ship pulls into a narrow space as high alder plummet. They seem only as specs a black thin line of rope in hand. Their sleek bodies slide easily between the wooden pier and the great hulls sliding easily into the water. With hand signals and shouts a great metal disc is turned high above, slowly the masts stop swaying the barnacle encrusted hull is lifted a few feet into the air. Hundreds of ships sit in various stages along the cliff, some being overhauled, some painted, some simply sit, others just arriving, and still others just leaving. In the harbor itself a fleet of vessels wait. It looks much as Thainesport did once to my eyes, but as Anon rises so does the realization that at least this time I take the first step with more then I left with.
This is a city of stone and walls no place for my new friends, and hoping they will reach the trees not far off I raise my still weak arm and tell the eagles to go. They lift off slowly circling the center mast taking one last peck at Archonus’ rarely seen falcon. Finally I see them shoot for the treeline, a simple “Good-bye.”
I race below almost giddy with the rush of the new sites. I don the elvish chain letting it mould to my blocky figure, noticing slight changes the recent adventures have done. Spying a mirror on the desk, I pick it up… yes changes… The magic that helped heal the wound on my arm it seems has healed other wounds. The change of diet, but the same activity has also to alter my form. For the first time in the past few days I feel happiness intrude on the darker thoughts. Yes, giddy…
Everyone clusters on deck as with Anon raising in the horizon we enter one of the openings and are slowly hoisted up. A few High Elves stand about on deck making sure everything is going smoothly. No one seems to engage them in conversation staying away.
A bald man stands paces away from me, his clinging clothes drip salt water into a small pool on the deck. I approach him quietly, and seeing him make no move simply staring at the thin lines holding us. Asking in our tongue, I try to find out why a statue of the Amastatia is coming into view. His long pointed ears twitch and large pale brown eyes swivel towards me, surprise flashing across his white skin. Surprise by someone talking to him, someone talking to him in Sylvan, or just surprised by me I know not. Once over his surprise he responds that the statute is of the Amastatia and it’s thought that she watches over all entering the city from her perch on the docks. Though he quickly turns his gaze from me, his ease with the answer lends me to ask him some more about his city as it slowly comes into view with each halting pull. A larger statute in the center of town is the replication of the first Greyclaw in all his glory or so it is said. They got their name from the great gray iron throne that sits in the palace. I also find out that Xath was right, Lord Varis Greyclaw, Duke of Oceanus does sit upon the throne currently.
As the gears grind to a halt the ship shudders one last time then remains motionless in her new perch. As we are motioned below decks, Xath changes into the Captain of this vessel, the one we put ashore just two days ago. She is going to go to the Naval Talon Headquarters and check-in. Hopefully also sounding the alarm about the dragon ship that was fast approaching. The rest of us stay on board, waiting and trying to help McShippy fix what will soon be his new vessel. As the work orders are laid, we find that tomorrow morning is the earliest we can leave. If the alarm can be sounded before then, they can evacuate and bring the full force of this city to bear on the ship. They should have no problem destroying the single ship from the water.
And so the next few hours go, with only the sites from the wooden deck to entertain us. As we wait, I hear a small cry from above and look up to see the pair of eagles have returned. Another shape darts around them; it seems they picked up a friend on the way. I greet them quickly, learning the new one is much younger. With nothing better to do, but be bored by the lack of action I take them to the bow of the ship.
Three hours later Xath storms back aboard, the scowl on the human males face showing her displeasure. She tells us she can only hold this- motioning to her disguise- for a little bit longer, but we have to get to the Duke. He is the only one that can sound the alarm. Still mumbling angrily to herself, she gathers a small pack. Justice and I grab our stuff and trail after her, Arhconus’ long bow slung to my back. At the gangplank, Justice throws the bag of coins at Archonus, but Farathier’s nimble fingers easily reaches out and plucks the small bag from the air. Feeling still oddly playful I say over my shoulder, “Get the supplies we need, and something nice for us!” Justice looks over at me with a fleeting surprised look. I lift my arm letting one of the eagles land, telling the two older ones to stay with the boys, and keep them out of trouble.
The guards at the front door bar our entrance, but Xath’s Naval uniform and human appearance and quick words get us to see the high chancellor of the Duke. Justice using her womanly ways and figure quickly get us inside, but only to wait some more. There we sit and pace unsure what the next step actually is or when it may come. Justice has ideas of what to say, but Xath keeps subtly reminding her that she as the naval officer must speak first. If she fails then Justice can petition him.
The stately man in flowing robes re-enters the room gliding over to Justice and bowing deeply. He says how sorry he is that the Duke will need more time, but hints that there are other places more comfortable to spend the time if she, Justice, wishes. She brushes him off, but he only smiles wistfully and backs out of the room. Xath strangely still sounding and looking like the male captain scowls at Justice. Before long the door re-opens and this time we find a younger man with sandy colored hair, twinkling amber eyes, and well dressed in a bright velvet purple doublet. He speaks to the room, but looks at me, “Can I get you anything while you wait?” Having not found anything to occupy my mind, I ask for a book about Oceanus. Can’t hurt to find out more while I am here.
He bows gracefully, and as the chancellor did he slowly exits backwards. He returns twice more once to deliver the book, and once to ask me if I was enjoying the book. I finally caught on that he was asking not about the book, but about the note he placed inside the binding. “Your beauty is far different than any I have seen… rare in the powdered courtiers who seek the Duke. Call for me, and let us tryst while you await the Duke’s desire. Yours, S. Pythan” it read. I look at the others, knowing my cheeks are aflame. I nod in agreement that I would go with him. Knowing Justice will stay will Xath. This may give me a chance to tell someone else or possibly another way to get to the Duke.
As we walk down the hall I feel slightly lightheaded, but it has been a strange few days… strange few weeks… he’s asking me something. Through a cloud I struggle to discern his words. Oh my trip, I can tell him about that. My journey here, there is no problem with telling him that since he’s my friend. He just wants what’s best for everyone, so why not tell him of the impending doom. No danger from the evil ship…Yes, that’s right there is do danger from the evil ship, why would he lie, he is as close as those two standing in the other room. We got close to that horrid ship and it didn’t attack us, it just looked evil. Looks can be deceiving… it could have just been to scare people. Yes, that’s all. The Duke is really the one in trouble, he has been acting strange lately… oh, yes the duke is trouble. I should make sure he doesn’t learn about what’s been happening. Pythan will make sure he knows when only the right ears are listening.
As the cloud lifts I find myself back in the room that I had left, but… it’s empty. I spin around watching helplessly as the purple clothed page retreats a warm smile on his parted lips, “Your friends will be back soon.” I go to the doorway and turn the handle slowly. Finding it unlocked, I walk a few feet down the hallway. Trapped in a maze of walls, I rub the feathers of the eagle on my arm. I have to wait for the others, so unsure I return to one of the overstuffed chairs and continue to read my book.
In the midst of Chapter Three: Roads, the Pavement of a City, the door swings open to reveal the page again, he is breathing quickly and looking over his shoulder. The book drops to the floor as I quickly stand bracing myself automatically for a fight. Instead he urgently tells me that my friend has been betrayed. She is being followed by an agent of the Bluestar, a dark elf who hunts her. I look quickly around him, he tells me my friend doesn’t know of the others deceit but that he must die.
I hear wood splintering down the hall and moments later see Xath race through the doorway. Just paces behind her a True Alder follows. I yell at her to move, releasing an arrow over her now normally shortened form. Xath tries to grab the bow, but I easily weave the longbow out of her pudgy fingers grasp, getting off another shot. I know she is confused, but she has to trust me. It’s for her own good. Pythan told me the truth and he wouldn’t lie to me. The black almost ebony eyes pierce me as over his initial shock the True Alder slings a large ornate double edged sword and moves towards me. He wields it menacingly close to my face. As with Xath futile attempts, I manage to stay just out of range, as two opposing doors burst open. One to my Pythan and other to the place guards. The guards race towards me, curved blades waving. They don’t know either, poor soldiers, just following orders. I must warn Xath of the betrayal, “Die agent of the Bluestar!” Hoping to release some of the pent-up anger I feel. Pythan is helping me, as he attacks one of the palace guards, killing him quickly. Xath attacks him as he attacks her- No! I move a pace back, almost between Paython and Xath. I try for another step but am thrown forward as a guard comes from behind.
Xath deals with Pythan and one of the guards more slowly, as a familiar pale graceful arm grabs the dark elf around the torso. He lets the arm take him and is whipped around the corner out of sight. I turn knowing there is still some fight continuing, and hear a soft thud behind me. Pythan lays on the hard marble floor with Xath crumpling not far to his side. My vision wavers and stomach rolls as a veil of mist lifting disorients me. I see Justice run in casting me glances of promised retribution later. What had I…. She kneels at Xath’s side laying her hands on the dark round arm and still chest. Speaking the words of healing she had been taught through the academy. As Xath sputters to life, I look in horror at my bow… She could have died, I could have killed…. the true alder in question chose that moment to pokes his head around the door frame. Voice dripping with sarcasm he looks warily at me, “Next time you introduce me to your friends can they not try to kill me.” I hang my head, I can only ask bewildered, “I am truly sorry. But who are you?”
Xath still weak grumbles angrily from behind me, “He is the Duke of Oceanus. The one we came to see.” I look over to tell them what may have happened, but at Justice’s heated black glance I drop my eyes again staying in my seated position. She goes and bows elaborately to the Duke, “I am Justice Fairweather.” He nods, asking what he or us are supposed to do now. Xath walks to my side, offering she hand, “You will need this yet, friend.” I look across at her now familiar true form, knowing she at least knows there was some magic at work.
Trying to find the safest area we go into the throne room, seeing guard nor servant on the way. As Justice tells him of Pythan’s deceit as well, he shakes his head saying, “It seems I have been betrayed for many years from within.” Justice stands in front of the Duke telling him of what we must do, while he shoots most the options down. He has not the support nor means all of a sudden to do much of anything. “We must find the others,” I say. Xath and his lord nod in agreement.
I tie a note to the leg of the eagle on my shoulder- “Take this to the others.” His small wings struggle, but once in the open the currents he will quickly find them. We continue to talk about what has happened, what we know, and what to do. Glancing up through the high windows, we see Anon just reaching it’s peak. With a loud commotion the boys race in weapons draw. Now having more heads to think things through we start to truly plan.
After we three relay our story, Arfin quickly starts, “We ne’ te get word te the leaders o’ the city.” Justice, “I agree, but with all haste and we have no pull here.” The Duke then chimes in, “I can sign letters with my seal to give them weight, and you can go as my messengers.” He holds out some arm bands. The same ones the guard and servants wear, a white strip of cloth with a gray talon foot sewn on. I put one onto my arm as does Archonus, Arfin, Xath, Kareth, and Farathier.
The duke again addresses us, “Here are the letters you need there are five spots you must take them with all haste.” Farathier shouts that he will go to the Talon Barracks, while Xath grabs one yelling over her shoulder, “I will go to the Redmage tower.” Arfin takes one making no move to leave, while the Duke holds two of his own. He calls a small group of his guards in, and tells us he will meet us back here in the throne room. He is going to the Amastacian and Apectin temples.
I kneel in front of the Duke, “I would not leave you alone, not at this time. You are needed, and we have seen that we can not trust most about.” He tells me he will take guards with him, as soon as he rounds enough together. “I tried to kill you and almost succeeded, you are too valuable right now. We know they want you dead now. Let my bow work for you this time, please.” His face dour, as Justice urges me, “We must stick together. He has his guards and he trust them.” Without glancing at her I answer them, “Xath and Farathier have both gone their own way, please. Let me try-“ Justice interrupts again saying, “Though they ran off, it’s not what I would have allowed if given half a chance.” I concentrate on the Duke as it is for him to decide anyways, as I try once more to plead my case. Again I am cut off by Justice this time though Archonus lends his voice to her cause. The last straw, I can not fight hi... I push away from the stairs making a stiff bow, “Then let’s go.” I can only trust the Light to watch the duke now. The others rush past me dividing already on their missions, only Justice, Kareth, Arfin, Archonus and I are to remain together.
As I reach the door, Archonus hands me a masterfully carved bow. I weakly smile my thanks; my thought still consumed by the Duke I must leave inside. Reaching behind me he takes Long Arm, his longbow, back. It has been too long in my possession. Without word he had given it to me when he told me of the bow they could not find at the Dwarven Stronghold in Thainesport. The new bow was shorter, but Long Arm had just started to seem an extension of my arm… but this new one has a power and grace that I think will suit me more. Glancing back once more toward the throne room, I turn to follow them.
Outside we are herded along with the pushing crowd, oblivious to anything outside their daily routine. Hands raised Justice calls out, “Stop! Thief!” I see the very top of Justice blonde head and Kareth’s shoulders up running into a dark alley. I try to move towards them, but I am impeded by the still flowing carts and milling people.
I am the last to reach the alley it’s strange stillness compared to the bustle just feet away. I see an arrow fletch in the ground near a small boy, and one burrowed deep in Justice’s armored side. Kareth lies not far from the small child his arm reaching out as if to grab him. I race forward to the small huddled child and Kareth’s unprotected form. I hear a snap of a beloved sound, a bow string, and feel a warmth covering my back. Everything seems to be turning black… In the fading light I see Justice reaching the top the building to my left, Archonus and Arfin right behind her on the rope. As the light fades I see arrows rapidly going straight for Justice’s chest… but they disappear? Arfin is rushing by Archonus, why isn’t he fight-
I am startled to open my eyes to a large green figure huddled over me. I quickly move to the side, but hold my head as memory and pain shoot through my body and mind. I look up to see Kareth standing there with a hurt expression and holding a healing potion. I give him a weak smile and a muttered apology, as Justice, Arfin, and Archonus, all shimmy down the side of a building.
Justice clutches the dead woman’s body tears running down her cheeks, saying she must get her sister to the temple. Her sister? What is this… a sister of blood she never told us of, another secret? What?! Though Arfin is eyeing the weapons with a hunger in his eyes. I can not believe with the dangers that surround us, getting closer by the minute, they would fight and grieve over one body. With that shuttering thought I picture Michael laying dead in my arms, Link so close to death… she has a right to grieve, but hundreds may be at risk the ship is still coming for we know not what.
As I realize I have spoken aloud, Archonus turns to me slowly and says simply, “I have taken care of the ship, as I dealt with… the other things.” Then he turns back to the group at large plucking arrow shafts from his legs and one from his side. He was behind the others why would she have singled him out… how did he get hit the most, just noticing Justice remains only with one wound in her side, while even Arfin carries multiple gashes….. Kareth holds out the small vials of potion to everyone letting them drink the healing draught. He has to almost force Justice to drink hers, but eventually she does.
Kareth looks at us motioning, “Man get help, cleric come.” Sure enough a woman in a blue cape appears with a hobbling man next to her. They look around and exclaim, “What is going on!” Justice falls at the woman’s feet tears running down her face. She cries out that she must go to the temple with her dead friend immediately. Friend? Archonus moves between the two, as Arfin edges closer. I look at Arhconus, “The Duke… I must find the Duke. He is still handing out the warnings!” I cry, “I know you would stay with them, protect them. Let her say good-bye, as I was not allowed. But if you are going to the Apectin temple, then I must go to the Amastatian temple.”
As I head to the entrance Kareth steps to my side, I glance at him and nod my thanks. I figure and hope that the others will see the bigger picture and get moving soon. A horse is drawn to the entrance as Kareth and I reach it. We look up to find a disheveled Farathier. He also is carrying a dead body, a twin it seems of the one Justice holds. I can only go by the armor though since her head seems to have been left elsewhere. As he jumps down he throws the body down as well. “Where did you find her?” Justice nearly screams in hysterics as she rushes to the figure. She lays both bodies together, moving so she can hold both as best as possible. “In an ally… the head was attached, but it was marked by a bluestar. I thought to bring it, but it turned to ash as soon as my fingers touched it. I figured I would bring the body, and see if it meant anything.”
Justice struggles to get both bodies into her arms, and almost falling staggers to her knees. The cleric quickly rushes over to take one her burdens, and she ends up having to forcefully take the headless body when Justice pulls both away. They start their journey to the temple, Arfin and Archonus follow at a slower pace. There is nothing more I can do for them…
I turn to Farathier, “Have you seen Xath at all?” He frowns for a moment glancing into the street back the few short blocks to the palace doors, “No, but you guys definitely did not make it far.” Used to his sarcasm by this point, my gut clenches telling me to find the duke and fast, “I do not have time to explain, but watch for the duke or the duke’s men. Archonus…he did something- and the boat, the one we were to warn everyone about is now gone he says. I have to find the Duke. We will meet as arranged at the Duke’s throne room.” He briefly smiles cryptically at Kareth over my head, uttering “Fine then.” And so we part again, Farathier to find Xath, while Kareth and I go to the Amastatian temple.
As Kareth and I run, I ignore anything but the goal of finding the Duke as quickly as possible. At one point I have to grab Kareth’s arm and drag him along as some piece of shiny metal catches his eye. We soon arrive at the temple, and I skid to a halt inside the great stone walls realizing belatedly that I am just attracting attention to us. I look to the first priestess I can find, “Have you happened to see the Duke?” My breath is coming in short breaths after struggling to keep up with Kareth’s long easy gallop. The priestess answers our question with a slight smile touching her light brown eyes, “We have not seen the Duke in a while as he can receive our attentions… privately.” Kareth jumps in, “We find him. Any here now him?” Each breath is a breath wasted, each thought that is hidden could lead to answers, I look and try to take some of his patience as the woman slowly says, “If I see him I will tell him you are looking for him, but I have been here for the past hour and I have not seen him.”
The feeling in my stomach is worsening… time is running out. As we go back toward the door she calls out again, “Are you by chance Kareth.” Kareth stops, turns and with a simple smile nods yes. She says, “I have a message for you then, please follow me.” I tug on Kareth’s arm, “Hurry we must leave and can not be delayed.” Looking to the white robed woman, “I am sorry. Really we have to find the Duke immediately.” We start to walk wuickly toward the door again. Downt he long ailse way we spy two guards moving behind the columns. Her quick call for guards puts those two in our way. As if on queue we both pick up speed and charge. The guards stand for a few seconds then jump clear as we shoulder our way past. The one Kareth hit goes down hard, while the one on my side merely grunts reaching as we fly past. We make it out into the streets, and luckily with the still heavy traffic are easily lost to those chasing us. It is apparent they are trying to trap us, but who. It seems the lies of Oceanus run much further then the Duke’s palace.
As we weave our way back to the Palace, I catch my eye on a beggar with some silver shining from his clothing. I stop and point him out to Kareth. Kareth looks at me unhappily, “I saw first.” I realized instantly he mean that he saw this before, when I tugged him onward. Unabashedly I use Kareth’s build as a shield slowly cutting across the lanes of people. I look around seeing if we are still followed, and let Kareth lean over and poke the shabbily looking man. The simple burlap cloth falls to the side revealing one of the Duke’s guardsmen. My heart stops, and I know that instinct was right… ill has befall him now. I quickly pick up the body as voices ring out, “Stop them!” I rush ahead as Kareth searchs around casting his great shadow over me and the cargo. Hearing the shouts getting closer I flee further down the ally, hoping the light will guide us. Kareth easily lumbers ahead, stopping a few yards in to poke at a pile of refuse.
His sharp eyes once more spotted the spark of metal. Underneath we find another guards body, all killed, all murdered. Picking through the bodies none resemble the Duke’s clothing nor form. I gently lay the first body down, and as I hang my head I hear a whistle from above. Across from us high atop the building stands a figure. A light blue cloak whips in the wind showing hints of airy blue cloth beneath. The figure’s eyes are hidden in blackness, and the rest of the face hides behind a light piece of fabric again in the same blue coloring. A long delicate finger slowly motions to the right, then turns and cape flying races along the roof tops jumping from corner to corner with such ease.
I am up in a flash following it, my friend outpacing me. Soon I loose sight of the figure, but concentrate on the broad green back ahead. Racing full speed I crash into that very back around one corner. Stumbling backward I catch myself walking slowly around him.
I see blood… red drops raining on the walls and ground. It’s the remainder of the Duke’s guards… Viper! The chancellor who took Justice aside in the palace, but she said she killed him. She saw him die, she swore it!
Kareth moves to each guard waving his hand in front of their faces trying to get them to wake up. I walk to Viper’s corpse. His is different from the rest, his death was for him alone for it seems he has been severely burned through his entire body, and a blue star the only strange mark apparent on his face. As I lean closer, gently reaching out to trace the blue mark, the face crumbles to gray ash. This must be the same deed as what Farathier spoke of- “L’Aurel,” I look over to Kareth kneeling by one figure. He points down a look of hope on his face, “Alive!” As I take the first few steps I spot a little bit of red cape. Only the Duke was wearing one. I practically jump the last few feet flying down to check his pulse. He has a nasty gash across his throat, blood around his head… so much blood and no pulse. I slowly shake my head to Kareth as I pull the cape around the Duke’s body and stand up attempting to cradle him in my arms. I failed. I notice Kareth looking up and following his bald green head spy again the silent blue figure.
The figure has waited unmoving and silent on the rooftop, though I can not see it I can feel the unerring gaze as it looks down at us. I see a glint, but can do no more then futilely step in front of Kareth before a large broad sword raises, flashing in the light. The flat of the blade comes to rest gently at the figures bowed forehead, and then with a quick swipe the blade is brought around resting once more at his side. With that the figure moves rapidly away. I look to Kareth hoping he could give advise, the figure should not have- but the Duke- I straighten the muscles along my back drawing myself up to the half-orcs nose level, “We must get him to the Apectin temple and find the others.” He reaches out and takes the dukes body from me, cradling it carefully. Though slow at times no one can deny Kareth’s heart. As we reach the brick corner it hits me as odd that no where to be seen is his double bladed sword. The old ancient sword of his house, another loss I could have changed. Now to find the others…
Upon reaching the Apectin temple, I burst in, “Please you must help us.” The cleric female from in the ally still wearing specs of blood on her tunic comes forth and shortly on her heals is a healthier more rested looking Arfin and Archonus. As Arhconus stands off to the side, Arfin helps Kareth set the body down. My voice shakes as I tell the cleric who’s body we have brought. For now though, that is all we can say. As she crouches beside Arfin and across from Kareth. I go over to Arhconus keeping my eyes on my friends, “We went to the Amastian temple. They knew our names, or at least Kareth’s name. But we got out with little difficulty. We found… We spied a dead guard on the street hidden in plain sight. I almost didn’t see it, I didn’t the first time… and… we were-” My eyes shift to see Archonus’s masked face, “We were lead to the dukes body by a figure in blue… it knew where exactly to lead us. Once we had his body it did nothing. Just watched us, then silently put it’s sword to its forehead as if in salute.. and then left.” Archonus’s eyes changed in that instant and for the first time a peaceful joy radiated there when I mentioned the figure in light blue garments. I asked if he knew the stranger, but he shook his head already pulling away and behind his mask.
Archonus, Arfin and Kareth decide we must leave the duke, Arfin assuring me, “They will take care of him as he would wish it.” A baggy eyed Justice stumbles into the main room. Archonus asks her quietly, “Are you ready to go?” She looks back inside the temple tears forming again in her eyes, she croaks out, “Yes.” We move as quickly as we can trying to make sure we are not followed and we are not noticed.
Luckily we spy the boat safely where it should be. We run up the gangplank and ask for the captain- er, the second in command. Arfin forgot in that first moment Xath was pretending to be the captain which meant McShippy is only the second. We are told he is down in the captains quarters, the crew watching us carefully. As we head down we hear heated voices inside, and after a short pause it is opened to McShippy, Xath and Farathier.
Finally we are together again. Xath is still in a flurry, with McShippy upset over his boat and gold, while Farathier gets more tense with each word spoken. I nudge Archonus, “Tell them about the boat.” Never one for speeches he sets out in fewer words then he did for me that he took care of the ship, that is was no more. I look to Justice normally the one bulling people into action and ideas, but she simply sits slumped against the wall eyes clouded over. Farathier glares around the circle urgently saying we still have to leave, we still have to make it to the monastery in the South. Stepping up and speaking up more and more these days I recount, “I was one the one who made the agreement with Link he would wait on us. Please we must go back and get the Duke’s body. It was not his time, I know it was not!” I look around hoping this time they will listen, this time they will understand what I can’t explain. Xath slowly nods her head in agreement voicing her own reasons for us to stay and to get him back. Though the others seem neutral. I move towards the door, telling them to get the ship ready. It shouldn’t take me long. Archonus steps into my path, telling me he will not let me go alone. I bite my tongue knowing now is not the time to prove anything. Getting the Duke is the primary concern, finally seeing they will let me go as my gut says to.
I grab the reigns to Farathier’s horse quickly adjusting the saddle and bridal. Farathier holds the horses head and I can only promise him I will look after the horse as best I can. I leap up into the saddle holding my hand down to Archonus. As he swings up we take a precious moment to glance again at our friends, just in case. Xath back to her cheery squatty self, Arfin clear eyed and without drink for several days, Kareth a hopeful look in his eyes, Farathier a plea to keep his horse safe in his eyes, and Justice… Justice stands with a pain I don’t understand, and with how open she has been I may never… just another separation.
I nudge my heels into the horses side, causing him to bound forward and down the gangplank. I feel Arhconus behind me trying to grab purchase. I can’t help but smile even at a time like this. I must look to even the smallest of things in these strange times.
The alarm bells on the far right tower begins to toll, I tug the horse into a tight turn as the other towers one by one take up the cry. I can’t believe what I am seeing! I jump from the horse almost kicking Archonus as he slides down it’s side. Anon’s light flashes one last time then fades below the horizon, as dark shapes float closer to the docks. The ground itself shakes as a horrendous boom sounds to our left. Timbers splinter, boats crash into poles, and boat workers fall hundred of feet into a now ice encased port. A dark line of ships mass on the horizon coming ever closer. All seem smaller versions of the large ship we tried to warn the city of. As the ships get closer a deep resounding horn blast is heard from one of the ships. A sense of absolute horror and terror penetrates our minds, as I grasp the horse’s mane. I see workers and soldiers who where just standing in horror fall to the ground, some huddling feebly others emptying their stomachs where they sit.
A few figures pop up from the wall in front of us. They seem humanoid, but with blood and purple tentacles coming from their bellies. A few soldiers run forward shaking as they lift steeldrakes to the creatures. The creatures shutter once as the lead balls enter, but continue in the progress. As they grasp and hold the guards to their side, I slip the bow from the horses saddle, knocking two arrows. They drop their first kills ashen gray where once brilliant pale skin shone and move without thought or motivation to their next victim.
I slowly draw and fire at the closest one, seeing the arrows bury themselves deep. Justice stands on the deck yelling something about the light and the Apecto, I watch as thankfully the rest pour off the boat to stand before me. This is how we fight best as one team.
A bright flash of light blinds us for a few moments, as we open our eyes to Justice kneeling at our right sword driven into the ground. Finally! Something pulled her out of her state! I think as all the hideous creatures in the area quickly leave off their attack and run as fast as they can away. We even watch as some jump over the side of the cliff, and with that it seems just another new power Justice has found. At least she chose to use it to aid us…
Arfin yells at us as he runs up, “That will not keep them for long.” Looking to Arhconus, “so ye know the power I have. Should I use it to banish these evil things?” Archonus drops his head, “It may be the only way.” Arfin looking at us, "Shall I make speak then, friends?" Farathier quickly agrees. Xath looks to me worriedly, and I can only grimace back. Justice, still not herself silently almost in a whisper tells us she thinks it is a bad idea, but she will not stop us. Not knowing full what they are speaking of, but knowing what it may have already had the power to do the rest hesitate. Arfin looks at us and urgency empowering his words as he demands, “I ne’ ta know now. What say ye?” As each of us slowly nods in agreement, Justice simply says, “I abstain. I will not vote either way.” Shaking his head, “Well, then.” The red whiskers part to show his mouth as he begins to speak.
Day Fourteen- Oceanus
Tired and ragged at last we get the call from the nest that Oceanus is in site. Looking to port, I see only blackness, a sheer wall of blackness that as the light shines becomes barren yellow high cliffs. Hundreds of feet up a faint line of trees and plants can be seen. Some have even tried to grow on the sheer cliff face. Large boulders rest against the base, spelling death for any who wonder too close.
I had heard stories of Oceanus, once great in it’s architecture and riches it still stands many generations later. Though now it stands more as a haven for high alder, then for anything else. I wonder what they are like… To be ruled by that shame, yet in a city of their own are they as Xath’s Alder in Sylvanus? But even in Oceanus they are ruled by a True Alder… Lord Greyclaw, a duke I believe Xath mentioned. The Greyclaws were given the city by my ancestor Link Woodshadow, along with the double-edged sword Greyclaw for which only they can wield.
Then I finally see past the next cliff, and to a city truly unto it’s own. Great scaffolding rises from deep in the waters to well above the cliff top. A ship pulls into a narrow space as high alder plummet. They seem only as specs a black thin line of rope in hand. Their sleek bodies slide easily between the wooden pier and the great hulls sliding easily into the water. With hand signals and shouts a great metal disc is turned high above, slowly the masts stop swaying the barnacle encrusted hull is lifted a few feet into the air. Hundreds of ships sit in various stages along the cliff, some being overhauled, some painted, some simply sit, others just arriving, and still others just leaving. In the harbor itself a fleet of vessels wait. It looks much as Thainesport did once to my eyes, but as Anon rises so does the realization that at least this time I take the first step with more then I left with.
This is a city of stone and walls no place for my new friends, and hoping they will reach the trees not far off I raise my still weak arm and tell the eagles to go. They lift off slowly circling the center mast taking one last peck at Archonus’ rarely seen falcon. Finally I see them shoot for the treeline, a simple “Good-bye.”
I race below almost giddy with the rush of the new sites. I don the elvish chain letting it mould to my blocky figure, noticing slight changes the recent adventures have done. Spying a mirror on the desk, I pick it up… yes changes… The magic that helped heal the wound on my arm it seems has healed other wounds. The change of diet, but the same activity has also to alter my form. For the first time in the past few days I feel happiness intrude on the darker thoughts. Yes, giddy…
Everyone clusters on deck as with Anon raising in the horizon we enter one of the openings and are slowly hoisted up. A few High Elves stand about on deck making sure everything is going smoothly. No one seems to engage them in conversation staying away.
A bald man stands paces away from me, his clinging clothes drip salt water into a small pool on the deck. I approach him quietly, and seeing him make no move simply staring at the thin lines holding us. Asking in our tongue, I try to find out why a statue of the Amastatia is coming into view. His long pointed ears twitch and large pale brown eyes swivel towards me, surprise flashing across his white skin. Surprise by someone talking to him, someone talking to him in Sylvan, or just surprised by me I know not. Once over his surprise he responds that the statute is of the Amastatia and it’s thought that she watches over all entering the city from her perch on the docks. Though he quickly turns his gaze from me, his ease with the answer lends me to ask him some more about his city as it slowly comes into view with each halting pull. A larger statute in the center of town is the replication of the first Greyclaw in all his glory or so it is said. They got their name from the great gray iron throne that sits in the palace. I also find out that Xath was right, Lord Varis Greyclaw, Duke of Oceanus does sit upon the throne currently.
As the gears grind to a halt the ship shudders one last time then remains motionless in her new perch. As we are motioned below decks, Xath changes into the Captain of this vessel, the one we put ashore just two days ago. She is going to go to the Naval Talon Headquarters and check-in. Hopefully also sounding the alarm about the dragon ship that was fast approaching. The rest of us stay on board, waiting and trying to help McShippy fix what will soon be his new vessel. As the work orders are laid, we find that tomorrow morning is the earliest we can leave. If the alarm can be sounded before then, they can evacuate and bring the full force of this city to bear on the ship. They should have no problem destroying the single ship from the water.
And so the next few hours go, with only the sites from the wooden deck to entertain us. As we wait, I hear a small cry from above and look up to see the pair of eagles have returned. Another shape darts around them; it seems they picked up a friend on the way. I greet them quickly, learning the new one is much younger. With nothing better to do, but be bored by the lack of action I take them to the bow of the ship.
Three hours later Xath storms back aboard, the scowl on the human males face showing her displeasure. She tells us she can only hold this- motioning to her disguise- for a little bit longer, but we have to get to the Duke. He is the only one that can sound the alarm. Still mumbling angrily to herself, she gathers a small pack. Justice and I grab our stuff and trail after her, Arhconus’ long bow slung to my back. At the gangplank, Justice throws the bag of coins at Archonus, but Farathier’s nimble fingers easily reaches out and plucks the small bag from the air. Feeling still oddly playful I say over my shoulder, “Get the supplies we need, and something nice for us!” Justice looks over at me with a fleeting surprised look. I lift my arm letting one of the eagles land, telling the two older ones to stay with the boys, and keep them out of trouble.
The guards at the front door bar our entrance, but Xath’s Naval uniform and human appearance and quick words get us to see the high chancellor of the Duke. Justice using her womanly ways and figure quickly get us inside, but only to wait some more. There we sit and pace unsure what the next step actually is or when it may come. Justice has ideas of what to say, but Xath keeps subtly reminding her that she as the naval officer must speak first. If she fails then Justice can petition him.
The stately man in flowing robes re-enters the room gliding over to Justice and bowing deeply. He says how sorry he is that the Duke will need more time, but hints that there are other places more comfortable to spend the time if she, Justice, wishes. She brushes him off, but he only smiles wistfully and backs out of the room. Xath strangely still sounding and looking like the male captain scowls at Justice. Before long the door re-opens and this time we find a younger man with sandy colored hair, twinkling amber eyes, and well dressed in a bright velvet purple doublet. He speaks to the room, but looks at me, “Can I get you anything while you wait?” Having not found anything to occupy my mind, I ask for a book about Oceanus. Can’t hurt to find out more while I am here.
He bows gracefully, and as the chancellor did he slowly exits backwards. He returns twice more once to deliver the book, and once to ask me if I was enjoying the book. I finally caught on that he was asking not about the book, but about the note he placed inside the binding. “Your beauty is far different than any I have seen… rare in the powdered courtiers who seek the Duke. Call for me, and let us tryst while you await the Duke’s desire. Yours, S. Pythan” it read. I look at the others, knowing my cheeks are aflame. I nod in agreement that I would go with him. Knowing Justice will stay will Xath. This may give me a chance to tell someone else or possibly another way to get to the Duke.
As we walk down the hall I feel slightly lightheaded, but it has been a strange few days… strange few weeks… he’s asking me something. Through a cloud I struggle to discern his words. Oh my trip, I can tell him about that. My journey here, there is no problem with telling him that since he’s my friend. He just wants what’s best for everyone, so why not tell him of the impending doom. No danger from the evil ship…Yes, that’s right there is do danger from the evil ship, why would he lie, he is as close as those two standing in the other room. We got close to that horrid ship and it didn’t attack us, it just looked evil. Looks can be deceiving… it could have just been to scare people. Yes, that’s all. The Duke is really the one in trouble, he has been acting strange lately… oh, yes the duke is trouble. I should make sure he doesn’t learn about what’s been happening. Pythan will make sure he knows when only the right ears are listening.
As the cloud lifts I find myself back in the room that I had left, but… it’s empty. I spin around watching helplessly as the purple clothed page retreats a warm smile on his parted lips, “Your friends will be back soon.” I go to the doorway and turn the handle slowly. Finding it unlocked, I walk a few feet down the hallway. Trapped in a maze of walls, I rub the feathers of the eagle on my arm. I have to wait for the others, so unsure I return to one of the overstuffed chairs and continue to read my book.
In the midst of Chapter Three: Roads, the Pavement of a City, the door swings open to reveal the page again, he is breathing quickly and looking over his shoulder. The book drops to the floor as I quickly stand bracing myself automatically for a fight. Instead he urgently tells me that my friend has been betrayed. She is being followed by an agent of the Bluestar, a dark elf who hunts her. I look quickly around him, he tells me my friend doesn’t know of the others deceit but that he must die.
I hear wood splintering down the hall and moments later see Xath race through the doorway. Just paces behind her a True Alder follows. I yell at her to move, releasing an arrow over her now normally shortened form. Xath tries to grab the bow, but I easily weave the longbow out of her pudgy fingers grasp, getting off another shot. I know she is confused, but she has to trust me. It’s for her own good. Pythan told me the truth and he wouldn’t lie to me. The black almost ebony eyes pierce me as over his initial shock the True Alder slings a large ornate double edged sword and moves towards me. He wields it menacingly close to my face. As with Xath futile attempts, I manage to stay just out of range, as two opposing doors burst open. One to my Pythan and other to the place guards. The guards race towards me, curved blades waving. They don’t know either, poor soldiers, just following orders. I must warn Xath of the betrayal, “Die agent of the Bluestar!” Hoping to release some of the pent-up anger I feel. Pythan is helping me, as he attacks one of the palace guards, killing him quickly. Xath attacks him as he attacks her- No! I move a pace back, almost between Paython and Xath. I try for another step but am thrown forward as a guard comes from behind.
Xath deals with Pythan and one of the guards more slowly, as a familiar pale graceful arm grabs the dark elf around the torso. He lets the arm take him and is whipped around the corner out of sight. I turn knowing there is still some fight continuing, and hear a soft thud behind me. Pythan lays on the hard marble floor with Xath crumpling not far to his side. My vision wavers and stomach rolls as a veil of mist lifting disorients me. I see Justice run in casting me glances of promised retribution later. What had I…. She kneels at Xath’s side laying her hands on the dark round arm and still chest. Speaking the words of healing she had been taught through the academy. As Xath sputters to life, I look in horror at my bow… She could have died, I could have killed…. the true alder in question chose that moment to pokes his head around the door frame. Voice dripping with sarcasm he looks warily at me, “Next time you introduce me to your friends can they not try to kill me.” I hang my head, I can only ask bewildered, “I am truly sorry. But who are you?”
Xath still weak grumbles angrily from behind me, “He is the Duke of Oceanus. The one we came to see.” I look over to tell them what may have happened, but at Justice’s heated black glance I drop my eyes again staying in my seated position. She goes and bows elaborately to the Duke, “I am Justice Fairweather.” He nods, asking what he or us are supposed to do now. Xath walks to my side, offering she hand, “You will need this yet, friend.” I look across at her now familiar true form, knowing she at least knows there was some magic at work.
Trying to find the safest area we go into the throne room, seeing guard nor servant on the way. As Justice tells him of Pythan’s deceit as well, he shakes his head saying, “It seems I have been betrayed for many years from within.” Justice stands in front of the Duke telling him of what we must do, while he shoots most the options down. He has not the support nor means all of a sudden to do much of anything. “We must find the others,” I say. Xath and his lord nod in agreement.
I tie a note to the leg of the eagle on my shoulder- “Take this to the others.” His small wings struggle, but once in the open the currents he will quickly find them. We continue to talk about what has happened, what we know, and what to do. Glancing up through the high windows, we see Anon just reaching it’s peak. With a loud commotion the boys race in weapons draw. Now having more heads to think things through we start to truly plan.
After we three relay our story, Arfin quickly starts, “We ne’ te get word te the leaders o’ the city.” Justice, “I agree, but with all haste and we have no pull here.” The Duke then chimes in, “I can sign letters with my seal to give them weight, and you can go as my messengers.” He holds out some arm bands. The same ones the guard and servants wear, a white strip of cloth with a gray talon foot sewn on. I put one onto my arm as does Archonus, Arfin, Xath, Kareth, and Farathier.
The duke again addresses us, “Here are the letters you need there are five spots you must take them with all haste.” Farathier shouts that he will go to the Talon Barracks, while Xath grabs one yelling over her shoulder, “I will go to the Redmage tower.” Arfin takes one making no move to leave, while the Duke holds two of his own. He calls a small group of his guards in, and tells us he will meet us back here in the throne room. He is going to the Amastacian and Apectin temples.
I kneel in front of the Duke, “I would not leave you alone, not at this time. You are needed, and we have seen that we can not trust most about.” He tells me he will take guards with him, as soon as he rounds enough together. “I tried to kill you and almost succeeded, you are too valuable right now. We know they want you dead now. Let my bow work for you this time, please.” His face dour, as Justice urges me, “We must stick together. He has his guards and he trust them.” Without glancing at her I answer them, “Xath and Farathier have both gone their own way, please. Let me try-“ Justice interrupts again saying, “Though they ran off, it’s not what I would have allowed if given half a chance.” I concentrate on the Duke as it is for him to decide anyways, as I try once more to plead my case. Again I am cut off by Justice this time though Archonus lends his voice to her cause. The last straw, I can not fight hi... I push away from the stairs making a stiff bow, “Then let’s go.” I can only trust the Light to watch the duke now. The others rush past me dividing already on their missions, only Justice, Kareth, Arfin, Archonus and I are to remain together.
As I reach the door, Archonus hands me a masterfully carved bow. I weakly smile my thanks; my thought still consumed by the Duke I must leave inside. Reaching behind me he takes Long Arm, his longbow, back. It has been too long in my possession. Without word he had given it to me when he told me of the bow they could not find at the Dwarven Stronghold in Thainesport. The new bow was shorter, but Long Arm had just started to seem an extension of my arm… but this new one has a power and grace that I think will suit me more. Glancing back once more toward the throne room, I turn to follow them.
Outside we are herded along with the pushing crowd, oblivious to anything outside their daily routine. Hands raised Justice calls out, “Stop! Thief!” I see the very top of Justice blonde head and Kareth’s shoulders up running into a dark alley. I try to move towards them, but I am impeded by the still flowing carts and milling people.
I am the last to reach the alley it’s strange stillness compared to the bustle just feet away. I see an arrow fletch in the ground near a small boy, and one burrowed deep in Justice’s armored side. Kareth lies not far from the small child his arm reaching out as if to grab him. I race forward to the small huddled child and Kareth’s unprotected form. I hear a snap of a beloved sound, a bow string, and feel a warmth covering my back. Everything seems to be turning black… In the fading light I see Justice reaching the top the building to my left, Archonus and Arfin right behind her on the rope. As the light fades I see arrows rapidly going straight for Justice’s chest… but they disappear? Arfin is rushing by Archonus, why isn’t he fight-
I am startled to open my eyes to a large green figure huddled over me. I quickly move to the side, but hold my head as memory and pain shoot through my body and mind. I look up to see Kareth standing there with a hurt expression and holding a healing potion. I give him a weak smile and a muttered apology, as Justice, Arfin, and Archonus, all shimmy down the side of a building.
Justice clutches the dead woman’s body tears running down her cheeks, saying she must get her sister to the temple. Her sister? What is this… a sister of blood she never told us of, another secret? What?! Though Arfin is eyeing the weapons with a hunger in his eyes. I can not believe with the dangers that surround us, getting closer by the minute, they would fight and grieve over one body. With that shuttering thought I picture Michael laying dead in my arms, Link so close to death… she has a right to grieve, but hundreds may be at risk the ship is still coming for we know not what.
As I realize I have spoken aloud, Archonus turns to me slowly and says simply, “I have taken care of the ship, as I dealt with… the other things.” Then he turns back to the group at large plucking arrow shafts from his legs and one from his side. He was behind the others why would she have singled him out… how did he get hit the most, just noticing Justice remains only with one wound in her side, while even Arfin carries multiple gashes….. Kareth holds out the small vials of potion to everyone letting them drink the healing draught. He has to almost force Justice to drink hers, but eventually she does.
Kareth looks at us motioning, “Man get help, cleric come.” Sure enough a woman in a blue cape appears with a hobbling man next to her. They look around and exclaim, “What is going on!” Justice falls at the woman’s feet tears running down her face. She cries out that she must go to the temple with her dead friend immediately. Friend? Archonus moves between the two, as Arfin edges closer. I look at Arhconus, “The Duke… I must find the Duke. He is still handing out the warnings!” I cry, “I know you would stay with them, protect them. Let her say good-bye, as I was not allowed. But if you are going to the Apectin temple, then I must go to the Amastatian temple.”
As I head to the entrance Kareth steps to my side, I glance at him and nod my thanks. I figure and hope that the others will see the bigger picture and get moving soon. A horse is drawn to the entrance as Kareth and I reach it. We look up to find a disheveled Farathier. He also is carrying a dead body, a twin it seems of the one Justice holds. I can only go by the armor though since her head seems to have been left elsewhere. As he jumps down he throws the body down as well. “Where did you find her?” Justice nearly screams in hysterics as she rushes to the figure. She lays both bodies together, moving so she can hold both as best as possible. “In an ally… the head was attached, but it was marked by a bluestar. I thought to bring it, but it turned to ash as soon as my fingers touched it. I figured I would bring the body, and see if it meant anything.”
Justice struggles to get both bodies into her arms, and almost falling staggers to her knees. The cleric quickly rushes over to take one her burdens, and she ends up having to forcefully take the headless body when Justice pulls both away. They start their journey to the temple, Arfin and Archonus follow at a slower pace. There is nothing more I can do for them…
I turn to Farathier, “Have you seen Xath at all?” He frowns for a moment glancing into the street back the few short blocks to the palace doors, “No, but you guys definitely did not make it far.” Used to his sarcasm by this point, my gut clenches telling me to find the duke and fast, “I do not have time to explain, but watch for the duke or the duke’s men. Archonus…he did something- and the boat, the one we were to warn everyone about is now gone he says. I have to find the Duke. We will meet as arranged at the Duke’s throne room.” He briefly smiles cryptically at Kareth over my head, uttering “Fine then.” And so we part again, Farathier to find Xath, while Kareth and I go to the Amastatian temple.
As Kareth and I run, I ignore anything but the goal of finding the Duke as quickly as possible. At one point I have to grab Kareth’s arm and drag him along as some piece of shiny metal catches his eye. We soon arrive at the temple, and I skid to a halt inside the great stone walls realizing belatedly that I am just attracting attention to us. I look to the first priestess I can find, “Have you happened to see the Duke?” My breath is coming in short breaths after struggling to keep up with Kareth’s long easy gallop. The priestess answers our question with a slight smile touching her light brown eyes, “We have not seen the Duke in a while as he can receive our attentions… privately.” Kareth jumps in, “We find him. Any here now him?” Each breath is a breath wasted, each thought that is hidden could lead to answers, I look and try to take some of his patience as the woman slowly says, “If I see him I will tell him you are looking for him, but I have been here for the past hour and I have not seen him.”
The feeling in my stomach is worsening… time is running out. As we go back toward the door she calls out again, “Are you by chance Kareth.” Kareth stops, turns and with a simple smile nods yes. She says, “I have a message for you then, please follow me.” I tug on Kareth’s arm, “Hurry we must leave and can not be delayed.” Looking to the white robed woman, “I am sorry. Really we have to find the Duke immediately.” We start to walk wuickly toward the door again. Downt he long ailse way we spy two guards moving behind the columns. Her quick call for guards puts those two in our way. As if on queue we both pick up speed and charge. The guards stand for a few seconds then jump clear as we shoulder our way past. The one Kareth hit goes down hard, while the one on my side merely grunts reaching as we fly past. We make it out into the streets, and luckily with the still heavy traffic are easily lost to those chasing us. It is apparent they are trying to trap us, but who. It seems the lies of Oceanus run much further then the Duke’s palace.
As we weave our way back to the Palace, I catch my eye on a beggar with some silver shining from his clothing. I stop and point him out to Kareth. Kareth looks at me unhappily, “I saw first.” I realized instantly he mean that he saw this before, when I tugged him onward. Unabashedly I use Kareth’s build as a shield slowly cutting across the lanes of people. I look around seeing if we are still followed, and let Kareth lean over and poke the shabbily looking man. The simple burlap cloth falls to the side revealing one of the Duke’s guardsmen. My heart stops, and I know that instinct was right… ill has befall him now. I quickly pick up the body as voices ring out, “Stop them!” I rush ahead as Kareth searchs around casting his great shadow over me and the cargo. Hearing the shouts getting closer I flee further down the ally, hoping the light will guide us. Kareth easily lumbers ahead, stopping a few yards in to poke at a pile of refuse.
His sharp eyes once more spotted the spark of metal. Underneath we find another guards body, all killed, all murdered. Picking through the bodies none resemble the Duke’s clothing nor form. I gently lay the first body down, and as I hang my head I hear a whistle from above. Across from us high atop the building stands a figure. A light blue cloak whips in the wind showing hints of airy blue cloth beneath. The figure’s eyes are hidden in blackness, and the rest of the face hides behind a light piece of fabric again in the same blue coloring. A long delicate finger slowly motions to the right, then turns and cape flying races along the roof tops jumping from corner to corner with such ease.
I am up in a flash following it, my friend outpacing me. Soon I loose sight of the figure, but concentrate on the broad green back ahead. Racing full speed I crash into that very back around one corner. Stumbling backward I catch myself walking slowly around him.
I see blood… red drops raining on the walls and ground. It’s the remainder of the Duke’s guards… Viper! The chancellor who took Justice aside in the palace, but she said she killed him. She saw him die, she swore it!
Kareth moves to each guard waving his hand in front of their faces trying to get them to wake up. I walk to Viper’s corpse. His is different from the rest, his death was for him alone for it seems he has been severely burned through his entire body, and a blue star the only strange mark apparent on his face. As I lean closer, gently reaching out to trace the blue mark, the face crumbles to gray ash. This must be the same deed as what Farathier spoke of- “L’Aurel,” I look over to Kareth kneeling by one figure. He points down a look of hope on his face, “Alive!” As I take the first few steps I spot a little bit of red cape. Only the Duke was wearing one. I practically jump the last few feet flying down to check his pulse. He has a nasty gash across his throat, blood around his head… so much blood and no pulse. I slowly shake my head to Kareth as I pull the cape around the Duke’s body and stand up attempting to cradle him in my arms. I failed. I notice Kareth looking up and following his bald green head spy again the silent blue figure.
The figure has waited unmoving and silent on the rooftop, though I can not see it I can feel the unerring gaze as it looks down at us. I see a glint, but can do no more then futilely step in front of Kareth before a large broad sword raises, flashing in the light. The flat of the blade comes to rest gently at the figures bowed forehead, and then with a quick swipe the blade is brought around resting once more at his side. With that the figure moves rapidly away. I look to Kareth hoping he could give advise, the figure should not have- but the Duke- I straighten the muscles along my back drawing myself up to the half-orcs nose level, “We must get him to the Apectin temple and find the others.” He reaches out and takes the dukes body from me, cradling it carefully. Though slow at times no one can deny Kareth’s heart. As we reach the brick corner it hits me as odd that no where to be seen is his double bladed sword. The old ancient sword of his house, another loss I could have changed. Now to find the others…
Upon reaching the Apectin temple, I burst in, “Please you must help us.” The cleric female from in the ally still wearing specs of blood on her tunic comes forth and shortly on her heals is a healthier more rested looking Arfin and Archonus. As Arhconus stands off to the side, Arfin helps Kareth set the body down. My voice shakes as I tell the cleric who’s body we have brought. For now though, that is all we can say. As she crouches beside Arfin and across from Kareth. I go over to Arhconus keeping my eyes on my friends, “We went to the Amastian temple. They knew our names, or at least Kareth’s name. But we got out with little difficulty. We found… We spied a dead guard on the street hidden in plain sight. I almost didn’t see it, I didn’t the first time… and… we were-” My eyes shift to see Archonus’s masked face, “We were lead to the dukes body by a figure in blue… it knew where exactly to lead us. Once we had his body it did nothing. Just watched us, then silently put it’s sword to its forehead as if in salute.. and then left.” Archonus’s eyes changed in that instant and for the first time a peaceful joy radiated there when I mentioned the figure in light blue garments. I asked if he knew the stranger, but he shook his head already pulling away and behind his mask.
Archonus, Arfin and Kareth decide we must leave the duke, Arfin assuring me, “They will take care of him as he would wish it.” A baggy eyed Justice stumbles into the main room. Archonus asks her quietly, “Are you ready to go?” She looks back inside the temple tears forming again in her eyes, she croaks out, “Yes.” We move as quickly as we can trying to make sure we are not followed and we are not noticed.
Luckily we spy the boat safely where it should be. We run up the gangplank and ask for the captain- er, the second in command. Arfin forgot in that first moment Xath was pretending to be the captain which meant McShippy is only the second. We are told he is down in the captains quarters, the crew watching us carefully. As we head down we hear heated voices inside, and after a short pause it is opened to McShippy, Xath and Farathier.
Finally we are together again. Xath is still in a flurry, with McShippy upset over his boat and gold, while Farathier gets more tense with each word spoken. I nudge Archonus, “Tell them about the boat.” Never one for speeches he sets out in fewer words then he did for me that he took care of the ship, that is was no more. I look to Justice normally the one bulling people into action and ideas, but she simply sits slumped against the wall eyes clouded over. Farathier glares around the circle urgently saying we still have to leave, we still have to make it to the monastery in the South. Stepping up and speaking up more and more these days I recount, “I was one the one who made the agreement with Link he would wait on us. Please we must go back and get the Duke’s body. It was not his time, I know it was not!” I look around hoping this time they will listen, this time they will understand what I can’t explain. Xath slowly nods her head in agreement voicing her own reasons for us to stay and to get him back. Though the others seem neutral. I move towards the door, telling them to get the ship ready. It shouldn’t take me long. Archonus steps into my path, telling me he will not let me go alone. I bite my tongue knowing now is not the time to prove anything. Getting the Duke is the primary concern, finally seeing they will let me go as my gut says to.
I grab the reigns to Farathier’s horse quickly adjusting the saddle and bridal. Farathier holds the horses head and I can only promise him I will look after the horse as best I can. I leap up into the saddle holding my hand down to Archonus. As he swings up we take a precious moment to glance again at our friends, just in case. Xath back to her cheery squatty self, Arfin clear eyed and without drink for several days, Kareth a hopeful look in his eyes, Farathier a plea to keep his horse safe in his eyes, and Justice… Justice stands with a pain I don’t understand, and with how open she has been I may never… just another separation.
I nudge my heels into the horses side, causing him to bound forward and down the gangplank. I feel Arhconus behind me trying to grab purchase. I can’t help but smile even at a time like this. I must look to even the smallest of things in these strange times.
The alarm bells on the far right tower begins to toll, I tug the horse into a tight turn as the other towers one by one take up the cry. I can’t believe what I am seeing! I jump from the horse almost kicking Archonus as he slides down it’s side. Anon’s light flashes one last time then fades below the horizon, as dark shapes float closer to the docks. The ground itself shakes as a horrendous boom sounds to our left. Timbers splinter, boats crash into poles, and boat workers fall hundred of feet into a now ice encased port. A dark line of ships mass on the horizon coming ever closer. All seem smaller versions of the large ship we tried to warn the city of. As the ships get closer a deep resounding horn blast is heard from one of the ships. A sense of absolute horror and terror penetrates our minds, as I grasp the horse’s mane. I see workers and soldiers who where just standing in horror fall to the ground, some huddling feebly others emptying their stomachs where they sit.
A few figures pop up from the wall in front of us. They seem humanoid, but with blood and purple tentacles coming from their bellies. A few soldiers run forward shaking as they lift steeldrakes to the creatures. The creatures shutter once as the lead balls enter, but continue in the progress. As they grasp and hold the guards to their side, I slip the bow from the horses saddle, knocking two arrows. They drop their first kills ashen gray where once brilliant pale skin shone and move without thought or motivation to their next victim.
I slowly draw and fire at the closest one, seeing the arrows bury themselves deep. Justice stands on the deck yelling something about the light and the Apecto, I watch as thankfully the rest pour off the boat to stand before me. This is how we fight best as one team.
A bright flash of light blinds us for a few moments, as we open our eyes to Justice kneeling at our right sword driven into the ground. Finally! Something pulled her out of her state! I think as all the hideous creatures in the area quickly leave off their attack and run as fast as they can away. We even watch as some jump over the side of the cliff, and with that it seems just another new power Justice has found. At least she chose to use it to aid us…
Arfin yells at us as he runs up, “That will not keep them for long.” Looking to Arhconus, “so ye know the power I have. Should I use it to banish these evil things?” Archonus drops his head, “It may be the only way.” Arfin looking at us, "Shall I make speak then, friends?" Farathier quickly agrees. Xath looks to me worriedly, and I can only grimace back. Justice, still not herself silently almost in a whisper tells us she thinks it is a bad idea, but she will not stop us. Not knowing full what they are speaking of, but knowing what it may have already had the power to do the rest hesitate. Arfin looks at us and urgency empowering his words as he demands, “I ne’ ta know now. What say ye?” As each of us slowly nods in agreement, Justice simply says, “I abstain. I will not vote either way.” Shaking his head, “Well, then.” The red whiskers part to show his mouth as he begins to speak.
