Arcanis: Gonnes, Sons, and Treasure Runs (COMPLETED)

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Hidden Greed: Part 5c – Face Off

The world went white. Kham saw Vlad through the walls of Pallas’ home. He was standing outside, waiting for the signal. They all knew the signal was the sound of gunfire. But by then it would be too late.

Vlad was better armed and armored than Kham. Besides, there was no time. He had only seconds to react…

And yet time didn’t move at all in the space between spaces. He looked up at the sky. It was filled with a terrible whiteness; only the stars twinkled blackly above him.

Kham stepped into Vlad’s place. The two were instantly shunted through Carcosa.

Everything happened at once. Vlad fell backwards from the blast of Pallas’ pistols, unprepared from the sudden switch in positions between he and Kham. Ilmarė skidded into the room, thinblade drawn.

A bright red hammer, the hammer of Althares, appeared before her. She ducked as it took a swing, smashing apart the table and the teacups where Kham and Pallas had sat moments before.

Kham entered the room again from outside. “Pallas, you’ve got to stop this! We can talk to the Altherian delegation…”

“I am the Altherian delegation!” Pallas shouted. He reloaded one of his pistols. “Some day you’ll understand what it means to sacrifice everything for your family, like your father did…I’ll tell him you said hello.”

Pallas aimed for the alchemical equipment.

Kham reached for him. “No! Wait—“

Vlad leaped to his feet and stood with Grungronazharr held before him.

The bullet spiraled from Pallas’ pistol, igniting the raw phosphorous mixed there. A bright explosion of colorful flames swept over them…

 

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Hidden Greed: Conclusion

With the eggs found and recovered, the threat to Saeber was over. The ss’resen escort waited in the hills; they were incredibly overjoyed to have the eggs returned to them.

“We are greatly indebted to you for preventing a war,” said Lonnek to Vlad. “You saved our village. It may not mean a lot in the big scheme of things, but it’s our entire world.”

Vlad accepted the thanks graciously.

“I apologize, I must leave now to speak with the ss’ressen. I’ve just received word that four of them are at the gates, waving a flag of peace.”

“Of course,” Vlad said with a slight smile. “Tell Shatterscale I said hello.”

He walked back over to Kham, who stood alone by himself. “You all right?”

“For a guy who just walked through Carcosa, I’m great,” Kham said sourly. “I didn’t really understand what was going to happen there. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Vlad said with a shy smile. “Although I’d appreciate some warning next time.”

Ilmarė joined them. “Carcosa is becoming more a part of you every day.” She looked at Kham strangely. “Be careful.”

Vlad cleared his throat. Kham was wrapping up an urn in some cloth.

“Pallas was a good man,” said Kham.

“He was a man of conviction. He would have been a worthy opponent in the coming war.” It was the best compliment Ilmarė could give a human.

“I don’t think anyone doubts that, Kham,” said Vlad. “The eggs were salvageable, thanks to you. Calactyte’s tribe will survive. And Milandir didn’t get embroiled in yet another war. We did some real good here.”

They couldn’t help but notice that two of Pallas’ finely crafted pistols hung from Kham’s holsters.

“Taking his belongings for safekeeping?” Ilmarė indicated the urn.

Kham finished wrapping the urn and put it in his backpack. “You could say that. His pistols and these ashes are all I have left of Pallas. When we get to Altheria, I’ll see to it he receives a proper burial.”

Vlad looked out at the land beyond Saeber’s walls. “I can’t help but wonder what happened to Cal.”

“My guess is he went after the mercenaries Pallas hired,” said Ilmarė. “By all accounts they were headed to Coryan.”

“We can find lodging in Moratavia,” said Vlad. “It’s not too far a hike from here.”

They packed up the rest of the belongings and walked out the front gate, where the ss’ressen had invaded only days before.

Kham took one last look at the town. After a moment, he tossed the symbol of Yig that K’Stallo had given him to the ground.

“We’re even.”

Then he left Saeber to its festivities and negotiations.

 

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Chapter 44: Songs That Stir the Darkest Heart - Introduction

This is a Year One Living Arcanis adventure, “Songs That Stir the Darkest Heart” by Rene’ Alfonso, set in the Arcanis setting. You can read more about Arcanis at Onara Online. Please note: This adventure contains spoilers!

Our cast of characters includes:

• Dungeon Master: Michael Tresca (http://michael.tresca.net)
• Kham Val’Abebi (val rogue/psychic warrior) played by Jeremy Ortiz (http://www.ninjarobotstudios.com)
• Beldin Soulforge (dwarf fighter) played by Joe Lalumia
• Sebastian Arnyal (dark-kin sorcerer) played by George Webster

This adventure is filled with drama and dark secrets, so as usual I tied them all together, conveniently providing plenty of angst for Sebastian, Vlad, and Ilmarė, respectively. Of course, I had expected Vlad and Ilmarė to be playing this session, a marathon session that included four adventures. But alas, things didn’t work out that way, so I adjusted the plot.

I’m actually happy with how things worked out, including why both major characters weren’t present. Kham’s powers come in handy, Beldin’s new role as a Dwarven Defender saves peoples lives, and Sebastian blows stuff up real good…when he’s not jogging to a location because no horse will carry him.

At least now, Kham’s background isn’t the only messed up family we get to hear about.

 

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Songs: Prologue

“I don’t understand,” asked Kham again. “Why are we in Postrava?”

Vlad shrugged. “Duke Adolphos feels that the recent raids in Milandir are a potential problem for Moratavia as well. He wants me to deal with it.”

“That doesn’t explain why I’m here. Or the elf.”

“Ilmarė wanted to go,” said Vlad with a shrug. “She went on ahead of us. I also sent word for Sebastian and Beldin to meet us there. As for you,” he flashed Kham a smile, “you’re here because you’re my friend.”

Kham rolled his eyes.

They stopped talking as they approached the periphery of the town. Two guardsmen in leather armor, carrying longswords and short bows, met them.

“Welcome to Postrava. May I ask your business in our fair city?”

Vlad leaned forward. “Business and pleasure my friend. I’m Vlad Martell, Bailiff for Duke Adolphos val’Tensen. Kham is a friend of mine. I’m here to see the Lady Sounshay val’Dellenov regarding a matter of great urgency.”

With this, he handed the guard a writ with Lady Sounshay’s personal seal. The guard reviewed it carefully.

“Praised be the will of Saluwe’. We could certainly use your help against those blasted goblins.” With that, he let them pass.

After about five minutes of travel within the town limits, they came to a stop. Ahead was a curious sign that read, “Splintered Oak Tavern and Inn.” It was carved out of a dead tree trunk about six feet high and three feet in diameter.

“Not a fancy town, is it?” observed Kham.

The buildings and structures of Postrava were not as elegant as those in Tralia. The people dressed more casual, and the clothing they wore was not as expensive or luxurious. It was a rustic community with a humble atmosphere about it.

A woman in green robes with autumn-colored symbols of Saluwe’ waited for them at the door. Her robes had a mistletoe and nightshade design on it. She was quite slender and tall at nearly six feet, with hair as dark as night.

She saw Vlad and smiled. “Greetings again, old friend. I almost thought you would miss the show, but thankfully you made it just in time.”

Kham arched an eyebrow as he looked back and forth between the two of them. For once he kept his mouth shut.

Vlad bowed slightly before his friend. “I’ve come about the goblins plaguing the western villages. I invited my companions to the show. Some are probably inside already. I hope I have not overstepped my boundaries in doing so?”

“Nonsense my friend.” Lady Sounshay smiled at him. “I trust your instincts, even if I don’t trust your liege.”

She led them inside. The tavern was like any other except for the emphasis on motifs that expressed the val’Dellenov fondness for nature. There was a stage area set up for performers. Judging by the refined dress and appearance of those sitting at the tables closest to the stage, it was obvious they were persons of nobility, wealth, and prominence.

Kham couldn’t resist. “No love for Adolphos, eh?”

“No,” said Vlad.

“But plenty for you, hmm?”

Vlad shot him a glare as they were led over to a reserved table. Sebastian the dark-kin, Beldin the dwarf, and Ilmarė the elorii were already seated. Lady Sounshay joined them.

After introductions were made and meals ordered, they got down to business.

“By now you have all seen that Postrava is certainly not the bustling community that other cities are. Many have gone so far as to call it a backwater town.” Her gaze flicked to Vlad. Kham figured out what it was Sounshay didn’t like about Adolphos.

“I could care less about their opinion. We live in harmony with our surroundings, which have benefited us greatly. Unfortunately, not all creatures have that same desire.” She had a stern look in her olive-green eyes. “Goblins have been raiding villages on the western outskirts of the town with great frequency as of late, and there have been losses of loyal citizens.”

Lady Sounshay clenched her fist. “I will not suffer these attacks any longer. We tried to handle it with reason, but it seems those vermin must be dealt with forcefully. Our cantons are spread thin, covering as much area as they can, but we would gladly welcome reinforcements. Help us in this matter and each of you will be paid one hundred Imperials.”

“We will help however we can,” said Vlad.

A guard stepped up to Sounshay. “My lady, the Alderinn family needs you. It seems Emerra has gone into labor. They need your assistance immediately.”

Sounshay nodded. “I had a feeling it would be any day now.” She turned back to the table. “My apologies, but I must leave now. However, I shall return as soon as possible. For the time being, stay here and enjoy the show with my friend Vlad. Anulee Galen is quite a talented bard.”

Vlad and Kham exchanged looks.

“Did she say Galen?”

Then the lights dimmed and the once loud and jovial crowd hushed into silence.

 

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Songs: Part 1a – The Splintered Oak

For a brief moment, all of the patrons saw nothing before them. Then, from the center of the stage, sparkles of multicolored lights began to light the room with a soft glow. On stage stood perhaps the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen. With ice-blue eyes and azure hair with streaks of white, she bore an almost angelic appearance. As she glided towards the front of the stage, her movements were both graceful and effortless, as if she were walking on clouds.

She smiled. “Hello my friends. I am Anulee Galen and here is my gift to all of you. I hope you enjoy it.”

With that, she turned and, with a wave of her hand, the lights in the room began to swirl slowly, changing colors periodically. She began her song, a crescendo of glory. Form that point on, the audience could only stare in awe.

“That’s not your mom, is it?” asked Kham.

Ilmarė practically snarled at him. “No.”

“So that’s got to be your sister. Older or younger?”

“Older.”

Kham whistled softly. “No wonder why you’re so bitter.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He sat back, pretending to be paying attention to the show.

Ilmarė abruptly got up and left the room. She was the only one to get up from her chair.

Anulee ended her song and all the patrons rose to their feet to thunderous applause.

As a comely young man stepped towards Anulee, her eyes widened and she stutter-stepped away from him.

Suddenly, the front door of the tavern burst open with a resounding thud. A middle-aged man rushed in, carrying the bloodied and battered body of a robed elf.

“Please!” he shouted. “Somebody help me! Another elf lies in the alley nearby. This one is near death himself!”

Vlad and Kham shouted at the same time: “Ilmarė!”

 

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Songs: Part 1b – The Splintered Oak

“Clear a table!”

Anulee let out a piercing scream. “Persius, my love, what have they done to you?”

Anulee rushed to her lover’s side with her two powerfully built Marokene bodyguards behind her. She grasped Persius’ hand as he was laid on the table.

“His wounds are bad,” said Sebastian. There was a deep gouge in Persius’ chest, severe swelling in his face, and his breathing grew slower and weaker. “Unless something is done quickly, he will not survive.”

Beldin popped a potion vial open and put it the elorii’s lips. “This should do it.”

Vlad burst the door open, carrying an unconscious Ilmarė. He laid her on the table next to Persius.

“We saved her just in time,” said Kham. “She’s hurt bad.”

As the curative effect took over, Persius turned his head weakly to look at Anulee. His left eye was swollen shut from the severe beating.

The man who brought him in began shouting for everyone to give the elves some room.

Persius turned his attention to Kuros, who was standing next to Anulee. He raised an enfeebled arm and pointed directly at Kuros. “Murderer!” He grit his teeth in rage and agony. “You tried to kill my friend, and you tried to do the same to me in order to take her from my heart!”

The strain proved too much for him. He passed out, his arm falling limply at his side.

Moments later, Lady Sounshay rushed into the tavern with four armed guards at her side. As she stared at the grisly sight, she cast a spell, placing her holy symbol upon both elves’ chests. Upon completion, the worst wounds on the eloriis’ bodies started to seal up.

She turned to Kuros. “By order of the val’Dellenov family and in accordance with the just laws of Milandir you are hereby placed under arrest for murder and attempted murder. Take him away this instant!”

With that, four armed guards wrestled Kuros to the ground as he proclaimed his innocence. A torrent of vulgarity filled the air. He flailed away at the guards, which despite outnumbering him four to one could barely hold him down.

They dragged him away kicking and screaming. Lady Sounshay ordered the bouncer to carry Persius and Ilmarė upstairs to Anulee’s room to rest.

She turned to Vlad as she wiped the blood off her holy symbol. “Come with me. We have much to discuss.”

 

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Songs: Part 2a – The Questioning

Lady Sounshay met them at a private room in the local prison. When they arrived, Kuros’ screaming was still audible.

“I know that I originally asked your friends to help us with the goblin problem, but I fear this is a scandalous situation waiting to explode. Persius, in addition to being Anulee’s lover, is also an ambassador from the elorii of the Vastwood Forest nearby. I cannot afford armed conflict against the elves, especially since many still have the bitterness of their dead gods burning in their souls.”

“Tell me about it,” muttered Kham.

“Add to that the spike in the goblin threat and our resources are taxed beyond our means. Your reputations leave me confident that you will assist me. Kuros proclaims his innocence, but I have my doubts. Then again, anything is possible.”

“We will be glad to assist,” said Vlad.

Sounshay shook her had. “Not you. I need your help against the goblins. I meant your friends.”

“Oh,” Vlad looked startled.

“Anything to help out a bitter elorii,” said Kham.

“She’s our friend too,” added Sebastian. “We’ll do whatever we can.” Beldin nodded in agreement.

Satisfied, Sounshay continued. “Kuros’ father, Venton, has been summoned and he should be here shortly. I can tell you that dealing with that man is like swallowing snake venom: both painful and bitter. I’ll handle him for now. I’ve arranged for you to question Kuros regarding this situation, but please be tactful. This is an investigation, not a wizard’s hunt.”

Sebastian shot Kham a look as Sounshay escorted them out and pointed the way to Kuros’ cell.

 

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Songs: Part 2b – The Questioning

When they got to Kuros’ cell, he was still going off in a raging tantrum, pounding his fists against the bars until his knuckles bled.

“Calm down,” said Sebastian in a quiet voice. “We’re here to help you.”

“I’m innocent! This is ridiculous!”

“I’m sure it is, but we’re just trying to sort out what happened and everyone’s a little tense right now. Do you mind if I come in and sit down?”

Kuros was taken aback by the request, as if they were guests in his humble home. He nodded.

The guard unlocked the cell and let Sebastian in.

“Can you provide your version of the story?”

“You were in the same room with me! How could I possibly be guilty, I was standing in front of everyone!”

“And yet Persius saw you attack him and Ilmarė.”

“I don’t know how that’s possible. After buying roses for Anulee, I simply went to the Splintered Oak and sat at the front table to enjoy the performance.”

“Interesting. Why were you giving roses to Anulee?”

Kuros turned red. “I do have strong feelings for her…but I respect the fact that she is with someone!” He looked away. “Besides, the stigma an elf would face in having a relationship with a human would probably be too much to bear.”

Sebastian took a deep breath. “I understand completely.“

“I feel horrible about what happened, but someone is framing me…you’ve got to believe me!”

“I believe you. We’ll do our best.” Sebastian closed the jail cell door behind him.

“You’ve got to believe me,” he said quietly to no one. After that, Kuros was silent.

 

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Songs: Part 2c – The Questioning

When Sebastian came out to meet Kham, the val put a finger to his lips. He pointed around the corner.

Lady Sounshay was in a rather ferocious argument with a middle-aged man. He had a scowl on his face, and was posturing himself on a very ornate wooden cane with a handle carved in the shape of a gargoyle’s head.

Apparently getting nowhere with Lady Sounshay, he stormed out of the room, muttering curses under his breath.

Drained of patience from her squabble with the man, she turned to Sebastian. “That was Venton Zasfar. By the Gods, I truly despise dealing with him!”

“He seemed…unpleasant,” said Sebastian.

“He wasn’t always like that, but I suppose rumors may be true about him never getting over his wife’s death. It’s the only reason I even try to deal with him.”

Kham nodded. “Loss can change a man.”

She addressed Sebastian. “So, did Kuros tell you anything that may help unravel this whole mess?”

“Not much, other than that Kuros apparently had feelings for Anulee.”

Sounshay was taken aback. “Really. Well, that would provide a motive for the crime.”

“I’d like to speak to Anulee,” said Sebastian.

“Absolutely. She’s been restricted to the Splintered Oak tavern until we get to the bottom of this, you can speak with her there.”

“What about Ilmarė?” asked Beldin.

“For medical and security reasons, Persius and Ilmarė, per the wishes of Anulee, have been sent back to the Vastwood Forest to heal their injuries with their people.”

Kham hesitated. “You just sent her back? Did she ever have a say in it?”

Sounshay’s expression turned dark. “Truth be told, she has a poison in her we don’t know how to cure. Anulee thought it best that the elorii deal with it, as she considers their healers to be…” she hesitated, “more advanced.”

As they left the jail, Kham hung back. “You guys go on ahead. I want to investigate something.”

Sebastian looked at Kham seriously. “Just be sure to come back to the tavern before daybreak.”

 

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Songs: Part 2d – The Questioning

Kham flattened himself against the wall of the jail. Two men were arguing in hushed tones in a shadowy area just outside the prison. One was Venton and the other was the man who brought Persius’ body into the tavern. They hadn’t seen Kham.

“The sins of your past have come back to haunt you, Venton. Your son is paying for your misdeeds. You know it and I know it. But what would a heartless man like you give a damn about, other than himself?”

Venton jabbed the other man in the ribs with his cane. “I should have let those smugglers from Blackwand kill you for your stupidity rather than pay off your gambling debt. You were always weak-willed, and a lousy bodyguard to boot, Augustus. You don’t know the first thing about loyalty!”

Augustus slapped Venton’s cane away from him. “If I were as disloyal as you claim, you would not even be half the man you are today.”

“I will take care of my son, Augustus.” Venton walked towards his private carriage. “You are not worth my time, fool.” He yelled to his driver to get moving.

“Someday, you’re going to get yours,” whispered Augustus, his head lowered in shame as he walked away.

Kham sidled up to him. “I couldn’t help but hear that you might know something about Kuros and his father. Care to enlighten me?”

Augustus shot him a distrustful glare. “What do you know about it?”

“That’s why I’m asking,” said Kham. “If you can help save an innocent man, maybe you should share.”

Augustus’ features betrayed an internal struggle. Finally, he said, “What I tell you must remain between us.”

“Sure.”

“The relationship between Anulee and Venton was not as simple as you have been led to believe. Venton, in his youth, was very charming and taken with her. He was also married at the time. The two were closer…than just friends.”

Kham smirked. “I’ve seen Anulee. I can see how that would happen.”

“Venton and Anulee committed a most unspeakable act that they hid very well from the general populace.”

“Is an affair between humans and elves that big a deal?”

Augustus nodded. “Except for me, no one else knew about it. Like a fool, I kept the secret because Venton solved my gambling debt and thus saved my life. I sold my sense of decency in exchange for silence.”

“So what is this unspeakable act?”

“I would prefer Venton tell you. I want to offer him one last chance at redemption. He will be at his home tomorrow afternoon. I will tell you where he lives so that you can question him.”

Kham patted his pistols. “I know how to do that.”

“I believe that somehow, Venton’s past has something to do with what is happening now. More than this, I dare not say. If he refuses to tell you what happened, meet me at the warehouse next to Archibald the blacksmith’s shop at nine tomorrow evening. At that time, I will tell you the whole sordid story and damned be the consequences.”

With that, he glanced around to be sure he wasn’t followed, and then disappeared into the darkness.

“Warehouses,” said Kham. “Sebastian will be thrilled.”