A short but eventful update.
Sagiro’s Story Hour, Part 309
Maybe Not the Destiny He Would Have Chosen
After the Company has left the Feline Conclave behind, winding their way down the misty forest path until they emerge into trackless forest, Aravis shares Inkspot's private opinions with the others.
“What disturbs me the most,” says Morningstar, “is that you died, were brought back to life, and are
still tainted from the Black Goo.”
“And that a
wish wasn't enough to fully get rid of it the first time,” Kibi adds.
Ernie squirms a bit.
“Hey, maybe a
miracle would work,' Dranko offers consolingly. “Divine magic could work where arcane stuff didn't.”
Aravis sighs. “I was really hoping that Destiny was done with me. I guess not.”
Dranko lights up a cigar. “You know, not all of us can be big deals. I've never had a Big Honking Destiny. And it's kind of boring. So you be happy that you're making a difference.”
A tentacle erupts from Dranko's chest.
Another bursts from his neck, then two more from his left leg, then another through his stomach. His friends are splattered with gore, rendered speechless with horror. The nausea of Cleaners is emanating from Dranko's twitching form in waves.
More and more tentacles come wriggling from all over Dranko's body until almost a dozen are protruding outward, waving grotesquely in the air. Finally one more pokes out of his left eye-socket, bursting his eyeball as it does so. This last tentacle holds a small glass vial in its suckered tip, and the others can see a small folded piece of paper inside the vial.
Dranko is no longer responding over the mind-link. Aravis reacts first, stepping forward and casting
temporal stasis on his ravaged friend. Dranko goes rigid, and the tentacles, while still flailing around, are no longer tearing larger holes in the half-orc's body. Morningstar casts
dismissal on the tentacles themselves but this has no effect.
“Dranko!” she screams. “Talk to us! Dranko!”
Dranko doesn't talk.
But he
is listening.
Oh, to be sure, he feels pain. It's excruciating, bringing to mind the feeling of being stretched apart by Lord Tapheon. But foremost in his thoughts is not the physical agony, or the distant cries of his friends. No, what Dranko is listening to is the Voice. It speaks directly in his mind, an ancient and unknowable intelligence from an unfathomable realm. Its thoughts are deep and gurgling.
“Dranko, I have answered your summons, and I have brought what you so desperately want. As is written in the ancient laws of the Void, I offer you a bargain. What I offer can bring you a victory greater than any your kind has ever known. Its lack will doom you to ruin. In return, I desire something of yours that you value greatly. Its import to you is its value to me – it must be something the loss of which you will feel keenly every remaining day of your tiny life. Perhaps the love of your wife, or the forgiveness of your grandfather. Perhaps your name, or your face. Your faith. Your swagger. The trust of your friends. You decide. I will return, and you may make your offer to me, and if I am pleased, I will give you your salvation, a thing whose value cannot be measured by the mere wealth of kingdoms. If I am not pleased, or if you have no offer, I will take you instead, a plaything in the darkness.”
Seconds after bursting out of Dranko, all of the tentacles retract and vanish. The glass vial is scraped off on Dranko's now-empty eye-socket. Dranko himself falls to the ground, rigid and unconscious. He should by rights be dead; only Aravis's
temporal stasis is keeping him in the land of the living.
Simultaneously, Aravis
dispels the stasis and Morningstar casts
heal. Dranko's eyes snap open, and he screams.
“Dranko,” Morningstar implores. “Please, please talk to me.”
“Oh,” says Dranko, looking up the face of his betrothed. “So that wasn't all just in my head.”
“Among other places,” says Flicker, trying to make light, although he, like everyone else, is trembling.
“This is officially the worst week of my life,” Dranko croaks.
Grey Wolf has plucked the bloody vial from the ground and removed the piece of paper inside.
“'Dranko was here,'” he reads aloud.
Dranko pales. “Oh. Yeah. That.”
“Took them a while to find you,” says Grey Wolf.
Ernie does a complete examination of Dranko, and concludes that after Morningstar's
heal, everything is fine. “Looks like there was no permanent harm,” he says.
Everyone looks at one another.
No permanent harm.
“So the Cleaners can even control my cigar smoke,” says Dranko with disgust. “Charming.”
Morningstar casts
detect evil and Dranko checks out clean.
Aravis sits down and shakes his head. “This is what happens when you play around in the Far Realms.”
“I didn't!” Dranko protests. “I threw one little bottle.”
Everyone just looks at him.
“So,” Dranko says. “Our options are, I get something and give something up, or I get dragged away and we're doomed to lose. That's the suckiest bargain I've ever heard!”
“And you shouldn't have to make it,” says Aravis. “We should destroy that Cleaner instead.”
“No, we can't” says Dranko dismally. “Because if it's correct, and I don't make a trade with it, we lose.”
“I don't think I believe that,” says Aravis.
“Me neither,” adds Morningstar. “We've chosen 'water.'”
“Look,” says Dranko. “There are things that make me what I am, that I would miss terribly, but that I would give up for the rest of you, and what we do. We've all made sacrifices.”
“You love your eye-patch,” Flicker suggests. “You could give that up!”
Morningstar glowers. “I don't trust the Cleaner to keep any bargain.”
“It doesn't matter if we trust it or not!” Dranko exclaims angrily. “The thing can rip through me out of nowhere and tear me to pieces!”
Aravis stays calm. “It just means we have to destroy it, or find a way to prevent it from harming you.”
Morningstar nods. “And how do we know it's done, if you give it what it's asking for?”
“Exactly,” Aravis agrees. “'...and here's another thing I want, and I'll kill you if you don't make a another bargain...'”
“You could give
me up,” offers Flicker. “And then, when I was dead, Morningstar could bring me back to life.”
“ I think if you were the terms of the bargain, we could never bring you back,” says Aravis.
“Oh.” Flicker ponders a moment. “Then let's think of something else.”
After a moment of quiet frustration, Dranko throws up his hands. “It seemed like such a good idea at the time! Who
else has thrown a bottle into the Far Realms?”
“Maybe there's a reason,” says Aravis. “When you go fishing in the Void, sometimes you latch onto the big one.”
Dranko hangs his head. “Yeah. I just wish this one was the one that got away.”
* *
The party has plenty of questions now about several topics; time for a
commune! Morningstar prays to Ell, and soon a holy presence is with her.
Is miracle
sufficient to remove the taint that's on Ernie or Aravis, as detected by the cats?”
NO
Do we have the means at our disposal to remove the taint from Aravis and Ernie?
YES
Is the information about those means currently in our basement?
NO
Is everything the tentacle monster said to Dranko true?
IT STRONGLY BELIEVES SO
Is there an upcoming battle we cannot win without its help?
I DON'T KNOW
“The future is written in water,” Aravis mutters.
If Dranko doesn't pay the monster's price, will it drag him into the Far Realms?
UNDOUBTEDLY
Do we have the means to prevent that, other than Dranko paying his part?
NO
Does the means at our disposal to cleanse Ernie and Aravis involve a Black Circle item or ritual?
NO
Kibi suggests asking: Would a wish
cast simultaneously with miracle
cleanse Aravis and Ernie?
YES
If Ernie or Aravis were to stand in an area while a series of hallows
were cast, would that be sufficient?
NO
Will the tentacle monster come back for Dranko within the next month?
YES
Within a week?
YES
Within three days?
NO
Will hallow
and miracle
together be sufficient to remove the taint of the Black Goo?
NO. IT MUST BE ARCANE AND DIVINE TOGETHER.
(Which makes sense, given the nature of the Black Circle)
“Arcane and divine together,” says Ernie. He looks pointedly at Aravis. “Who else do we know that fits that description? Hey, maybe Aravis is the only one who can fight the deity behind the Black Circle.”
“Huh,” says Dranko, as Aravis gulps. “You know, suddenly spending eternity in the Far Realms doesn't seem so bad.”
Will casting the Ritual of the Fourth Derivation cause the target to become aware that the Ritual has been performed?
NO
Did the tentacles cause the 'no permanent harm' message?
DRANKO'S CIGARS ARE OCCASIONALLY PROPHETIC.
Morningstar laughs, and says faintly, “You have prophetic cigars?”
Dranko laughs also, lights up, and blows some smoke.
Kibi is incredibly intelligent.
“Remember,” says Aravis. “Ell said 'occasionally.'”
...to be continued...