Chapter 15
A week of talks, filled with arguing, fighting and bickering over irrelevant topics, followed. Secheriab varied from genial and benign, to frighteningly irritated and enraged. The four representatives spent their time alternating between trying to court his favour to their viewpoint, to avoiding his gaze and anger. Somehow an agreement was reached. It was a good agreement, everyone felt they could live with it, yet everyone also believed they had been hard done by.
"So it is decided. Finally, we seem to be finished. All we need now is for this to be ratified by your four cities and I will send advisors and representatives to start on our agreed path." Secheriab looked around the table. "Is it also agreed that Sister Egrit and Prince D'Fir will take the agreement back, while Mekior, Gyv and Jeria search out the Fallen?"
D'Fir answered quickly, not looking at the rest when he addressed Secheriab. "We believe that would be for the best. None of us here are beholden to each other and certain differences have manifested amongst us, which mean that, perhaps. this group is not the best one for working together on an extended basis. We were chosen for political, not practical, reasons."
Mekior snorted from his place down the side of the table. "Now there's an understatement! It is a reality that Fort Livian and the Tower have been far more secure than most others; the Tower simply because it is impossible to find and Fort Livian because, though known to Jelial, its defences have proven too strong to justify the cost of an invasion. Both of you have the luxury of philosophies that we do not subscribe to. It is just as well though. The diversity amongst us is an important weapon against the regimentation and constrained thinking of our foe."
Those present were silent, quick glances showed the guilty acknowledgement that Mekior's words carried the truth, that where peace should be between them, should help to glue them together, instead there were idiotic arguments over different philosophies that pushed them apart. The meeting was adjourned, and the participants returned to their own rooms, each preparing themselves for their chosen task.
***
The next morning differed form the previous days, gone was the regimentation of a meal followed by hours of discussion with food and drink ever replenished. Today they stood in the groups which would sally forth; the packs of Gyv, Jeria and Mekior filled with the necessary rations and paraphernalia needed for an extended stay in the wilderness. D'Fir stepped forward and embraced each of the others in turn.
"Go in peace, may the Forge Father keep your souls safe within his anvil and let no harm come to you" D'Fir stepped back, watching as Sister Egrit followed his example.
"May the Void watch over you. May the Void guide your voyage to its end. May the void protect you all and bring you back in peace and health." Her hand stroked Gyv's scarred face, a tender caress. "We go to safety, you to face further dangers, not the least of which is to face a fearsome foe that needs to be turned to an ally. I pray that you do not pay further for your bravery and willingness to do that which so many fear; to approach fiends as friends and not foes. She reached back, pulling out a healing potion and passing it to them. You now have both the potions we had left, try not to all get hurt badly at the same time."
Secheriab watched their parting, his face unreadable. "Well now, if you are all set, you can all be sent to where you need to go. Sister Egrit, Prince D'Fir, the emissary will go with you and provide transportation to an area of safety from whence you can journey with ease to your cities. He will also go with you to represent Me to your rulers; an ambassador to ease the coldness between us. As for you Gyv, Mekior and Jeria, I will open a portal to the outside. It will open in the foothills of the Skyne peaks, over a thousand miles from here. The information I have indicates that the encampment of Aspith is somewhere in that region. I have a minion there who should greet you, though there is doubt as to his loyalty." Secheriab hesitated, his voice indicating his uncertainty as he continued, "This region is most likely unknown to any of you. It is distant, and who travels such distances in these days? I have been able to gather some very sketchy information, my minions are few and their capacity to gather information limited; there may be other cities in that region, both hidden and fiend ruled ones. Take care, not all hidden cities are necessarily allies.
To return without travelling the entire distance through unknown territory, return to the spot at which you arrive at and speak my name five times in succession. I will hear and activate a portal to bring you back."
The three shot questioning looks at him, but Secheriab seemed disinclined to talk further, his back to them as his hands and words moulded space and opened a door shaped portal. On the other side, a sunny day could be seen. The sun stood high in the sky, shining down onto rubble-strewn ground. Massive trees towered into the sky, their tops out of view. The three viewed the scene; taking a moment to examine the area beyond until they were satisfied that it harboured no immediate danger. Mekior saluted the companions they were leaving behind and stepped through, followed by Jeria and then Gyv.
"We're on our own. Do you think the others will find the Fallen and come back?" D'Fir was staring at the space where the portal had stood, now showing just plain rock.
"Have faith, D'Fir. I believe that the Gods themselves must have long since tired of the oppression and rule of the fiends. Perhaps we are the generation which will finally free the world from the fiends, maybe now is the time when success lies within our grasp." Sister Egrit stopped speaking, but seemed to be chanting to a low hum under her breath.
"Tell me, D'Fir, how familiar are you with the prophecy of Gerogh?" At the mention of the prophecy, Sister Egrit noted that Secheriab became much stiller, his head held at an attentive angle.
"Have you ever wondered if it applies to us, particularly to Jeria? Ever since I met him I cannot get the 'Refrain of the Keystone' from my mind"
Her hum got louder, her voice breaking into a chant
The child will come from one abused
Torn from the womb of a mother
Hidden from the father
Her life forfeit from the moment of creation
Not for him the love of the mother
But for him the hate of the other
The bringer of bitterness yet applauded by many
Who shall walk at his side when he dares accost the Fall
The Hidden and Marked true to their Call.
From beyond the Gate he brings our succour
From within his heart our release
His soul the key to our ease
"Does that not make you think of Jeria? I cannot fathom the line of the Hidden and the Marked. Could the Hidden and Marked be Gyv and Mekior, but which is which? And the last stanza has always been ridiculously unclear, interpreted as everything from the Gods coming themselves to an Angelic army storming the strongholds of Jelial. Of course, most agree that the last stanza means that whoever this is, will die." She sighed, looked at D'Fir and then at the Emissary and Secheriab who were making no secret of their interest. "Prophecies are rarely helpful; always clear after the fact, and never telling you what you really need to know."
"Aside from rumours, we have heard nothing of the prophecy of Gerogh." Secheriab's voice was flat, no emotion coming to the fore, "From what I heard within that segment, it does sound like it could be referring to Jeria, but, as you say, it is generic enough that it is wide open to interpretation. I would suggest you resume your speculation once you are safely ensconced within the bosom of your people."
On cue, the Emissary came forward, reaching out and touching each of the others.
"Close your eyes, both of you. D'Fir, if you would please envision in your mind our destination. I will take us there as soon as I have enough of a feel for the location to do so without getting us stuck in solid rock." The Emissary waited, its own eyes closed, its face wrinkled in effort.
D'Fir did as directed, his eyes closed, his mind wandering to the towers and battlements of the massive fort, its market filled with throngs of people as the smell of incense and unwashed bodies mingled. His mind wandered through the city streets, bringing longing for his home to the fore, for the massive audience hall within the Royal Keep, the gardens tendered and filled with all manner of plants, their like normally not found beneath the Earth. He could feel the vibrations of the Emissary's voice, even though he could not understand the words. The change in temperature and footing underneath caused him to stumble, and, by the way the Emissary held him steady, it at least seemed it had not come as a surprise to him.
"Open your eyes, we are there."
D'Fir and Sister did as directed, and stared at the massive iron gates of Fort Livian before them.
"Sorry I couldn't bring you closer to where you wanted to go, D'Fir. The city is heavily warded against such entry. No doubt to stop my cousins from just ignoring your defences and having their way with your city." The Emissary chuckled. "Now use those princely charms of yours to get us in. I wait in anticipation for a rain of arrows to fall upon my head."
D'Fir gave a dark look in his direction. "The city is warded; you should not have even been able to get us this close. I had expected us to arrive much further out, and to be surrounded by armed guards, and those that stand in their support."
The Emissary gave him a bland look. "Yes, you're right. There was a redirect spell set on the city, which should have done as you said. I do not know who set it up, but it contained a weakness I used to bring us to a less obvious area. Never fear, I shall tell your mages within how to fix this hole in your defence. After all, isn't that what allies are for?"
Somehow, D'Fir did not feel comforted, how many other gaps in their defences had this fiend noted, and did not speak off? He set off around the wall, not waiting for the others but expecting them to follow. It was not a short walk, the city was immense, the walls high and curved outwards, smoothed to make them almost impossible to climb unless the climber could hold on like a spider and cling to smooth rock while upside down. Eventually, they came to a guard trail, which lead them around to the main gate and the soldiers that stood there on watch. D'Fir was known, but he caused consternation with his companions. Sister Egrit was unknown and the Emissary was an obvious, and powerful, fiend. The crowds around the gate towards which they walked scattered, a solid line of guards taking their place.
"Stop! If we go closer, they will shoot first and ask questions of our corpses afterwards. In addition, there are mages hidden behind them, out of our sight but ready. If we wait they will send someone to us who can summon my brother or others to vouch for us." D'Fir sat as he finished, hands open in front of him, his axe sheathed upon his back. Sister Egrit copied him, ready to wait.
"So mote it be." The Emissary sounded bored, resigned to the delay. His large, compound eyes watched the soldiers, taking in details that the two mortals with whom he sat could have no hope of noticing from this distance.
***
Mekior, Gyv and Jeria stared at the forest before them. The trees were unfamiliar to them, though many of the smaller plants were familiar and no different to the ones they were familiar with from experience. The three stared at the area around them; the strange forest in front, the rocky, rubble strewn area leading up to the mountainside behind, and to either side of them.
"Anyone got any ideas as to where we go now?" Mekior turned in circles as he spoke. It had been five years since his first foray into the outdoors, and since then he had remained safe below, the comfort of the enclosing cavern walls of the underground network around him. He felt uncomfortable, not the unreasoning, blind panic, the numbing paralysing fear he had felt the first time, but he still wished that he could be elsewhere.
Why me? Who says someone else couldn't end up out here for a change?
Gyv and Jeria, however, were both luxuriating in the fresh air, the aroma of the trees different from the ones with which they were familiar. Jeria walked over to one of them and ran his hand down its smooth side. By jumping, he was just able to reach a low hanging branch and pluck one of its massive, white veined leaves.
"Marvellous, isn't it? I have never seen their like! The size of these trees is unbelievable, and these leaves unlike any I have seen." He turned it over, tearing it in the middle, watching the thick white sap leak out the torn flesh. A sharp smell rose, puckering his nose with its pungent, acidic aroma. He dropped the leaf, coughing from the effects of the smell.
"That's why I hate it out here. Underground it is so much easier to understand everything, and know what is happening." Mekior watched Jeria, wondering if he needed help. The coughing fit passed, Jeria gulping down water from the water skin that Gyv shoved into his mouth.
"It is much better if you stay out of the forest." The voice drifted to them, thin and extraordinarily high pitched. "The trees don't like it when they get hurt. They like to hurt back!"
The three turned, looking in the direction from which the voice had come, but could not see anything beyond the rocks and rubble of the rest of the open, rock strewn, area. Gyv slowly walked forward, placing her feet carefully as stones shifted beneath her and threatened to spill her to the ground.
"Who are you? Show yourself! Are you the guide from Secheriab?" Her voice rang out, echoing off the stone around them.
"Secheriab knows not what beauty Jelial brings to this realm, but you asked to see me. Let me show you." The ground beneath them moved. They struggled to stay on their feet, but only Gyv succeeded. Jeria was rolled near to the forest edge; Mekior landed badly on his arm and could feel it bend beneath him, pain shooting up. Thus, it was only Gyv that was standing, and ready to react, when the creature burst out from beneath the rock, throwing it into the air as it did so, the massive rock narrowly missing her.
She looked at it. The rock had covered the hole in which it had lain in wait, the hole hidden and thus its depth unknowable. The creature's shoulders were double the width of a man's, though it was only marginally taller. Huge rolls of fat defined its body, giving it a comical, almost baby-like look. Gyv did not find it comical at all, she had seen it throw off a rock that would have taken a team of men to move; that fat concealed hidden muscle. Though naked, its sex was impossible to determine, folds of fat hid any hint of genitalia, of masculinity or femininity.
It laughed; its high pitched voice hideous, hurting her ears, making her clap her hands to them to stop that cruel, rending sound. Then, it charged. The ground shook as it approached, running over Jeria, grinding him into the rock as it passed. It swung its massive arm, blindingly fast, so fast that Gyv, struggling to clutch at her ears and stop that mind numbing sound had no chance to avoid it. The fat arm hit her in her midriff, doubling her over before she was lifted and tossed over its shoulder, where she landed hard amongst the rocks, and her head bounced off the ground, making stars dance and the world spin before blackness fell.
Mekior lay in pain. His sword was held high in his good left arm. He looked at the creature, hoping it would give him enough time, hoping it would not come to investigate until he was ready. He concentrated, let the magic within his blood pool where the bone was shattered, poking into his skin. He could feel it knitting, the pain flaring in bursts as the magic pushed away the wound, mending bone, flesh and blood vessels. Finally it was done, but he left the arm dangling limply. He dared a look in the creature's direction, fear clutched at him as he saw the way it dragged Jeria's inert body.
Is he alive? What is that creature planning to do? He watched as the creature started stripping Jeria, removing his armour, and clothing beneath. Then its intent became all too clear as it produced a gutting knife. With an inarticulate cry, Mekior came to his feet, sword at the ready.
"You are still awake human? Never mind. Once I am done with you, you will join your friend in the cooking pot! Secheriab said to lead him, Jelial said to eat him. Guess whom I prefer to listen to!" The reedy voice came to him, trying to distract him, cause him to drop his guard. The tactic, the magic, would have been effective against a human, and for once Mekior was glad he was not.
Pretending confusion he stared at the creature. "Secheriab and Jelial are working together?" He slurred his words, letting his sword drop noticeably, staggering as if the magic to confuse, embedded within the words, had taken hold of his mind.
"Secheriab and Jelial will never kiss and make up, but one is boss and the other pays better!" As it finished speaking, it suddenly jumped to the side, sending a massive, fat leg in his direction, unbelievably aimed high at his head, something that should have been impossible for a creature of its bulk. But Mekior was expecting an attack, and, not as helpless as his opponent thought, ducked beneath the attack, his sword staying high, using both his strength and the momentum of the creatures kick towards him to put power behind the blow. The strength behind the kick ripped the sword from his hand, but the damage had been done. The creature collapsed, blood pouring out from the stump, the remains of the leg hanging on by just a ragged piece of flesh. Ignoring the creature as it bled to death, Mekior walked over to Gyv, and then to Jeria.
Thanks be to the Gods they are alright, battered and unconscious, but alive. Question is, what now? If that was the guide Secheriab intended for us, then where do we search in this godforsaken wilderness? More importantly, how did Jelial know we were coming here and who to pay off?
***
Jelial sat sipping on the wines produced by his prize estate. The vintage was fruitier than most, the aroma strong and the colour a deep, rich red. He contemplated it, enjoying the moment of silence and stillness. It was interrupted by noise coming from entrance to his private lounge.
"Who is there?"
"My Lord, it is Priet. I come with news."
"Very well, speak quickly then; your presence is not wanted." Jelial looked at the tiny imp. The least of devils, it made for an excellent go between. Intelligent enough to do as told, yet so lacking in power as to make it ridiculous for it to even consider usurping the throne or vying for attention of those seeking the throne.
"My Lord, the spy within Secheriab's domain has been silenced. We do not know why."
"Silenced? Secheriab cannot know of our act against those in the Skyne peaks, he would be hampered in his divinations of that area, the same as we are. That accursed son of Gerion carries more magic in his blood than he is aware! Go, your message is delivered."
So Sechariab moves. He found my spy, do does he have any idea of what has passed than I? And what does he search for in the Skyne peaks? That blubbery dolt knew nothing, he was just to show them what was there; he had no idea of their true objective. Maybe he did, after all a traitor to one, can be a traitor to another. Probably best to deal with him; get what I can use from him before discarding the blubber into the melting vats, ff he has survived. I am certain he will very quickly come to rue the day he betrayed his previous master, instead of taking a merciful death at that half-fiend's hands.
A small smile on his lips he leaned back, sipping his wine.
Does it matter if Gerion's son is loose in the Skyne peaks, how much harm can one half-fiend do?