Session Two Part One
It didn’t take them long to return to the White Swan. They were both feeling jumpy after the morning’s events. Settling down in the public bar, the friends chat for a little while until Marius unpacks his lyre. Relaxing they let time pass and enjoy the excellent playing.
The day is too tense for even the regulars to come in, but a small number of people come in for take-out orders. Marius has been thinking about his ever-shrinking purse and is rewarded when Lucius comes over and asks Marius if he will play tonight.
‘Several customers have heard you play and asked if you will be here tonight.’ Lucius began. ‘If there isn’t any more fighting today, we will probably be packed tonight. As it is, two groups have checked out to stay on their vessels. They don’t feel safe. Will you play tonight?’
Marius nearly bit his hand off.
Lucius lingered for a while, now listening to the music, now chatting about the city. It seemed that the Imperial Governor was trying to take control of the city watch. The Cassiodurus family had held the position of ‘Urban Prefectus’ for three generations. Cassiodurus himself was a man of high honour, according to Lucius, but was tormented by the loss of all his children by his first wife, in the war. Being the only major regional land owner to escape the proscriptions he represented one of the three main power groups in the city: the Urban Guard (city watch) and law courts; the General Merchants Guild; and the Imperial Governor.
As Lucius left their table and the PCs were mentally filing this information away, the door opened and someone entered from the street. Marius continued playing as the dirty, rag-clothed figure approached their table, eyes looking to the floor, waiting to be spoken to.
‘Yes, what is it child?’ asked Elahnor, noticing that the figure was probably little more than a child under the grime. Bobbing up and down, as she nervously courtesyed, the Vicostti woman muttered a barely audible question.
‘Speak up’
‘Ma’am, was it you who helped my aunt in the market today?’
Not really knowing if she had helped this woman’s aunt or not, Elahnor wasn’t going to show uncertainty.
‘What of it?’
‘Ma’am, my baby has gone missing. A demon took him. And now my poor babe will not get a buriel and will be a ghost forever!’ The terror shone from her eyes. It was obvious that the death of a child was bad, but to condemn it to wander as a ghost was unbearable. Elahnor understood well enough.
‘Tell me your name, child.’
‘Esk, ma’am.’
‘Now show me were this happened, Esk.’
Elahnor took her leave of Marius, who felt he needed the practice. They agreed that if Elahnor found anything suspicious, they would go back together after Marius’ performance.
Elahnor was led northeast through the city, into the maze of streets settled between the two low hills which overlooked the city. The poverty and squalor was obvious everywhere; families cooking in ally-ways and roofless buildings. Rats gazed smugly out of broken doorways. Esk’s home was one of the better ones, in that it had a door and appeared to be structurally sound. Three steps led up from the street to the doorway. Once through this, Elahnor found her self in a dark, windowless corridor. Doors led off on both sides and a rickety staircase filled the far end. All of it was filthy. Esk lived in the first apartment on the left. It was as clean as it could be, when the cleaner had nothing to clean with and as tidy as possible, for a room with no furniture. Just to the right of the door Esk’s husband is visible, half-naked and asleep, on a pile of rags and dirty straw. A strong smell of cheap spirits fills the room.
Several minutes passed as the Shaman examined the room. Although there was evidence of rats, nothing appeared unusual. Then, Snowy started growling and hissing at a section of wall. In the far left-hand corner of the room, a small piece of wood had been chewed or cut out of the wall and reattached by twine hinges! It looked for the entire world like a rat’s front door.
‘We’ll be back tonight’ Elahnor informed her host as she left.
Marius’ performance went exceptionally well. So well it netted him over twenty sesterces. They had discussed the situation at Esks’ home and during the performance Elahnor had gone shopping. Next to her, as she waited for Marius to finish, was a sack containing a shovel, a pickaxe, and a couple of lamps. Marius played very well and had a good strong voice. But Elahnor impatiently bundled him outside as soon as he had finished. He hadn’t even finished his drink.
Twice the PC’s stopped and stood in doorways when they saw lights approach; twice the lights turned away before they came level with them. No other soul was to be seen.
The front door to Esks’ house was ajar and she was waiting in the corridor. Marius expressed his sympathies and gave the young woman some coins. Esk looked even more terrified.
‘But…No…I mean. I’m a good wife.’ She turned imploringly to Elahnor. ‘I’m married. And freeborn.’
Marius was aghast. He hurriedly explained that he merely thought she needed a good feed. A kind look from Elahnor quietened her down. Esk led the way into her room. Marius looked at the weird opening and suggested that a look into the cellar might shed some light on all of this. Soon they were standing underneath the stairs, at the door to the cellar. The door was opened, Marius lit his hooded lantern and Snowy whined at Elahnor’s feet.
‘Go on boy, lead!’
Reluctantly, the large wolf scampered down the steps into the darkness. Elahnor followed immediately after, but soon wished she hadn’t. The stairs swayed alarmingly as it took her weight and Snowy’s bounding didn’t help. Somehow she kept her footing and reached the bottom. She was standing in what she was sure was a large room. Her lamp was unlit and Marius was still standing at the top of the stairs.
‘Get down here and light my lamp’ hissed Elahnor.
Marius drew his spatha and looked dumbly at the rapier’s blade. He re-sheathed his weapon, got a firm hold on the banister with his left hand, holding his lantern over his head in his right, and started down the stairs.
Privately, Marius suspected later, that Elahnor and Snowy had made the stairs even more unstable by their passing. Regardless, he was soon flat on his back and sliding down the last few steps. He only avoided dropping is lantern and falling over the rail by his quick reflexes and firm grip. Annoyed, he stood up and moved to light Elahnor’s lamp.
Elahnor leant forward, close to Marius and lit her lamp. She was completely surprised as a cat-sized object landed on her back and bit into her left shoulder. No one in the cellar heard the shriek and thud as Esk fainted at the top of the stairs.
Simultaneously, the PCs narrowly avoid knocking heads as they bent forward to put down their lanterns. Bizarre, grotesque shadows played about the ceiling and the heroes’ faces. Marius is up first, and in a fluid motion, draws his sword. Elahnor stays crouched and draws her dagger. As Marius pulls back his arm to strike, the creature on his comrade’s back lifts its head. Marius feels his heart freeze and his limbs grow cold as he sees the human-like hands on the bloated rat-things forelegs and its rich, almost feminine humanesque mouth. Marius swings, Elahnor stands and the beast’s head buries its face back into the growing red stain on Elahnor’s shoulder. Elahnor screams in pain, turns and nearly trips over Snowy, who is whimpering at her feet. She starts to lash out at the fiend feeding off her. Marius curses his missed opportunity. Now that Elahnor has turned her back on Marius, the creature is exposed to his sword. One of Elahnor’s thrusts connects lightly, but Marius is still troubled by the creature’s visage, and misses.
A hint of hysteria enters Elahnor’s voice as she feels the pain grow,
‘Get it off, get it off!’ Elahnor is screaming, unaware that a blasphemous pair of hands are grasping at Marius’ breeches and tiny human teeth were struggling to find purchase on his thigh. Knowing that if they started to lash out blindly, they would soon be completely panic-stricken. Marius ignored his own attacker. With a loathing that he had never before felt, he spitted the sharp-toothed furry thing and lifted it off Elahnor’s back. Marius’ horror at being pawed grew; he turned his attention to the parody of life trying to drink his blood. Elahnor gasped as she saw the face and hands of her assailant for the first time. After what felt like an eternity, the heroes had a chance to examine their foes. One, cast aside from Marius’ sword, the other still twitching on Elahnor’s dagger.
Marius, shaken but unhurt, began to search the room to escape the horrors lying in the middle of the room. By the time Elahnor had poured a little cleansing liniment over her wound, he was beckoning her over. In the furthest corner from the stairs, Marius was pointing at a hole in the wall. They paused for a moment, as this hole was easily an arm’s length across, much bigger than recent attackers needed.
Steeling himself against further horrors, Marius stepped in front of the hole and held his lantern forward. He was greeted with a vision of hell. A few feet beyond the end of the tunnel lay the mutilated corpse of an infant. It appeared to have been partially eaten and was little more than an indistinct shape. Just the general outline of a torso and limbs. Sat just a few inches away from this nauseating sight a huge, emaciated rat-thing sat hunched. Sitting up on its haunches it was fully three feet tall. Its mouth was crimson from feeding, but its ribs were still visible and its eyes burned with hunger. And what eyes! Its face was that of a kindly old man. A trustworthy visage, twisted into an expression of hate, perched on a rat’s body with blood-encrusted fingers and thumbs.
As this sight seared itself into Marius’ mind, a greater horror was trying to make itself understood to his numbed intellect. The lips were moving, the hands gesticulating and Marius could make out, if not understand, words. Heliocrean words. Magic words.
The gout of black flame, which erupted out of the tunnel, caught the leaping Marius on his left leg, hip and elbow. He landed heavily at Elahnor’s feet and passed out. He came round feeling the earth pouring power into his wound. Still weakened, he at least felt he could continue. They now had no more healing magic and this was a sobering thought, if they needed one.
Elahnor re-lit Marius’ lamp and peered down the passage. She was just as horrified as Marius seeing the small body, but couldn’t see anything else. After a hurried discussion they decide to proceed with Snowy in the lead and Marius at the rear. They scrambled down and Marius was still in the tunnel and Elahnor was stretching as she left it, when a large dark shape landed on Snowy’s back. Round and round Snowy turned, trying to grasp the creature in his powerful jaws. With Elahnor alternating between trying to calm Snowy and stabbing at the monster and Snowy being a fast moving target, Marius had little luck.
Marius slashed at it a couple of times as the stain on Snowy’s coat grew. Then Marius did land a blow. The sharp fanged thing jumped from Snowy’s back and raced towards a small tunnel. Marius was in close pursuit and could see it laughing at him from inside the narrow tunnel. Marius lunged down towards it and the thing fled.
Several silent minutes later and the PCs started to feel relieved. Elahnor examined the room and Marius went to get the pickaxe, which was still at the top of the cellar stairs. Marius wasn’t letting it get away that easily.
Elahnor was looking aghast at the body. Realisation sunk in as she understood that the body hadn’t been chewed at. Rather it had been carved. Little knife marks were visible, but no tooth marks. Reeling from this, Elahnor heard the sounds of a fight from the cellar proper. She sped up the tunnel and emerged to see Marius beset by the rat-thing. Marius was bleeding from a fresh wound and his face was an education in pain. By the time Elahnor was swinging out with her staff the monster had bitten Marius again. A kernel of fear began to grow in Elahnor as the creature swung round to face her and Marius clambered up the stairs towards the doorway! Elahnor swung several times finally connecting with a blow which sent the furry thing scampering back towards another hole in the wall. But Marius hadn’t fled. He had armed himself with the pick, which, as he swung it, went right through the things fur and right through its skull, which split slightly, sending rhythmic darts of blood through the foetid cellar air.
The next few minutes went past like in a dream. They wrapped the baby’s corpse and returned the body to Esk. They poured oil over the bodies of the rat things and at least disfigured them. Then they searched the lair. By the time they returned to the White Swan, they were carrying thirty urine soaked, but still legible, pages, filled with the most curious writing.