Monty Tomasi
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On the Trail of Copper Bloodhounds… [16August06]
Part I:
“In your own words describe to us what happened to you last night.”
Sephus opened his eyes and slowly raised his head, his long blond hair parting to reveal bloodshot dark blue eyes. He let out a heavy sigh and stared past the men and women sitting at the scarred metal table in front of him. Several short, fat candles in simple and unadorned silver candle-holders sat evenly spaced at the edge of the table providing a small measure of flickering illumination to the room. Thin trailers of smoke rose from an incense burner in a darkened corner, filling the room with a wispy clove-scented haze.
Sephus reached up with his left hand to stroke the livid purple bruise on his cheek. As soon as his fingertips brushed the inflamed skin, he grimaced and carefully kept his gaze focused on the candle in the middle of the table. He sat perfectly still, staring for several long minutes seemingly oblivious to everything around him aside from the candle's dancing flame.
“I'll ask you one more time,” said a handsome man seated in the centre behind the table. “Please describe to us what happened to you last night.”
“I heard you the first time!” Sephus shouted leaping to his feet, the metallic clang of his chair falling over behind him echoed off the walls of the chamber. “How many times must I go over it? How many times will you make me relive that terrible ordeal? The memory is yet so fresh and raw that each time you ask me to put it in to words again... it is as if another barb has been thrust in to my still bleeding wound and opened it yet further.”
“One more time Sephus if you will,” the man stated slowly as he lent forward in to the candlelight. He had a handsome face; a sharp nose, broad chin and piercing emerald coloured eyes focused on Sephus's face. The man's dark hair was shot through with streaks of grey and his broad shoulders were a testament to many decades of hard physical labour. “We just need to hear it one final time Sephus,” the man said softly. “Then you can rest and we can fix what they did to you. OK?”
“Very well,” Sephus replied sighing heavily. “One last time… after that never again.”
Sephus turned to pick up his chair and collapsed on to it. He folded his arms tightly in front of him, lowered his head, letting his long blond hair obscure his face and sighed once again.
“Last night I'd completed a project that I've been working on for some time. It's a commission that I was asked to carry out that would test the limit of my skills and I was very pleased to have done so even faster than my most optimistic of predictions.”
“It almost felt as if the hammer was crafting itself. I'd sketched it out, prepared all the metals and gem-stones, the forge and my tools. I'd even spent time beforehand visualizing what it was going to look like once I'd finished it. The hammer was a masterpiece... is a masterpiece should I say It's most likely still sitting in my workshop at this very moment, but right now I could not care less.”
“After a long day at the forge, hours of concentration, blood, sweat and tears it was time to celebrate. So I rounded up some of the lads and we went to our favourite tavern. Alphos suggested that we make a bit of a trek through several of our usual haunts and everyone readily agreed. It's something that we do fairly often when one of us finishes an important piece of work as you're all aware. However, what with how everything is at the Foundry right now, that's become a rare thing these days.”
“In any case, as I was saying we were trekking from one tavern to the next. The bub was flowing, we stopped to get some tasty grub and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Alphos suggested that we settle down in the fourth tavern, Parai's Kiss it were called. Seeing as we was heading in the direction where Niels Petrs had got scragged a fortnight ago it seemed sound advice, but we were high in our cups and pressed ahead regardless.”
“Should have listened to Alphos, it's been a bitter lesson to learn and seeing how much I've been set back I'm wondering if it's worth trying to start all over again,” Sephus glanced up briefly to see if his audience was still listening and rested his gaze on the handsome man in the middle.
“Please, just tell us about the chamber of mirrors,” the man said. “We can discuss how this has shaped and re-forged you afterwards.”
“Very well,” Sephus responded. “I don't know how I ended up in the chamber of mirrors. One minute we were walking down the street singing songs, happy as can be and the next I'm strapped in to a metal and wooden chair surrounded by exceedingly tall black mirrors. I remember that the chair had lots of runes and glyphs carved in to it. Seen enough of them in the workshops here to know what they are, but I'm not gifted in knowing what they actually do. There was cables running to the mirrors surrounding the chair and as soon as I awoke I could feel the power coursing through the chair and in to my body.”
“They must have done a real number on me, because it felt like my cheek was on fire and my head was ringing. For a moment I thought I'd lost my sense of up and down and was going to fall off the chair, but the leather restraints held me fast.”
“Just then this woman wearing a long dark robe comes drifting in. Her hood was up so I couldn't see her face, but there was no mistaking it was a woman when she spoke. She could have charmed the birds out from the trees with that voice, I'd have done anything to please her and all she'd said to me at that point was 'Hello'.”
“I demanded to know where I was, why I'd been taken and what she was going to do with me. 'You're in no position to ask questions', she commanded and right then I lost any interest in asking any further questions. She walked behind the chair and I'm not sure what she did, but suddenly plain as day there's all these figures in the mirrors surrounding me and I swear that the moment I laid eyes on them I felt some kind of connection. Them images were real life-like, I'd swear that they were real people although the rippling silver behind them meant I could not focus on any particular part of them for too long.”
“The woman walked around from behind the chair and said: 'Everyone say hello to Sephus'. My name, like them people in the mirrors felt as if they were plucked out of me brain-box. It was easy to tell she was mocking me, however she'd put her spell on me and I couldn't ask any more questions. I snarled and told her that she'd pay for her crimes but we both knew it was an empty threat. From within her robe she took several shiny and well cut gems and then waved her other hand at the apparitions in the mirrors as if inviting them to come closer.”
“One by one they stepped out of the mirror and their ghostly forms drifted over to her. As soon as they got near they were drawn in to the gems and I felt myself growing weaker with each one of them disappearing. When the last man and woman disappeared I was physically sick. It felt as though there was a great emptiness inside of me as if she'd ripped out my inner self.”
“I passed out after that. When I woke up I was lying in the gutter covered in bruises, stale beer, rotting vegetables and worse. I could barely walk, not so much from lack of physical strength, more from the fact that it felt as if some fiend had scooped out my very being and left a shell of a man discarded by the side of the road. I told a passing patrol, but they just laughed at me and told me to go sober up.”
Sephus sighed and slowly raised his face, tears streaming down his cheeks and his shoulders twitched as he sobbed silently. The candles on the metal table sputtered as they burnt low.
“Thank you for repeating the tale once again Sephus,” the handsome man said as he struck a match and lit a fresh candle. “We understand that reliving this is very painful and you have the assurance of everyone in this room that we will do all in our power to restore you to what you once were.”
“What about the people in the mirrors?” Sephus's voice rose sharply, not bothering to hide his desperation. “Will I have to start all over again? Please, please tell me I'm not a blank slate?”
“No Sephus,” the man responded. “We'll put it right, on that you have my promise.”
Part I:
“In your own words describe to us what happened to you last night.”
Sephus opened his eyes and slowly raised his head, his long blond hair parting to reveal bloodshot dark blue eyes. He let out a heavy sigh and stared past the men and women sitting at the scarred metal table in front of him. Several short, fat candles in simple and unadorned silver candle-holders sat evenly spaced at the edge of the table providing a small measure of flickering illumination to the room. Thin trailers of smoke rose from an incense burner in a darkened corner, filling the room with a wispy clove-scented haze.
Sephus reached up with his left hand to stroke the livid purple bruise on his cheek. As soon as his fingertips brushed the inflamed skin, he grimaced and carefully kept his gaze focused on the candle in the middle of the table. He sat perfectly still, staring for several long minutes seemingly oblivious to everything around him aside from the candle's dancing flame.
“I'll ask you one more time,” said a handsome man seated in the centre behind the table. “Please describe to us what happened to you last night.”
“I heard you the first time!” Sephus shouted leaping to his feet, the metallic clang of his chair falling over behind him echoed off the walls of the chamber. “How many times must I go over it? How many times will you make me relive that terrible ordeal? The memory is yet so fresh and raw that each time you ask me to put it in to words again... it is as if another barb has been thrust in to my still bleeding wound and opened it yet further.”
“One more time Sephus if you will,” the man stated slowly as he lent forward in to the candlelight. He had a handsome face; a sharp nose, broad chin and piercing emerald coloured eyes focused on Sephus's face. The man's dark hair was shot through with streaks of grey and his broad shoulders were a testament to many decades of hard physical labour. “We just need to hear it one final time Sephus,” the man said softly. “Then you can rest and we can fix what they did to you. OK?”
“Very well,” Sephus replied sighing heavily. “One last time… after that never again.”
Sephus turned to pick up his chair and collapsed on to it. He folded his arms tightly in front of him, lowered his head, letting his long blond hair obscure his face and sighed once again.
“Last night I'd completed a project that I've been working on for some time. It's a commission that I was asked to carry out that would test the limit of my skills and I was very pleased to have done so even faster than my most optimistic of predictions.”
“It almost felt as if the hammer was crafting itself. I'd sketched it out, prepared all the metals and gem-stones, the forge and my tools. I'd even spent time beforehand visualizing what it was going to look like once I'd finished it. The hammer was a masterpiece... is a masterpiece should I say It's most likely still sitting in my workshop at this very moment, but right now I could not care less.”
“After a long day at the forge, hours of concentration, blood, sweat and tears it was time to celebrate. So I rounded up some of the lads and we went to our favourite tavern. Alphos suggested that we make a bit of a trek through several of our usual haunts and everyone readily agreed. It's something that we do fairly often when one of us finishes an important piece of work as you're all aware. However, what with how everything is at the Foundry right now, that's become a rare thing these days.”
“In any case, as I was saying we were trekking from one tavern to the next. The bub was flowing, we stopped to get some tasty grub and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Alphos suggested that we settle down in the fourth tavern, Parai's Kiss it were called. Seeing as we was heading in the direction where Niels Petrs had got scragged a fortnight ago it seemed sound advice, but we were high in our cups and pressed ahead regardless.”
“Should have listened to Alphos, it's been a bitter lesson to learn and seeing how much I've been set back I'm wondering if it's worth trying to start all over again,” Sephus glanced up briefly to see if his audience was still listening and rested his gaze on the handsome man in the middle.
“Please, just tell us about the chamber of mirrors,” the man said. “We can discuss how this has shaped and re-forged you afterwards.”
“Very well,” Sephus responded. “I don't know how I ended up in the chamber of mirrors. One minute we were walking down the street singing songs, happy as can be and the next I'm strapped in to a metal and wooden chair surrounded by exceedingly tall black mirrors. I remember that the chair had lots of runes and glyphs carved in to it. Seen enough of them in the workshops here to know what they are, but I'm not gifted in knowing what they actually do. There was cables running to the mirrors surrounding the chair and as soon as I awoke I could feel the power coursing through the chair and in to my body.”
“They must have done a real number on me, because it felt like my cheek was on fire and my head was ringing. For a moment I thought I'd lost my sense of up and down and was going to fall off the chair, but the leather restraints held me fast.”
“Just then this woman wearing a long dark robe comes drifting in. Her hood was up so I couldn't see her face, but there was no mistaking it was a woman when she spoke. She could have charmed the birds out from the trees with that voice, I'd have done anything to please her and all she'd said to me at that point was 'Hello'.”
“I demanded to know where I was, why I'd been taken and what she was going to do with me. 'You're in no position to ask questions', she commanded and right then I lost any interest in asking any further questions. She walked behind the chair and I'm not sure what she did, but suddenly plain as day there's all these figures in the mirrors surrounding me and I swear that the moment I laid eyes on them I felt some kind of connection. Them images were real life-like, I'd swear that they were real people although the rippling silver behind them meant I could not focus on any particular part of them for too long.”
“The woman walked around from behind the chair and said: 'Everyone say hello to Sephus'. My name, like them people in the mirrors felt as if they were plucked out of me brain-box. It was easy to tell she was mocking me, however she'd put her spell on me and I couldn't ask any more questions. I snarled and told her that she'd pay for her crimes but we both knew it was an empty threat. From within her robe she took several shiny and well cut gems and then waved her other hand at the apparitions in the mirrors as if inviting them to come closer.”
“One by one they stepped out of the mirror and their ghostly forms drifted over to her. As soon as they got near they were drawn in to the gems and I felt myself growing weaker with each one of them disappearing. When the last man and woman disappeared I was physically sick. It felt as though there was a great emptiness inside of me as if she'd ripped out my inner self.”
“I passed out after that. When I woke up I was lying in the gutter covered in bruises, stale beer, rotting vegetables and worse. I could barely walk, not so much from lack of physical strength, more from the fact that it felt as if some fiend had scooped out my very being and left a shell of a man discarded by the side of the road. I told a passing patrol, but they just laughed at me and told me to go sober up.”
Sephus sighed and slowly raised his face, tears streaming down his cheeks and his shoulders twitched as he sobbed silently. The candles on the metal table sputtered as they burnt low.
“Thank you for repeating the tale once again Sephus,” the handsome man said as he struck a match and lit a fresh candle. “We understand that reliving this is very painful and you have the assurance of everyone in this room that we will do all in our power to restore you to what you once were.”
“What about the people in the mirrors?” Sephus's voice rose sharply, not bothering to hide his desperation. “Will I have to start all over again? Please, please tell me I'm not a blank slate?”
“No Sephus,” the man responded. “We'll put it right, on that you have my promise.”
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