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<blockquote data-quote="Cheiromancer" data-source="post: 1441141" data-attributes="member: 141"><p><em>Originally posted by Sepulchrave II on 11-28-2004</em></p><p></p><p>** </p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>AFQITHAN - Part One</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>"Mulissu is dead," Daunton the Diviner announced to the assembled wizards.* </p><p></p><p>His words were greeted by a variety of reactions: by Troap, a look of stunned disbelief; by Tozinak – in the form of a sylph – with tears and a dramatic posture; by Waide, a smug grimace which conveyed the words 'I told you so – it was inevitable.' Jalael and Idro exhibited calm insouciance. A dozen other mages – and several of these were formidable in their own right – showed expressions which ranged from anguish, through curiosity, to total ignorance of the reclusive Savant's identity.</p><p></p><p>"Thank-you, Daunton," Waide said with nasal condescension. "Although…"</p><p></p><p>"There is more," Daunton interrupted, shooting the transmuter a look of barely concealed contempt. Waide surpassed him in terms of power, but Daunton enjoyed the respect of the entire magical community and the friendship of several influential personages – including Prince Tagur – outside of it. "An artifact bestowed upon her by Jovol has been stolen, along with other powerful items."</p><p></p><p>"She and Mostin were feuding, I hear," Waide ventured.</p><p></p><p>"Waide!" Daunton snapped. "There will be no rumourmongering and innuendo."</p><p></p><p>"It is hardly an idle thought," Waide persisted. "Mostin's assault upon Griel outside of the Claviger's domain is well known. Which <em>artifact</em> do you speak of?" Waide licked his lips.</p><p></p><p>"It is called the <em>web of motes</em>. It is potent."</p><p></p><p>"I have never heard of it," Waide sniffed.</p><p></p><p>"Nor I," Jalael agreed. "What is its purpose?"</p><p></p><p>Daunton sighed. "Divination," he said.</p><p></p><p>Waide laughed openly. "I think we can discern the purpose of your insistence upon this meeting, Daunton: you desire this item. And try telling me now that Mostin has no part in this."</p><p></p><p>"I make no such claim," the Diviner said dismissively. "But neither do I make the assertion that Mostin murdered Mulissu: he did not. Her own daughter, Iua, slew her. The priestesses of Jeshi confirm as much."</p><p></p><p>"Matricide?" Jalael said drily. "This gets more interesting. Where is Iua now?"</p><p></p><p>"I do not know. I suspect she is <em>mind blanked</em>. I have tried to discern her whereabouts twice."</p><p></p><p>"An accomplice?" Troap asked.</p><p></p><p>"Or a device," Daunton nodded. "Naturally, you suspect the former, Waide, and you suspect that it is Mostin."</p><p></p><p>"It is not his style," Tozinak sobbed. "He would have killed her with much more <em>panache</em>. Was Iua under a compulsion?"</p><p></p><p>"Perhaps. Graz'zt certainly bore Mulissu a grudge. He may have <em>dominated</em> Iua, although it would have been a potent compound spell to circumvent the temple wards – especially from Azzagrat. But the Prince had already personally assailed the Savant in her demiplane: hence her retreat to the Prime."</p><p></p><p>Waide's jaw dropped. "And she <em>survived</em>?"</p><p></p><p>Daunton nodded. "She was well prepared. Furthermore, Mostin anticipated the attack and provided a safe exit for her."</p><p></p><p>Waide swallowed nervously. Once he and the Alienist had been peers. But now he realized – and the knowledge caused him to grit his teeth in envy and frustration – that Mostin had utterly surpassed him.</p><p></p><p>"Had she other enemies?" Troap asked. </p><p></p><p>"Not to my knowledge – she carefully avoided making them, as a rule."</p><p></p><p>"How kind of Mostin to lend her one of his," Waide said snidely.</p><p></p><p>"It was Mulissu who invoked the cascade at Khu," Troap said drily, "not Mostin. I think that is enough to warrant the enmity of any number of powerful fiends."</p><p></p><p>"It was no doubt in response to Mostin's nagging," Waide replied.</p><p></p><p>"Because Mulissu was <em>so</em> weak-willed and impressionable, and Mostin <em>so</em> likes the company of celestials," Troap retorted acidly. The Goblin turned to Daunton. "Do you think the emerging Cheshne faction may have had a hand? They are in geographical proximity."</p><p></p><p>"The possibility had occurred to me," Daunton nodded. "Although a motive is harder to fathom."</p><p></p><p>"Mulissu could have crystallized magical resistance in Wyrish and Thalassine spellcasters, if it became required," Jalael suggested. "It may have been a preemptive strike."</p><p></p><p>"The Cult of Cheshne has never exhibited an historical desire to dominate in that manner," Daunton sighed. "Besides, why wait to remove her until <em>after</em> their arrival? And I am reluctant to pin every unfortunate event which transpires upon them – we do not <em>know</em> their agenda."</p><p></p><p>"<em>Not good</em>," Waide grumbled. "We know that much, at least. The Claviger may prove to be an aegis which we did not anticipate. Although maybe Jovol did."</p><p></p><p>"Jovol was not omniscient," Jalael grunted. "And his legacy has already stymied magical activity. It may yet deny us the ability to muster an effective defense."</p><p></p><p>"You seem fixated on some impending conflict, Jalael," Daunton scowled. "If it occurs – and I doubt that – it will likely be religious in nature, and will not concern us."</p><p></p><p>"If the <em>ugras</em> are invoked, I doubt they will make the distinction," Jalael smiled. "But the question remains: why now?"</p><p></p><p>"Nothing becomes," Daunton said grimly. "We cannot know <em>why</em> or <em>where</em>. Which brings me to events in the demiplane of Afqithan. I trust that we are all aware of what passes there?"</p><p></p><p>Jalael groaned. Tozinak fidgeted nervously. The other wizards evinced either blank stares or, in the case of Waide – ever reluctant to reveal his ignorance in such matters – an expression which could be interpreted as either inquisitiveness, or quiet understanding.</p><p></p><p>Daunton sighed. "I will tell you what I know – which is all that Mulissu related to me. Her information was, I don't doubt, incomplete. And I think that even those who are embroiled in its troubles have only a partial perspective."</p><p></p><p>"Mostin," Tozinak sighed.</p><p></p><p>"And Shomei," Daunton nodded. "But one could probably have inferred as much by their conspicuous absence from this meeting."</p><p></p><p>"The great luminaries of our magical brotherhood," Waide said snidely. "Do they even know of what has happened?"</p><p></p><p>"I issued a <em>sending</em> to Shomei," Daunton replied, "and instructed her to inform Mostin." The Diviner then proceeded to relate the tale of the <em>Ahma</em>, Graz'zt, Soneillon, and Afqithan.</p><p></p><p>After Daunton had completed his account, Tozinak – overly moved by the story – punctuated the silence with a long sigh.</p><p></p><p>"And the <em>web of motes</em>?" The Illusionist asked. "What exactly does it <em>do</em>?"</p><p></p><p>"It illuminates connections," Daunton explained. "Between people, places, thoughts, dreams, futures, and truths. It is the most potent object I have ever heard of."</p><p></p><p>"If Mulissu wasn't wildly exaggerating its power," Waide quipped.</p><p></p><p>"Why Mulissu?" The Necromancer Creq inquired. "She wasn't even Wyrish. Why did Jovol choose her?"</p><p></p><p>"Perhaps he liked her," Daunton snapped. He relaxed before continuing. "She was not alone. Shomei received something, as did Mostin, and Hlioth, and you, Waide. And you, Tozinak. All of those who took part in <em>binding</em> the Enforcer."</p><p></p><p>"And you?" Waide asked archly.</p><p></p><p>"A minor curio," Daunton answered. "I was the junior member, if you recall. Which, incidentally, leads me to another point: Jovol dwelt in the Thrumohars for fifty years, but where was his sanctum? There must still be a cache somewhere; a repository of knowledge and power."</p><p></p><p>"I have pondered this question," Jalael admitted. "And what else, Daunton. Have you heard what I have? I am apt to converse with demons, but I wonder what your sources tell you?"</p><p></p><p>"Rimilin," he nodded.</p><p></p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p></p><p>Nwm's eyes flashed open. He had been sitting beneath a fir-tree, listening to the soft <em>pad, pad</em> of an arctic fox, when he heard its pattern change in response to a new stimulus. Something else was close by. He waited.</p><p></p><p>The Druid inhaled sharply as she approached. She was beautiful. And curiously familiar.</p><p></p><p>She sat down in the snow before him, unabashed by her own nakedness, and smiled. Her skin possessed a soft, silver sheen, and her eyes – no longer demonic – were green within green.</p><p></p><p>"This is an unexpected pleasure," Nwm said wrily. "I should warn you: if my conversation seems stilted or awkward, it's because I haven't spoken for several months."</p><p></p><p>"Your social ineptitude was never much of a concern," she laughed.</p><p></p><p>"Can I assume that Eadric was successful in his efforts?" Nwm asked.</p><p></p><p>"Not yet." She raised an eyebrow. </p><p></p><p>"I am unsure as to whether I should worship you or not."</p><p></p><p>"That is your choice. It makes no difference to me. What were you doing?"</p><p></p><p>"You know, Nehael, I don't really know. Waiting for you, I suppose. I don't imagine that there's a rational explanation for your presence here?"</p><p></p><p>"Certainly not."</p><p></p><p>"And what happens now?" Nwm asked.</p><p></p><p>Nehael laughed. "I asked that very question myself."</p><p></p><p>"And what answer did you receive?"</p><p></p><p>"'A Viridity,'" she replied.</p><p></p><p>"That is suitably vague," Nwm sighed.</p><p></p><p>"Strange," Nehael said drily. "I had the same reaction. There is something that I would like to share with you, Nwm. A place."</p><p></p><p>"What sort of place?" Nwm asked suspiciously.</p><p></p><p>"A sanctuary. An island of Green. An unassailable bastion. A womb."</p><p></p><p>Nwm felt a frisson of excitement as she spoke, but his voice was sceptical. "In my experience, nowhere is unassailable."</p><p></p><p>"Prepare to change your mind," Nehael smiled. She held out her hand, and he took it. Stretching forwards, she lightly touched the bark of the tree.</p><p></p><p>"Step into the tree," she said.</p><p></p><p>They dissolved into an ocean of jade, emerald and celadon. Another Tree, which was the same tree – it was, in fact, all trees – appeared.</p><p></p><p>*</p><p></p><p>Nwm quaked. His mind screamed in fear, and soared in awe. His breath became rapid and shallow. He was dumbstruck, unwilling to believe, but knowing that it was there.</p><p></p><p>"Eadric's forebears would have referred to it as the Tree-<em>ludja</em>," Nehael said softly, touching the Tree. "Yours would have called it <em>Derv</em>.**"</p><p></p><p>"What have you become?" Nwm asked her.</p><p></p><p>"You know what I am," Nehael smiled. "I am merely Nehael. But now the way is open. You first showed it to me. She remembers. That is why it is Tree, and not Lake or Storm."</p><p></p><p>Nwm swallowed. She alluded to things which made him feel distinctly uncomfortable. Gingerly, he reached out. </p><p></p><p><em>Tree</em>, he knew.</p><p></p><p>He looked out from the blackthorn in the courtyard of Kyrtill's Burh; from a huge banyan in Afqithan, around which demons clashed furiously; from a hornbeam with white bark and silver leaves, beneath which a goddess meditated; from a viper-tree amid a grove in Azzagrat, where acid rained and fire burned; from a lonely olive-tree on a deserted island in Pandicule; from a celestial oak which rose, impossibly perfect, upon the Blessed Plain.</p><p></p><p>Nwm withdrew his perception, and looked at Nehael.</p><p></p><p>"How?" He asked.</p><p></p><p><em>This Way</em>, she showed him.***</p><p></p><p>"Is there more?"</p><p></p><p>"Oh, yes. There is much more."</p><p></p><p>"But to look into Hell? Oronthon's Heaven? These places are not…"</p><p></p><p>"Of the Green?" She offered. "I think you need to revise your understanding, Nwm. The Viridity is a transcendental principle: it does not care for conventional labels. <em>Green</em> just became a lot bigger."</p><p></p><p>"Who was the goddess beneath the tree?" He asked.</p><p></p><p>"Her name is Lai," Nehael smiled. "You will meet her in due course."</p><p></p><p>"What is her rôle?" He asked dubiously.</p><p></p><p>"She is a student. Of magic. Of nature. Her world is all but dead. You will like her – which is all to the good."</p><p></p><p>Nwm gave a quizzical look.</p><p></p><p>"A student needs a teacher," Nehael explained, "and a goddess needs a priest."</p><p></p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p></p><p>The <em>quiescence of the spheres</em> began exactly five seconds after the Eye of Cheshne – a large, reddish star linked with ill-fortune, miscarriage and death – anticulminated at the necropolis of Khu in the World of Men.</p><p></p><p>Thus, when Soneillon and her host arrived in Afqithan – together with the Balor Irzho and the demonist Rimilin of the Skin – a mortal would have breathed but once, before she waxed to her full power again. Her first act – before even Ainhorr had issued the telepathic command for his minions to descend upon the hordes of interlopers – was to utter an incantation which caused a shimmering wave to issue from her. Soneillon poured forth the void, transforming it, and buoying those hundreds who were closest to her with an ecstasy of negation.</p><p></p><p>The palrethees, succubi and other monsters – the half-fiendish lamias, medusae, harpies and hags which swarmed in the sky around the Demoness – greedily drank of the essence which their mistress lavished on them. Irzho and Rimilin – already bloated with Soneillon's unlight – swelled yet further. Koilimilou inhaled sharply as power coursed through her and her Will was sharpened and intensified, before she abruptly disappeared to sight. And Eadric watched in trepidation as Chaya – the succubus appointed to him – threw back her head and exulted.</p><p></p><p>As the impulse washed through the <em>Ahma</em>, visions of unbeing passed through his tortured consciousness. A sweet, lingering taste, heavy with the promise of annihilation. He glanced at Shomei's devils, borne upon the invocation's wind and magnified. They terrified him. He terrifed himself. And in his heart, he knew he was as potent as he had ever before been – save perhaps when he had fought at the Nund, where Grace had descended upon him. Now the darkest wards protected him. Blasphemy sustained him. </p><p></p><p>He drew his sword. At the limit of his vision, issuing in streams from Irknaan's citadel – unable to manifest closer, within the <em>quiescence of the spheres</em> – Ainhorr's demons were beginning to appear in ghastly flights and packs.</p><p></p><p><em>Fifteen minutes</em>, Mostin had said. It would all be resolved within fifteen minutes. The mental clamour of the demons was already threatening to overwhelm him.</p><p></p><p>Mostin vanished. A <em>bound</em> pseudodjinn – a grotesque parody which made Eadric grateful that Iua was <em>not</em> there – bore the Alienist on a course which, for the sake of convenience, they had arbitrarily determined as 'west': in Afqithan, there were no cardinal directions. He sped towards a second materializing force – Kostchtchie, mounted upon his wyrm, together with his bar-lgura. Mostin purposed to eliminate the demon as quickly as possible. Ortwin and Koilimilou were with him. The three were <em>invisible</em> and <em>mind blanked</em>.</p><p></p><p>The Alienist scowled. The air was rapidly becoming thick with varrangoin above Kostchtchie, pouring through a <em>teleportation circle</em>: they were a group whose presence he had not foreseen. Nhura and Jetheeg, together with hundreds of Loquai aristocrats and sidhe mercenaries mounted upon umbral griffons, moved towards the Demon Lord. A vast, black cloud of shadow demons followed them. The Alienist, Satyr and Cambion swiftly overtook them all. </p><p></p><p>[Ortwin]: How long, before we intercept?</p><p></p><p>[Mostin]: Ninety seconds, give or take. We need to be patient. We must stay <em>wind walking</em> until we reach the boundary of the <em>quiescence</em>. I will be far more effective at the interface.</p><p></p><p>Momentarily, he doubted. He feared that by the time they reached the invocation's limit, most of Kostchtchie's force would already be <em>inside</em> the <em>dimensionally locked</em> area – many of the leaping demons were pressing forwards restlessly. More <em>teleportation circles</em> were opening outside of the <em>quiescence</em>. Abyssal giants – some riding white dragons – were arriving from wherever Kostchtchie's main force had been concentrated.</p><p></p><p>Mostin cursed. One of the sorcerers in the Demon Lord's train must possess an extremely potent device – there was no way that the spell could have been repeatedly cast in such short time. Doubtless, one of the varrangoin: they were not natural <em>teleporters</em>, and moving large numbers of them effectively would otherwise prove problematic.</p><p></p><p>As they sped onwards, the Alienist grinned: Kostchtchie himself was not moving inside the <em>quiescence</em>. Evidently, the Ice Lord was reluctant to surrender his ability to instantly retreat.</p><p></p><p>[Mostin]: We must achieve the perfect position before the <em>wind walk</em> is dismissed. We should strike the Demon with everything we've got.</p><p></p><p>[Koilimilou]: Watch for the dragons. Their noses will catch us, even if their eyes can't.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>*The assembly of wizards, called by Daunton in his manse in Gibilrazen consisted of the Daunton himself (diviner 10/loremaster 5), an accomplished facilitator whose impartiality was renowned; <em>Waide</em> (transmuter 17), generally conceded to be a supercilious pedant; <em>Tozinak</em> (illusionist 18), often hysterical, and in a semi-volitional state of morphic flux; the green hag <em>Jalael</em> (evoker 13/archmage 2), known to have devoured her lovers on several occasions; <em>Sarpin</em> (illusionist 5/shadow adept 7), a Shade, and Jalael's current concubine; the goblin <em>Troap</em> (enchanter 14); <em>Gholu</em> (generalist 8/loremaster 4), a pompous eunuch and hoarder of useless magical curios; <em>Muthollo</em> (abjurer 12), a Bedeshi newcomer regarded with suspicion by the other wizards; <em>Tullifer</em> (transmuter 7/master alchemist 5), who evidenced a vulgar interest in commerce; the sprite <em>Shuk</em> (illusionist 10); <em>Droom of Morne</em> (evoker 12), who stood in minor contempt of the Injunction, and had had his lips magically sealed for one year; <em>Creq</em> (necromancer 11), who helped to perpetrate the worst stereotypes regarding his magical lineage; <em>Idro</em> (generalist 12), intellectually stunted and now verging on senile; <em>Wigdryt</em> (transmuter 9/plane shifter4) – a smoke mephit who had recently reappeared from a thirty-year retreat; and <em>Poylu</em> (enchantress 11), who dwelt in a well near the town of Banda in Ialde. </p><p>Ehieu (sorcerer 10/air savant 8), introduced to Daunton by Mulissu, was also present – although he found the proceedings tedious at best.</p><p></p><p>**The Tree probably deserves some explanation. Before the rise of Oronthonianism, the migrant Borchian tribes (from whom Eadric and his kin are descended) venerated nature spirits of various kinds, manifestations of different aspects of the <em>Hahio</em> ("Interwoven [Green]"). These facets ("<em>ludjas</em>") were numerous and diverse, and never fully systematized: for example there was a <em>ludja</em> for Stream, for Valley, for Gorse-bush, for Snow etc. etc. etc. Larger <em>ludjas</em> also subsumed smaller ones – e.g. the Stone-<em>ludja</em> superseded the Pebble-<em>ludja</em>, the Boulder-<em>ludja</em> etc. The three principal <em>ludjas</em> were considered to be Stone, Water and Tree.</p><p></p><p><em>Derv</em> is a Crixi word meaning "[prototypical or archetypal] Tree." There was considerable overlap and syncretism between early beliefs in the peoples who predated the foundation of Wyre, and certain concepts were held to be parallels of one another – <em>Derv</em> and the Tree-<em>ludja</em> possessed an obvious identity. For <em>Derv</em> to be an actual <em>tree</em> however was almost nonsensical from Nwm's perspective: it is like being shown the Platonic ideal of "Tree", manifested and fully real.</p><p></p><p>***Several new spells would be revealed to Nwm by Nehael.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cheiromancer, post: 1441141, member: 141"] [i]Originally posted by Sepulchrave II on 11-28-2004[/i] ** [B]AFQITHAN - Part One[/B] "Mulissu is dead," Daunton the Diviner announced to the assembled wizards.* His words were greeted by a variety of reactions: by Troap, a look of stunned disbelief; by Tozinak – in the form of a sylph – with tears and a dramatic posture; by Waide, a smug grimace which conveyed the words 'I told you so – it was inevitable.' Jalael and Idro exhibited calm insouciance. A dozen other mages – and several of these were formidable in their own right – showed expressions which ranged from anguish, through curiosity, to total ignorance of the reclusive Savant's identity. "Thank-you, Daunton," Waide said with nasal condescension. "Although…" "There is more," Daunton interrupted, shooting the transmuter a look of barely concealed contempt. Waide surpassed him in terms of power, but Daunton enjoyed the respect of the entire magical community and the friendship of several influential personages – including Prince Tagur – outside of it. "An artifact bestowed upon her by Jovol has been stolen, along with other powerful items." "She and Mostin were feuding, I hear," Waide ventured. "Waide!" Daunton snapped. "There will be no rumourmongering and innuendo." "It is hardly an idle thought," Waide persisted. "Mostin's assault upon Griel outside of the Claviger's domain is well known. Which [I]artifact[/I] do you speak of?" Waide licked his lips. "It is called the [I]web of motes[/I]. It is potent." "I have never heard of it," Waide sniffed. "Nor I," Jalael agreed. "What is its purpose?" Daunton sighed. "Divination," he said. Waide laughed openly. "I think we can discern the purpose of your insistence upon this meeting, Daunton: you desire this item. And try telling me now that Mostin has no part in this." "I make no such claim," the Diviner said dismissively. "But neither do I make the assertion that Mostin murdered Mulissu: he did not. Her own daughter, Iua, slew her. The priestesses of Jeshi confirm as much." "Matricide?" Jalael said drily. "This gets more interesting. Where is Iua now?" "I do not know. I suspect she is [I]mind blanked[/I]. I have tried to discern her whereabouts twice." "An accomplice?" Troap asked. "Or a device," Daunton nodded. "Naturally, you suspect the former, Waide, and you suspect that it is Mostin." "It is not his style," Tozinak sobbed. "He would have killed her with much more [I]panache[/I]. Was Iua under a compulsion?" "Perhaps. Graz'zt certainly bore Mulissu a grudge. He may have [I]dominated[/I] Iua, although it would have been a potent compound spell to circumvent the temple wards – especially from Azzagrat. But the Prince had already personally assailed the Savant in her demiplane: hence her retreat to the Prime." Waide's jaw dropped. "And she [I]survived[/I]?" Daunton nodded. "She was well prepared. Furthermore, Mostin anticipated the attack and provided a safe exit for her." Waide swallowed nervously. Once he and the Alienist had been peers. But now he realized – and the knowledge caused him to grit his teeth in envy and frustration – that Mostin had utterly surpassed him. "Had she other enemies?" Troap asked. "Not to my knowledge – she carefully avoided making them, as a rule." "How kind of Mostin to lend her one of his," Waide said snidely. "It was Mulissu who invoked the cascade at Khu," Troap said drily, "not Mostin. I think that is enough to warrant the enmity of any number of powerful fiends." "It was no doubt in response to Mostin's nagging," Waide replied. "Because Mulissu was [I]so[/I] weak-willed and impressionable, and Mostin [I]so[/I] likes the company of celestials," Troap retorted acidly. The Goblin turned to Daunton. "Do you think the emerging Cheshne faction may have had a hand? They are in geographical proximity." "The possibility had occurred to me," Daunton nodded. "Although a motive is harder to fathom." "Mulissu could have crystallized magical resistance in Wyrish and Thalassine spellcasters, if it became required," Jalael suggested. "It may have been a preemptive strike." "The Cult of Cheshne has never exhibited an historical desire to dominate in that manner," Daunton sighed. "Besides, why wait to remove her until [I]after[/I] their arrival? And I am reluctant to pin every unfortunate event which transpires upon them – we do not [I]know[/I] their agenda." "[I]Not good[/I]," Waide grumbled. "We know that much, at least. The Claviger may prove to be an aegis which we did not anticipate. Although maybe Jovol did." "Jovol was not omniscient," Jalael grunted. "And his legacy has already stymied magical activity. It may yet deny us the ability to muster an effective defense." "You seem fixated on some impending conflict, Jalael," Daunton scowled. "If it occurs – and I doubt that – it will likely be religious in nature, and will not concern us." "If the [I]ugras[/I] are invoked, I doubt they will make the distinction," Jalael smiled. "But the question remains: why now?" "Nothing becomes," Daunton said grimly. "We cannot know [I]why[/I] or [I]where[/I]. Which brings me to events in the demiplane of Afqithan. I trust that we are all aware of what passes there?" Jalael groaned. Tozinak fidgeted nervously. The other wizards evinced either blank stares or, in the case of Waide – ever reluctant to reveal his ignorance in such matters – an expression which could be interpreted as either inquisitiveness, or quiet understanding. Daunton sighed. "I will tell you what I know – which is all that Mulissu related to me. Her information was, I don't doubt, incomplete. And I think that even those who are embroiled in its troubles have only a partial perspective." "Mostin," Tozinak sighed. "And Shomei," Daunton nodded. "But one could probably have inferred as much by their conspicuous absence from this meeting." "The great luminaries of our magical brotherhood," Waide said snidely. "Do they even know of what has happened?" "I issued a [I]sending[/I] to Shomei," Daunton replied, "and instructed her to inform Mostin." The Diviner then proceeded to relate the tale of the [I]Ahma[/I], Graz'zt, Soneillon, and Afqithan. After Daunton had completed his account, Tozinak – overly moved by the story – punctuated the silence with a long sigh. "And the [I]web of motes[/I]?" The Illusionist asked. "What exactly does it [I]do[/I]?" "It illuminates connections," Daunton explained. "Between people, places, thoughts, dreams, futures, and truths. It is the most potent object I have ever heard of." "If Mulissu wasn't wildly exaggerating its power," Waide quipped. "Why Mulissu?" The Necromancer Creq inquired. "She wasn't even Wyrish. Why did Jovol choose her?" "Perhaps he liked her," Daunton snapped. He relaxed before continuing. "She was not alone. Shomei received something, as did Mostin, and Hlioth, and you, Waide. And you, Tozinak. All of those who took part in [I]binding[/I] the Enforcer." "And you?" Waide asked archly. "A minor curio," Daunton answered. "I was the junior member, if you recall. Which, incidentally, leads me to another point: Jovol dwelt in the Thrumohars for fifty years, but where was his sanctum? There must still be a cache somewhere; a repository of knowledge and power." "I have pondered this question," Jalael admitted. "And what else, Daunton. Have you heard what I have? I am apt to converse with demons, but I wonder what your sources tell you?" "Rimilin," he nodded. ** Nwm's eyes flashed open. He had been sitting beneath a fir-tree, listening to the soft [I]pad, pad[/I] of an arctic fox, when he heard its pattern change in response to a new stimulus. Something else was close by. He waited. The Druid inhaled sharply as she approached. She was beautiful. And curiously familiar. She sat down in the snow before him, unabashed by her own nakedness, and smiled. Her skin possessed a soft, silver sheen, and her eyes – no longer demonic – were green within green. "This is an unexpected pleasure," Nwm said wrily. "I should warn you: if my conversation seems stilted or awkward, it's because I haven't spoken for several months." "Your social ineptitude was never much of a concern," she laughed. "Can I assume that Eadric was successful in his efforts?" Nwm asked. "Not yet." She raised an eyebrow. "I am unsure as to whether I should worship you or not." "That is your choice. It makes no difference to me. What were you doing?" "You know, Nehael, I don't really know. Waiting for you, I suppose. I don't imagine that there's a rational explanation for your presence here?" "Certainly not." "And what happens now?" Nwm asked. Nehael laughed. "I asked that very question myself." "And what answer did you receive?" "'A Viridity,'" she replied. "That is suitably vague," Nwm sighed. "Strange," Nehael said drily. "I had the same reaction. There is something that I would like to share with you, Nwm. A place." "What sort of place?" Nwm asked suspiciously. "A sanctuary. An island of Green. An unassailable bastion. A womb." Nwm felt a frisson of excitement as she spoke, but his voice was sceptical. "In my experience, nowhere is unassailable." "Prepare to change your mind," Nehael smiled. She held out her hand, and he took it. Stretching forwards, she lightly touched the bark of the tree. "Step into the tree," she said. They dissolved into an ocean of jade, emerald and celadon. Another Tree, which was the same tree – it was, in fact, all trees – appeared. * Nwm quaked. His mind screamed in fear, and soared in awe. His breath became rapid and shallow. He was dumbstruck, unwilling to believe, but knowing that it was there. "Eadric's forebears would have referred to it as the Tree-[I]ludja[/I]," Nehael said softly, touching the Tree. "Yours would have called it [I]Derv[/I].**" "What have you become?" Nwm asked her. "You know what I am," Nehael smiled. "I am merely Nehael. But now the way is open. You first showed it to me. She remembers. That is why it is Tree, and not Lake or Storm." Nwm swallowed. She alluded to things which made him feel distinctly uncomfortable. Gingerly, he reached out. [I]Tree[/I], he knew. He looked out from the blackthorn in the courtyard of Kyrtill's Burh; from a huge banyan in Afqithan, around which demons clashed furiously; from a hornbeam with white bark and silver leaves, beneath which a goddess meditated; from a viper-tree amid a grove in Azzagrat, where acid rained and fire burned; from a lonely olive-tree on a deserted island in Pandicule; from a celestial oak which rose, impossibly perfect, upon the Blessed Plain. Nwm withdrew his perception, and looked at Nehael. "How?" He asked. [I]This Way[/I], she showed him.*** "Is there more?" "Oh, yes. There is much more." "But to look into Hell? Oronthon's Heaven? These places are not…" "Of the Green?" She offered. "I think you need to revise your understanding, Nwm. The Viridity is a transcendental principle: it does not care for conventional labels. [I]Green[/I] just became a lot bigger." "Who was the goddess beneath the tree?" He asked. "Her name is Lai," Nehael smiled. "You will meet her in due course." "What is her rôle?" He asked dubiously. "She is a student. Of magic. Of nature. Her world is all but dead. You will like her – which is all to the good." Nwm gave a quizzical look. "A student needs a teacher," Nehael explained, "and a goddess needs a priest." ** The [I]quiescence of the spheres[/I] began exactly five seconds after the Eye of Cheshne – a large, reddish star linked with ill-fortune, miscarriage and death – anticulminated at the necropolis of Khu in the World of Men. Thus, when Soneillon and her host arrived in Afqithan – together with the Balor Irzho and the demonist Rimilin of the Skin – a mortal would have breathed but once, before she waxed to her full power again. Her first act – before even Ainhorr had issued the telepathic command for his minions to descend upon the hordes of interlopers – was to utter an incantation which caused a shimmering wave to issue from her. Soneillon poured forth the void, transforming it, and buoying those hundreds who were closest to her with an ecstasy of negation. The palrethees, succubi and other monsters – the half-fiendish lamias, medusae, harpies and hags which swarmed in the sky around the Demoness – greedily drank of the essence which their mistress lavished on them. Irzho and Rimilin – already bloated with Soneillon's unlight – swelled yet further. Koilimilou inhaled sharply as power coursed through her and her Will was sharpened and intensified, before she abruptly disappeared to sight. And Eadric watched in trepidation as Chaya – the succubus appointed to him – threw back her head and exulted. As the impulse washed through the [I]Ahma[/I], visions of unbeing passed through his tortured consciousness. A sweet, lingering taste, heavy with the promise of annihilation. He glanced at Shomei's devils, borne upon the invocation's wind and magnified. They terrified him. He terrifed himself. And in his heart, he knew he was as potent as he had ever before been – save perhaps when he had fought at the Nund, where Grace had descended upon him. Now the darkest wards protected him. Blasphemy sustained him. He drew his sword. At the limit of his vision, issuing in streams from Irknaan's citadel – unable to manifest closer, within the [I]quiescence of the spheres[/I] – Ainhorr's demons were beginning to appear in ghastly flights and packs. [I]Fifteen minutes[/I], Mostin had said. It would all be resolved within fifteen minutes. The mental clamour of the demons was already threatening to overwhelm him. Mostin vanished. A [I]bound[/I] pseudodjinn – a grotesque parody which made Eadric grateful that Iua was [I]not[/I] there – bore the Alienist on a course which, for the sake of convenience, they had arbitrarily determined as 'west': in Afqithan, there were no cardinal directions. He sped towards a second materializing force – Kostchtchie, mounted upon his wyrm, together with his bar-lgura. Mostin purposed to eliminate the demon as quickly as possible. Ortwin and Koilimilou were with him. The three were [I]invisible[/I] and [I]mind blanked[/I]. The Alienist scowled. The air was rapidly becoming thick with varrangoin above Kostchtchie, pouring through a [I]teleportation circle[/I]: they were a group whose presence he had not foreseen. Nhura and Jetheeg, together with hundreds of Loquai aristocrats and sidhe mercenaries mounted upon umbral griffons, moved towards the Demon Lord. A vast, black cloud of shadow demons followed them. The Alienist, Satyr and Cambion swiftly overtook them all. [Ortwin]: How long, before we intercept? [Mostin]: Ninety seconds, give or take. We need to be patient. We must stay [I]wind walking[/I] until we reach the boundary of the [I]quiescence[/I]. I will be far more effective at the interface. Momentarily, he doubted. He feared that by the time they reached the invocation's limit, most of Kostchtchie's force would already be [I]inside[/I] the [I]dimensionally locked[/I] area – many of the leaping demons were pressing forwards restlessly. More [I]teleportation circles[/I] were opening outside of the [I]quiescence[/I]. Abyssal giants – some riding white dragons – were arriving from wherever Kostchtchie's main force had been concentrated. Mostin cursed. One of the sorcerers in the Demon Lord's train must possess an extremely potent device – there was no way that the spell could have been repeatedly cast in such short time. Doubtless, one of the varrangoin: they were not natural [I]teleporters[/I], and moving large numbers of them effectively would otherwise prove problematic. As they sped onwards, the Alienist grinned: Kostchtchie himself was not moving inside the [I]quiescence[/I]. Evidently, the Ice Lord was reluctant to surrender his ability to instantly retreat. [Mostin]: We must achieve the perfect position before the [I]wind walk[/I] is dismissed. We should strike the Demon with everything we've got. [Koilimilou]: Watch for the dragons. Their noses will catch us, even if their eyes can't. *The assembly of wizards, called by Daunton in his manse in Gibilrazen consisted of the Daunton himself (diviner 10/loremaster 5), an accomplished facilitator whose impartiality was renowned; [I]Waide[/I] (transmuter 17), generally conceded to be a supercilious pedant; [I]Tozinak[/I] (illusionist 18), often hysterical, and in a semi-volitional state of morphic flux; the green hag [I]Jalael[/I] (evoker 13/archmage 2), known to have devoured her lovers on several occasions; [I]Sarpin[/I] (illusionist 5/shadow adept 7), a Shade, and Jalael's current concubine; the goblin [I]Troap[/I] (enchanter 14); [I]Gholu[/I] (generalist 8/loremaster 4), a pompous eunuch and hoarder of useless magical curios; [I]Muthollo[/I] (abjurer 12), a Bedeshi newcomer regarded with suspicion by the other wizards; [I]Tullifer[/I] (transmuter 7/master alchemist 5), who evidenced a vulgar interest in commerce; the sprite [I]Shuk[/I] (illusionist 10); [I]Droom of Morne[/I] (evoker 12), who stood in minor contempt of the Injunction, and had had his lips magically sealed for one year; [I]Creq[/I] (necromancer 11), who helped to perpetrate the worst stereotypes regarding his magical lineage; [I]Idro[/I] (generalist 12), intellectually stunted and now verging on senile; [I]Wigdryt[/I] (transmuter 9/plane shifter4) – a smoke mephit who had recently reappeared from a thirty-year retreat; and [I]Poylu[/I] (enchantress 11), who dwelt in a well near the town of Banda in Ialde. Ehieu (sorcerer 10/air savant 8), introduced to Daunton by Mulissu, was also present – although he found the proceedings tedious at best. **The Tree probably deserves some explanation. Before the rise of Oronthonianism, the migrant Borchian tribes (from whom Eadric and his kin are descended) venerated nature spirits of various kinds, manifestations of different aspects of the [I]Hahio[/I] ("Interwoven [Green]"). These facets ("[I]ludjas[/I]") were numerous and diverse, and never fully systematized: for example there was a [I]ludja[/I] for Stream, for Valley, for Gorse-bush, for Snow etc. etc. etc. Larger [I]ludjas[/I] also subsumed smaller ones – e.g. the Stone-[I]ludja[/I] superseded the Pebble-[I]ludja[/I], the Boulder-[I]ludja[/I] etc. The three principal [I]ludjas[/I] were considered to be Stone, Water and Tree. [I]Derv[/I] is a Crixi word meaning "[prototypical or archetypal] Tree." There was considerable overlap and syncretism between early beliefs in the peoples who predated the foundation of Wyre, and certain concepts were held to be parallels of one another – [I]Derv[/I] and the Tree-[I]ludja[/I] possessed an obvious identity. For [I]Derv[/I] to be an actual [I]tree[/I] however was almost nonsensical from Nwm's perspective: it is like being shown the Platonic ideal of "Tree", manifested and fully real. ***Several new spells would be revealed to Nwm by Nehael. [/QUOTE]
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