“I can provide us with light for a bit, but it would be best to for Mel to provide us with some to start if she can. That way I will be able to help if the need arises once we are inside the cave,” said Burl to the others as he prepared to go inside the cave. hE took off his cloak, folding it up and putting it into his backpack. No need to get it damaged inside the cave, he thought.
As he followed the others into the cave, one last thought passed as he walked pass the entrance into the near darkness, The last time we went underground like this, we came back with a large amount of gunpowder. If only we had brought it. It might have proved a blast to the beholder.
Mel wiped her eyes on her sleeve and tried to hold up long enough to imbue the tip of a crossbow bolt with arcane light and hand it over to Burl. (Or was it arcane? The thought had come to her that the forms of the spell were unlike any other she knew--the light simply seemed to emanate from a mind-window to a vast, unattainable place...)
But as she gave Burl the brightly shining bolt another idea occurred to her, and she lifted from her deepest pocket the Fire Serpent wand. "I'm sure I won't be needing this," she said, with a miserable attempt at a smile. "The activation word is 'agemon'. It only works once a day and better in the daytime, so use it wisely. And... be careful..." She sobbed again a few times before getting hold of herself more or less.
Wyshira wouldn't let herself look at Burl; she was afraid that if she did, and saw deep concern written there in his eyes, that her resolve would weaken. She simply shook her head in response, and moved to stand next to Mel.
The others prepared themselves to go into the caves. Wyshira took one of her shark-fang javelins and cast light on its tip, then handed it to Kale. It flickered and glowed faintly green, as though she had caught a bit of light that welled up from deep below the surface of the sea. "It will last a little longer than one half of an hour," she told the rogue. Then she gave him both of her potions of healing, and two vials of holy water. "Just in case," she said with a shrug.
All right, this is it. They are leaving, and..... I -- am staying -- with Melisande.
In spite of her best efforts however, Wyshira felt herself wavering. Burl was looking back at her rather forlornly as he walked away. Was he thinking that she had let him down? She thought of the unknown caves, and how dangerous they could turn out to be. The rest of the party might really need her down there! Even Melisande was telling her (between sobs) that she should go on with the others.
Wyshira was almost convinced that it was the right thing to do.
Except she knew those reasons were just excuses. And because of who and what she was, it was impossible for her not to put herself in Melisande's shoes and imagine how she must be feeling. Watching all her friends go...... Being left alone with that horrendous thing. Wyshira was touched, and filled with compassion. There wasn't any room left for fear.
She turned her back on Burl and the others to focus her attention on Melisande, and try to comfort her.
"Wyshira, please--go with them. They'll need you more than I will if there's trouble." (In other words, if there was trouble with the Beholder it would be over with before it started and no priestess would be of any avail.) "You're a dear, kind soul but I'd feel much better if you were with the others. After all--I'm relying on you all to come back alive and rescue me..." At this she lost control once again and plopped down on the rocks under the unnerving gaze of many eyestalks to weep.
"No you wouldn't," Wyshira said, putting an arm around the sorceress' shoulder. "We'd both feel much better if I stayed here with you. They'll be fine. We'll be fine. It will all work out."
To every person Kale looked, turbulent emotion were covered by some mask or another. His mind railed at reality, striken by the same conflicts of his mates, even if he knew exactly what they would have to do to escape the beholder with their lives. Even sure as he was, though, watching as Wyshira sat down with the sobbing sorceress, he was sure that they situations like this that turned logic on its head.
We'll be back for you both, he would liked to have said.
With the beholder and his collateral left above ground, it was time for the unwilling miners to venture down beneath the earth. Within the mouth of the low cave, bright sunshine turned to shadowy gloom; warmth to damp coolness around them.Here, within the sandstone cave, walls all orange and yellows stained with black and brown, a faint breeze filtered up from the darkness ahead, the passageway dipping to take a definite downwards angle before twisting and turning to block further sight.
A faint scent on that breeze, something malodorous, wafted past them. All was strangely quiet after the ravine, claustrophobically calm.
* * *
Outside, Melisande found the gaze of the solar beholderkin more or less directed entirely at her. Apparently the hulking boulder was scrutinising the sorceress quite carefully, moreso than it had deigned to do previously.
"You are blue. I was unaware this was a usual colour for your lesser species," the beholder questioned, apparently quite uncaring of how fearful she might be to be at its mercy.
Having once absorbed the brunt of the Beholder's annoyance (and feeling too crushed to be testy) Melisande sobbingly answered the beast in the politest way she could think of, wishing she had Kale there to coach her in the subtle art of kissing whatever it was Beholders sat on.
"Yes sir, it is unusual, sir. If it bothers your eyes I can change it. Temporarily, at least. But if you're asking for an explanation I'm afraid I only have a couple of feeble hypotheses to offer, not being nearly so wise as... as greater, er, species like yours."
Flattery: hadn't that been what Kale used? Suddenly Mel was on roll, thinking she'd hit on the right approach. "But you sir are a wonder to beho--to see! I mean, I suppose I should consider myself lucky to be your hostage." Trembling and runny-nosed she forced her terrified eyes to examine the dusty bulk of the creature with something which hopefully looked like admiration. "Tremendous! Magnificent! Why, if your lore and wisdom match your aspect at least I shall die happily enlightened by your discourse." The converse of this, of course, was the that the Beholder could be nothing but bored by Melisande's own discourse, which unfortunately continued in a slightly shrill pitch of panic.
"You can't possibly be interested in why we are blue. But I feel I must know more about the mighty Solar Beholders, so that at worst I can die wiser, or at best I can more amply describe your, er, superlativeness to my folk--inferior worms though we are!"
The rumbling voice of the beholderkin grated on Wyshira's nerves. Why does it care what color we are? she wondered suspiciously, while trying to appear relaxed and at ease for Melisande's sake.
Meanwhile, the sorceress seemed to have gotten it into her head that a honeyed tongue and ingratiating manner were the keys to keeping the monster placated. Wyshira began to worry that Mel was laying it on too thick, but didn't know how to stop her. She nudged her gently in the ribs, but that was evidently being too subtle. She could only hope that the creature thought so highly of itself that it would not think to doubt her friend's sincerity.
* * *
Sebastion cursed his lack of foresight, clenching his fists at his sight as the bloated tumbleweed exerted its bullying influence once more.
Damn!! Why didn't I see that coming... isn't this just another battlefield? Think, stupid bloody stable-boy... think.
There wasn't, however, an obvious solution as long as they sat beneath the beady eye - eyes - of the creature. It was foolish, of course, for him to have divided the group at all, but he'd wanted to try and get Mel free of this. It was, also, frustrating to think he'd not seen the obvious evasion afforded to the buoyant orb.
But most of all it wasn't fair.
"It's not bloody fair!" he muttered to himself as he turned away, grasping the reins of the horses as he eased them into line for Mel to look after while they were away. "It shouldn't be like this... it shouldn't."
Trekking down towards the mine, he was in a foul mood, scowling at the floor and the surroundings as he tried again and again to work out what he should have done differently, and why he hadn't.
And then, given the situation in which they found themselves, he turned the frenetic thought to what they were going to do when they came out...