The four Chosen stood outside the gated wall surrounding Tunato’s estate. The manor sat upon a small rise, and was dimly lit from within. They surveyed the house, mentally matching details to the sketches of the interior that Ghost had obtained.
“Besides the main doors,” he said, “there are doors on either side leading to the verandas, a second floor balcony there, and a door on the fourth floor roof to access the cisterns. All are likely to be guarded, though I would guess the roof would be the best choice – I expect the bulk of the guards are on the main floor, and of course there are no windows on the roof from which our activity can be observed.”
“Kaliel and I could provide a distraction and draw their attention,” Zanka suggested.
“Tunato’s guards are likely to be more seasoned than that,” Ghost said.
“And a distraction might draw the wrong sort of attention,” Kaliel added.
“I suggest you two remain outside the grounds, and watch for people coming and going. Tunato may be sending messengers to check on the status of his home, especially with the Gentle Art of Persuasion in his possession. And if something goes wrong, a runner may well be sent to alert the city guards, or Tunato. That runner will need to be intercepted. And should things truly go wrong, then you can cover our escape.”
“We can also enter the home if you call for help,” Kaliel said. “I believe the design of the courtyard will amplify any noise coming from the manor.”
Zanka looked through the gate, frowning. “This appears to be an Earth-aspected manse. Would not such energies serve to deaden any sound?”
“No, I am certain of this,” Kaliel insisted.*
“It seems we disagree,” Ghost said. “Rather than argue the point, let us assume that the most disadvantageous option is the truth; thus, Zanka is correct, and sound will not travel. Our cries for help will not be heard.”
“I note that you continue to say ‘our’,” Ayama noted. “Do you intend for me to accompany you? I should point out that I have no great skill in these matters.”
“Yet you are most capable of the three,” Ghost countered. “Kaliel’s armor precludes all efforts at stealth, and you are more physically capable than Zanka. And you are capable in a fight, should we need to escape. I have more than enough skill in such matters to compensate for your lack of experience.” He smiled wickedly at her. “So, shall we go and clean Tunato’s home?”
“One moment,” Kaliel said. He stepped closer to the gate and surveyed the grounds. “Do you not see it?”
“See what?” Ayama asked.
“There are no animals on the grounds.”
“So Tunato doesn’t use guard dogs,” Ghost said. “That will make this easier.”
“No, not just dogs. There are no birds, no rats, no insects.”
Ghost peered at the grounds. “Interesting. Wait here a moment.” The Night Caste Solar moved away from the house, heading down a nearby alley. He returned a few moments later holding a struggling alley cat. Ghost unceremoniously tossed the cat over the wall into Tunato’s property. The instant it landed, the cat yowled in terror, and ran as fast as it could to a tree near the wall, running across a branch and leaping over the wall. It continued running even as it landed in the street, disappearing into the night.
“So something is terrifying the animals,” Ghost said. “Perhaps a function of the manse’s power. We shall have to see if we feel that same fear.” He wore a smile of satisfaction.
“And you had to torment a cat for that?” Ayama said accusingly.
“The animal was fortunate. I was afraid that it might die horribly on Tunato’s estate, which would have made our approach more troublesome. ”
Without another word, Ghost and Ayama slipped through the gates and onto the grounds. Most of the land surrounding the house was dotted with manicured topiary and decorative trees, save for a clear area about ten feet from the manor itself. The two Solars moved swiftly toward the back of the house, as there were no windows on the main floor there. Ayama marveled at how Ghost seemed to live up to his name, flitting silently from tree to tree. He paused now and then to guide Ayama, showing her the best path to take or pointing out obstructions that might make noise.
Within a few minutes, they stood at the back of the house, looking up toward the roof four floors above.
“I have brought a rope,” Ayama said. “You can lower it when you reach the top.”
“Unnecessary,” Ghost replied. “Climb upon my back.” When she did so, Ghost took the rope and quickly fashioned a harness binding the two of them together. “Now, please control your urges and keep your hands from wandering. I must concentrate.”
Ayama smiled despite herself, for she knew Ghost’s comment was made in pure jest. Though she knew her companion certainly had an appetite for carnal pleasures, that issue had been resolved between them months ago, before they had met Kaliel and Zanka. It had been remarkably simple, she recalled; one night he had suggested they lie together, and she had politely declined, feeling as though he were simply humoring a woman who was old enough to be his mother. He had never brought the subject up with her again.
She was broken out of her reminiscence by the realization that they had just arrived at the roof. Ghost had managed to scale the outer wall free-handed, while carrying her on his back. Though he did not have Kaliel’s massive frame, Ghost was still remarkably athletic. He quickly untied the harness and coiled the rope while looking around. He inspected the cisterns atop the roof, noting that the supply pipes were too small to use for access. He then moved to the door on the roof, and after listening briefly, opened it.
The fourth floor was mostly used for storage, holding those household items required when the factor was lodging several guests. From the look of the rooms, they had not been disturbed for many months. Ghost and Ayama swiftly moved to the stairs, but were surprised when they encountered a pair of guards coming up the stairs. Neither group had heard the other approaching, and so there was a brief moment of uncertain silence. But both guards were looking at Ayama; Ghost remained unseen, as he had used Essence to mask his presence.
A pair of amber-colored boomerangs flying from out of nowhere soon established his presence. Each guard was struck, but much of the force was absorbed by the chain shirt they wore. They almost immediately dropped into martial arts stances, and one attempted to sweep Ayama’s legs while the other flung a needle at Ghost. Ayama immediately reacted, hooking a nearby pedestal with her leg and hurling it at her attacker to disrupt his attack, and then leapt over the pedestal as it flew, looking to push the guard down the stairs. But the guard kicked the flying pedestal into the air back at Ayama, spoiling her attack much as she had done for his. As she squared off against him again, Ayama realized that the guards were fighting with a style normally only taught to Terrestrial exalts; she had seen her old mentor, V’neef Odaask, practicing this style.
“Your master was impressive,” she commented. “You require more practice.”
Meanwhile Ghost, who had dodged the needle thrown at him, had leapt atop the banister and slid down, moving to cut off the guards’ retreat by getting behind them. His boomerangs flashed out again, but this time each guard was ready and avoided the razor sharp edges. Ghost realized that these guards would not be as easily dispatched as he’d believed.
The two guards switched opponents, and one threw another needle at Ghost while the other moved to grab on to Ayama. In the flickering lantern light, it was difficult for Ghost to tell which hand held the needle, only catching the glimmer in midair as if flew toward him. Ghost grabbed a nearby urn and swept it around in front of him, hoping to deflect it, but it flew past and lodged in his chest. Ghost put his hand up and withdrew the needle, which was coated in some dark substance. Ghost looked at the guard, and waggled his finger in disapproval; the needle had failed to penetrate the starmetal shirt he wore under his clothes. Ghost’s boomerang again flashed by the second guard, missing him by a wide margin. The guard smirked, and began to close on the man below him, until he heard a snap. Looking up, he saw that the returning boomerang had severed the wire holding up one of the massive portraits on the wall, which crashed down upon the hapless guard, knocking him unconscious.
A few feet away, Ayama and the guard flew at each other. The guard came in high trying to tackle the Solar, but she grabbed him in midair and slammed him into the stairs. Realizing that he could not handle these intruders, the guard shouted for help, and then started bolting down the stairs, barely evading Ayama’s grasp. Ghost tried to toss the poisoned needle at him, but it only grazed his neck without penetrating.
“Come on,” Ghost said, beckoning Ayama down the stairs. “The other guards will be here soon.”
“Wait.” Ayama looked back at the unconscious guard under the portrait. She turned back to Ghost. “How fast can you undress a man?” she asked.
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Kaliel saw the lantern lights inside the house start to move more quickly, converging on the south end of the house. “They are in trouble,” he declared, drawing his axe. He strode purposefully up to the door, followed by Zanka, and knocked loudly on the door. He waited for the span of two breaths, and knocked again.
“What are you doing?” Zanka asked.
“Giving them the opportunity to settle this amiably,” he said. “But it appears they will not accept my offer.”
Kaliel hefted his axe and brought it down into the heavy oak doors, slicing through the bar on the other side. He then planted a heavy boot into the two-inch thick door, sending it flying into kindling. The two guards who had clustered around the door were peppered with shards of wood. Kaliel rushed in amidst the confusion and laid into the guards with righteous fury. His axe came down between the two guards, cleanly missing both, but when they both looked down at the massive blade, he came up again, twisting it so the flat of the blade would catch them both and knock them out. However, they managed to twist away in the nick of time; a few strands of hair floated into the air as their beards were shaved down to the skin.
The guards rushed in, trying to subdue the massive armored figure in the doorway. One grabbed onto him, and was shrugged aside, while another flung one of his poisoned needles at Kaliel. The needle just managed to strike the Solar in the neck, and he felt the toxin in his blood, burning as it traversed his body. Gritting his teeth, Kaliel braced himself as an onslaught of fists and feet assailed him. He noted that his opponents were striking with far more force and skill that mere mortals, and for the first time he grew concerned.
Two floors above, Ayama and Ghost had heard the tremendous crash downstairs, and could hear that most of the guards had gone to deal with the disturbance. Some, at least, were continuing up the stairs to investigate the first cry of alarm. The two Solars stood in an unused sitting room; Ghost was dressed in the guard’s uniform, and had Ayama in a subduing grip. The real guard, still quite unconscious, had been rolled up in a carpet and shoved underneath a couch in the room.
“Bring your left arm up more,” Ayama coached Ghost. “They must think I am completely helpless.”
They saw the flash of a lantern in the hallway outside. “In here!” Ghost shouted. “I have one of them!”
The door burst open, and a guard looked at the two in the dark room. Ayama struggled a bit, as though she were trying unsuccessfully to escape the grip of the guard who had captured her. Ayama cried out, and very convincing tears rolled down her cheeks.
The guard in the door peered through the darkness at them, then straightened. “Subdue her and roll her in a rug until we can deal with her,” he growled at Ghost. “There’s trouble downstairs.” With that, the guard turned and ran down the stairs.
“Well,” Ghost said, releasing Ayama. “That was easy enough.”
“Perhaps we should go and help our companions,” Ayama said.
“No.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I came here to rob this house,” Ghost said. “I will be the first to steal successfully from Factor Tunato. I must complete the mission. You go and help them, and I will come when I am finished, if Kaliel has not slain them all by then.”
Of course, he could not know that this task was proving far more challenging for the Auric Lion than he had thought. He had managed to push his way into the house, but was still being battered. The guards were somewhat startled when a slender, pale woman suddenly somersaulted between the intruder’s legs, lashing out with a fist at the closest guard. He managed to avoid the quick strike, and then grabbed Zanka around the midsection, pulling her up off her feet as she screamed and struggled to get loose.
With Zanka now in danger, Kaliel no longer felt the need for self-restraint. His aura began to glow with a golden light as he allowed the flows of Essence to guide his blade, effortlessly knocking aside two of the other guards blows and then following with a devastating upward slice, lifting the guard off the ground and slamming him to the floor. Scrambling to his feet, the bleeding guard ran away from the battle and fled up the stairs.
The guard ran to the second floor, and saw one of his compatriots in the hallway. “What is it?” the man asked, grabbing the wounded guard by the shoulders.
“The intruders! They are Anathema!” the guard shrieked.
The other guard smiled. “I know.”
It was then that the wounded guard noticed the poisoned needle that had been stuck in his neck.
One floor below, Zanka struggled in the other guard’s grip. And then, as three more rushed in, she seemed to relax. “Please, help me!” she pleaded with the new arrivals, tears streaming down her face. Their minds clouded by Zanka’s holy power, they responded by flinging poisoned darts at their companion. As the toxin took effect, the guard’s eyes began to unfocus, and his grip on Zanka loosened. The three guards followed this by a series of well-aimed kicks, which sent their ally to the floor in a heap. Zanka, keeping up appearances, also collapsed.
Kaliel tried to build upon Zanka’s ruse. “Tie him up! I saw him grab this woman in the street!” But despite the fact that the authority of the Chosen of the Unconquered Sun is absolute, the guards ignored Kaliel’s commands. Instead, they turned upon the man with the bright aura of the Anathema. “Stay behind us,” one of the guards growled at Zanka. “We shall protect you from this Anathema.”
Already sorely wounded, Kaliel grimaced at the thought of facing three fresh guards alone. But then he saw Ayama come down the stairs and run up to him, placing her hand upon his chest as she rushed up. Soothing power flowed into the Dawn’s body, easing the pain of his wounds. Ayama then jumped up and planted her feet into Kaliel’s chest, springboarding off his massive frame to leap over the heads of the guards. Refreshed, Kaliel hefted his weapon, then charged the closest guard, while one of the other guards tried to sweep out Ayama’s legs but missed. The third guard picked up the apparently unconscious Zanka. “I’ll get her out of here!” he shouted to his companions.
The guard facing Kaliel leapt into the air to deliver a kick to the head, but before he could reach the massive Northerner, Kaliel slapped the incoming leg aside, and then used the opening created to cleave into the man’s groin. The guard twisted just enough to avoid being bisected, but landed with a heavy thud, and quickly scrambled toward the rear door, bleeding from a gash in his inner thigh. But his escape was cut off when Ayama quickly ran up the stairs a few steps and then swung around on the railing, kicking the guard in the head and propelling him back toward Kaliel. Desperate, the wounded guard used a maneuver that sent the armored warrior to the ground.
Zanka heard the crash as Kaliel fell. “Please,” she said in feigned weakness to the guard carrying her away, “help my friend, the woman on the stairs.” The guard immediately stopped and set Zanka down. “Wait here,” he commanded, and ran back to the battle. The guard ran in just in time to see Kaliel rise and lay his opponent low by tearing off a section of the banister and crushing his skull. The guard who had been carrying Zanka started to rush in, but was dragged to the ground when the woman he had ‘rescued’ grabbed onto his neck, pulling him down while pleading to be protected. He looked up to see the older woman he was supposed to help take down his ally with a vicious kick to the midsection. The last guard, deciding that no woman, no matter how beautiful, was worth his life, stood up and ran out the front door.
Kaliel turned to pursue the fleeing guard, but stopped when he saw that the man had been stopped by a new arrival, a well-dressed man who had his hand on the guard’s chest. The guard was shivering and trembling at the man’s touch. Kaliel grabbed a small table near the door and flung it at the guard’s back. The table crashed into the guard’s skull, and a large splinter drove itself into his shoulder, but the guard remained perfectly still, not reacting to the attack. When the guard did move, it was to collapse backward. The guard looked as though he had aged a century in a few moments, and tendrils of energy drifted from the body into the hand of the well-dressed man.
The man and Kaliel faced each other for a long, silent moment. Then, snarling, the rich man leapt at Kaliel, hands extended. Kaliel spun around, his axe severing the man’s hands before coming around again and slicing him in half at the waist. The odor of rot burst from the corpse, and the body fell apart. Standing in its place was a glaring, hateful ghost, who fixed a stare on Kaliel before vanishing.
Zanka, seeing only that Kaliel was dealing with the fleeing guard, went upstairs to find Ghost. She found him inside the factor’s office, looking up at a large portrait of a noble-looking man that was marked with an engraved plaque;
Tunato Kun. Without a word, he pulled on one side of the portrait, which swiveled out on hinges to reveal a barred door.
“There are likely valuables in the desk,” Ghost said to Zanka without turning, tossing an empty satchel onto the polished oak surface. “Letters of credit and the like. Gather up what you find and anything else interesting.” He set to work on the door’s lock as Zanka began opening drawers.
Ayama and Kaliel arrived in the room just as Ghost sprung the lock. They looked up at the portrait, which looked identical to the possessed man they had just slain.
“That could be bad,” Ayama said. She informed Ghost and Zanka of what had transpired outside.
“What kind of a creature was it?” Zanka asked. “A hungry ghost?”
Ayama shook her head. “This spirit had an intellect, and motivations of its own.”
“I don’t think it was a ghost,” Kaliel said, “I believe it was an air elemental, given the way it vanished in the breeze.”
“I think,” Ayama said ,choosing her words carefully, “that we must agree to disagree once again. No elemental I know can possess a body. Regardless, the body has been destroyed, and that was the body of a prominent figure.”
“Then we had best finish what we started,” Ghost said. He looked displeased, but proceeded to pull open the heavy door.
A charnel reek wafted out of the door, which opened to a set of stairs leading down into the basement. Ghost and Zanka could hear a slithering sound from some large creature below.
“Let us see what is down there,” Kaliel said.
“Be careful,” Ayama warned. “I have only eased your pain, your wounds are still present.”
“Then I will go first,” Ghost said. He silently crept down the stairs disappearing in the gloom. A few minutes later, he returned. “There is a large lizard below,” he reported. “It’s the size of a grown man, though quite gaunt. There are also about a dozen corpses down there, all surrounded by circles of salt. The bodies have had narrow strips of flesh removed from them. I believe we can say what happened to the missing servants and the previous burglars.” He looked at Zanka. “The Gentle Art of Persuasion is on the wall on the far side of the room.”
“It sounds like a tomb beast,” Ayama said. “They are popular in Sijan as grave guardians, because they will only consume living flesh, and will not touch carrion. They exude a paralyzing venom from their teeth, and usually feed by carving strips of flesh away with their narrow tongues.”
“Certainly a horrible enough death to create a hungry ghost from those bodies,” Zanka said.
“I think it sounds more like a sand-swimmer,” Kaliel commented, though he said no more about it.**
“I am not sure that we are ready to face this beast,” Ayama said. “Kaliel is wounded, and I am certain his anima was seen from quite a distance away. People could be coming to investigate as we speak.”
“We won’t get another chance at Zanka’s artifact,” Kaliel argued. “If we work together, in a coordinated attack…”
“Seven spirits below!” Ghost swore, throwing up his hands in frustration. He turned and marched down the stairs, his pace quickening even though he was moving just as silently as before. A few steps from the bottom, he made a tremendous leap across the room, sailing over the head of the tomb beast unseen. He flipped in midair as he leapt, so that when he hit the far wall his feet met the stone surface, and he was then able to spring off the wall and return to the stairs the way he came. By the time Kaliel was at the bottom of the stairs, a flame piece drawn and ready, Ghost was on his way back up, the two golden fans in his hands.
“I suggest we seal this room off again,” he said as he emerged from the darkness and handed the fans to Zanka. “We can deal with the tomb beast another day.” He shrugged. “Or, let time deal with it naturally.”
“I will not countenance letting this creature starve to death,” Ayama said. “The beast could be captured and sold to Sijan.”
“Very well,” Ghost answered. “But another day.”
Standing nearby, Kaliel noticed that Zanka was frowning. “What is the matter?”
“These fans,” she said. “They are not the Gentle Art of Persuasion.”
Everyone crowded around to look closer. They immediately saw that the fans were made of actual gold, not orichalcum, and that while quite beautiful, were not sturdy enough to be used as weapons.
“It seems our quest is not yet complete,” sighed Kaliel.
“But we should leave before others come,” Ayama reminded them. “There are no more answers here.”
“At least the night wasn’t a total loss,” Zanka said. She held up an ornately written piece of parchment. “This is an official invitation to Lady Rinalta’s reception tomorrow night for the visiting dignitaries of House Cathak of the Scarlet Empire and the Immaculate Order.” She smiled. “I do not think the factor will be able to attend.”
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* Kaliel, early on and continuing to this day, has an uncanny knack for botching any sort of Intelligence-based check and coming to completely the wrong conclusions. He's not dumb (average Intelligence, really), just unlucky with this particular kind of roll.
** See?