(An OOC explanation about this one. Yusuke was a PC, but the player decided to switch characters, having found he didn't like her much in play. Hey, it happens to the best of us. I said she would be written out and his new PC would get a seperate prelude, coming soon.)
The Resplendant Sun.
The legend of Savin Heln was well know in these parts. These parts being the northern shoreline of the Scavenger Lands, including the small coastal town called Starfare. The legend is that he was a powerful sorcerer of the Unclean, who concelaed six of his most powerful spells here, and gave a map to his followers before his death, so he could relcaim his lore in the next life. But they fell out, and tore the map into three sections, each containing the locations of a two hidden spells. Until recently, it was just a legend and cause for treasure hunters to get over-excited. But something unexpected had happened. Recently a pirate by the name of Curzon Demarn had come into port, bragging about having found a section of the map. He claimed it would lead him to one of the great spells that would let him destroy shadowlands and one that would allow souls to be switched between bodies. Surely the Deathlords would pay a fortune to keep the first hidden or the Realm even more to obtain it. And the second would be literally invaluable.
Akilla Felsana wandered into town with a smile on her face, escorted by two men armed with scimitars. She was a tall , athletic woman. She had blonde hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and full, red lips. Her nose was slightly crooked as if it had been broken and had never quite healed. She would be undeniably beautiful by Eastern and Blessed Isle standards, were it not for the many scars that crossed her face.
The market was in place, and Starfare was open for business, as quite a few people attempted to sell her various fabrics, foodstuffs, mind-altering substances, rooms for the night, someone to share a room with, and similar luxuries. It was midday, and the air was refreshingly warm for this region, with a faint breeze keeping the air....not really clear, but certainly mixing the smells in interesting ways. Akilla thanked each of the vendors for the offer, but politely refused each one as she continued on her way to the Wavecutter.
The ship was docked between a yacht and a large boat unloading siaka meat (the smell was dreadful) and a large vessel, with sails currently trimmed. There was a skeleton crew on board, the rest of the crew having gone off to blow their pay on ale and whores, but they looked like the sort of men you wouldn't want to mess with, and they were armed. A couple of them were loading barrels of something onto the ship up a ramp. The docks weren’t as crowded as the rest of the town was.
Yusuke emerges from the crowd, leaving cries of "Ow, my shin!" behind herself and marches across the docks towards the gangplank. She was a young, grim child of about 14-15. She has large dark eyes and shoulder length black hair that looks like it was hacked off with a sword.
Yusuke looked up at the sailor coldly "Where is Curzon Demarn?"
"In his cabin. Sorry, but the captain din't request any whores.”
Yusuke twitched "What. Did. You. Say."
Akilla approached one of them. "Um, excuse me, sir. Are you the crew of Captain Curzon Demarn? You remind me of my stepfather. He was a sailor, too. Are all sailors as muscular as you are? I know Shkald was built like an ox, too."
The girl drew back her foot and kicked the pirate between the legs. He's wasn’t expecting it, and fell over in a heap. That got the attention of the other ten pirates rather quickly who looked at the two of them. Some of them started laughing at their fallen comrade. She drew a sword and levelled it at his prone form.
Akilla says "He fell like that, too, when I did that to him when I was a little girl."
"Did you call me a whore you bastard? Did you?"
"Ow....yes....I'm sorry....put the sword away."
"You better be sorry. Now get out of my sight, or by the Dead Gods you'll loose your sack while your friends watch."
Rather than helping their brother in arms, the pirates seem to have decided to enjoy the entertainment. They issue some choice ridicule as he crawls out of there. Yusuke looked around "Anyone else feel like slinging petty insults, or can I go find the captain now?" Akilla looked at the sword with some indifference and turned back to the tormented sailor. "Ah, right. In his cabin, you said?"
Curzon said ""No. Right here." He walked to the head of the plank. He was big man, bald, scarred, and dressed in a hodgepodge outift with bits of over half a dozen different navies in it." Curzon said "Get out of here, Rade. Now, who are you and why such an impolite entrance?"" Yusuke said "Yusuke Canton, and I'm looking for something supposedly in your possession." Akilla eyed Yusuke. "We're not together. I am Captain Akilla Felsana of the Wyld Hounds. I have come to confirm some rumors."
“The map, right?” asked Curzon, with a smirk. “Heh, I was wondering when the first buyers would show up." Akilla met his gaze. "Yes, captain. I do not think you would enjoy the consequences of offending my superiors by refusing their offer, but that is purely friendly advice." She smiles warmly.
They went into his cabin. It was quite well-furnished, though the furnishings seemed to have come from half a dozen different styles. He took a seat behind his desk.
"You're not the first one to ask about this. I had a man who called himself Typhon come up here this morning, asking about it. So, what have you got to offer me?" asked the pirate.
Akilla said "Whatever he offered and more, I assure you."
Yusuke shrugged "The standard buried treasure. However, I'll gladly pay quite a bit for the map, if thats what you'd rather."
Akilla glared at the girl and then smiled and watched events transpire.
Curzon said with a laugh, "That's all? I could sell these secrets to the Realm or Deathlords and never have to work again!"
Yusuke sighed and said in a bored tone "Magical artifacts? Pet spirits to serve you? Nymphs? A palace? My master is quite generous." Curzon grinned, showing his missing teeth. "Now, that's more like it. Who is your master?"
Akilla smiled at the captain. "You did not recognize the name of the Wyld Hounds, captain? Have you been out of port that long?"
"I've heard of them. A small mercenary company."
Akilla said with a shrug "We do what we must to survive after the fall of Thorns, captain, but I have my orders to find ways to liberate that city at any price from the Realm itself. If you can provide me with that map, I will see to it that you never need work another day."
Yusuke glanced over at the window, momentarily noticing motion outside. But her attention was distracted by Curzon taking out a glass case containing a fragment of some kind of yellowed paper. "I will need proof, of course. I'm not a stupid man, you know, nor am I unobservant. The man's not yet been born who can take me unawares."
Suddenly, the window shattered as an iron projectile shoots through it, impaling Curzon right through the chest. It was withdrawn just as quickly. A strange thing becames visible. It looked humanoid, but seems to be made out of iron. It moves with surprising nimbleness as the projectile withdrews into it's fingers, and it somersaulted into the room
Yusuke made a grab for the case, seizing it and shouting to Akilla "Get it away from the map!"
Akilla dropped the bow from her shoulder in an instant and has an arrow on it immediately. She stepped between Yusuke and the iron thing and fires at point-blank range. "Wait in line with the others." The arrow lodged in a joint, and it recoils. It looks about to attack, but then seems to change it's mind. "Murder! They have slain the captain!" it calls, and jumps back out the window. A second later, the door was flung open, and the pirates rushed in.
Yusuke cast a spell and became invisible. She scrambled out of there as Akilla removed two arrows from her quiver and stuck them behind her ears while she danced out of her opponent's reach. "So, where can I find your next of kin? You know. For when I have to deliver the bad news. Or would one of you like to volunteer to take dictation?" The pirates didn’t seem to be inclined to listen.
Akilla sighed as she removed the first arrow from her quiver. "I hate to make you an example, given your clear confusion, but..." She does not bother to dodge. The pirate’s sword comes down, but glances off of her chain shirt. Akilla doesn't flinch as the blow strikes her. She fires an arrow at her assailant and then one each at the nearest two other attackers. "I didn't kill your captain, actually. My cause is a worthy one, though. I can give you a life of purpose and glory."
Not expecting a range attack, the pirates were caught by surprise and they were quickly felled by the arrows. The ones coming in behind hesitate, reluctant to face her.
Akilla notched another arrow and said "I offer you a choice. You can join my crusade to liberate Thorns, leave the room quietly and disturb me no further, or..." she glances at the corpses on the floor. "...or I arrange it so you never have to work another day..." She smiled sweetly. "I'd rather make friends than lose ammunition." She calmly retrieves those used arrows within her reach, wipes the blood off on her pants, checks them, and returns the good ones to her quiver before she departs. The surviving pirates fell back slowly, unwilling to threaten her or her men directly.
Akilla frowned, looking into the crowds for the girl. "I don't know how she did that, but she won't get far on foot. The nearest settlement must be weeks away. The town is small enough that we can keep tabs on people leaving on horseback or ship. You two watch the docks. I'll check the roads out. “
After a few minutes searching, Akilla found the girl and accosted her. "Going somewhere?" Yusuke looked up at her confidently "Yeah, I'm hungry so I'm going to eat. You?"
"Sounds like a plan. I think I'll join you, if you don't mind. There are matters we should probably discuss."
"If you insist." The sat down at a nearby resturant. Yusuke found an empty table, plunks down and orders a huge meal and a quantity of mead. Akilla followed. "That was a very clever stunt you pulled back there. Do you mind telling me how you did it, or is it not something we can discuss in such immaculate company?"
Yusuke says "What trick was that?"
Akilla ordered a simple meal, complete with cheap beer. "Drawing lines in the air and disappearing. What use do you have for the map?"
Yusuke tore into the meal and downed the mead like water. She looked up, wiping his mouth with the corner of her smock and belches "Sorry. That? Just a trick I picked up in school. Surprisingly useful. As for the map, I need it to find something. What do YOU want the map for?"
" I think you heard me mention my business with Thorns? That map might be the key to banishing the undead there."
"Hmm.. Really? A shame."
"A shame? Why is that?""
"You didn't know what I did worked, can you even use the spells?"
They discussed finding the spells. It was proposed that Yusuke take them both to their hiding place, with Akilla and her soldiers providing protection. An hour later, they met up outside of town.
Yusuke said "Before we go, do any of you know this symbol?" Yusuke scratched a symbol into the dirt. One of the soldiers speaks up. "It looks like the High Realm symbol for "Move." but not quite." Akilla looked at Yusuke suspiciously for a moment. "Which of the Five do you serve? Mela? Hesiah?“
"Five what?"
Akilla nods. So she was ignorant of the Five Immaculate Dragons. "That's what I thought. Shall we go?"
Yusuke took a deep breath and begins to turn in a slow, stationary circle, raising hands over her head and calling out Words of Power to the winds. As she spun faster and faster the winds mimic her actions, gathering around the four in a wailing wind storm. Yusuke said one final thing and stopped dead. The winds contracted into a funnel, gripping everyone and swiftly drawing them north. Yusuke remains in the stable center, but the other three are whirled around the perimeter at alarming speeds.
It was about ten miles north, leaving a trail of blown leaves, bent grass and startled wildlife behind them. They come to a windswept, seaside cliff. It was considerably windier and chillier up here.
Akilla 's eyes twinkled as she smiled. "Fascinating. How does someone so young know so much?" Yusuke growled "Unfortunately, in this case, appearances can be decieving."
Now they knew the symbol, they could see the pattern of the symbol, reproduced on the cliff. It was above a patch of flat cliff-face, which now they noticed, seemed unusually smooth. It looked to be possible to climb down there. Yusuke said "Right, why don't we go down there, and you three try pushing it?" Yusuke clambered down the cliff face and waits for the other three. Akilla and the soldiers cautiously followed.
They made it down to the relevant section, just. It was hard to get a grip in the loose clods of earth, and it was at least 100 feet down, though they manage to find a ledge in the right place that was big enough to support them. "What are we facing?” asked Akilla. “I need to know which arrows to use." "Damned if I know. I'd probably vote for traps, guardian demons and the undead." Yusuke replied "If this is like the last place, there’s probably something nasty in there. Now, push."
With a single push on the symbol, the rock face shimmered and vanished as if it had never been there. Inside, there was a passage winding into the cliff face. It was small, but big enough to pass through.
The four of them went down the tunnel, looking for traps. The passage wound through the cliff. Illumination, faint blue light, was there, though it has no obvious source. Eventually, the tunnel opened into a stalactite and stalagmite-encrusted chamber, with a pool of pure water in the middle. There were two plinths in the middle, with a scroll resting on each of them. Yusuke said "Don't. Touch. Anything."
One of the soldiers stepped forwards. "I volunteer to try and get them, ma'am."
Yusuke sighed "Don't move, ok?" She cautiously entered the room and examined each pillar, then peeked at both scrolls, without touching anything. Akilla shook her head at the request. "Stay here, for now. She clearly has more experience with this sort of thing than any of us do."
Yusuke looked round. "Allright. I need two volunteers to grab each parchment at the same moment, and then we get to run like hell. I don't see any traps, but you'd be surprised the lengths some people will go to."
The soldier frowned. "No, I insist." He steps forward, and grabbed one of the scrolls. His face shimmered, and changed, and they were then looking at a handsome young man with a cruel smile and spiky black hair.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Typhon, representing the great Mask of Winters. Your real minion is actually unconscious in a Starfare alley right now. I do not want to fight you--"
Akilla knew that name well. This man was one of the Abyssal Exalted, the death-tainted Exalts who were the elite warriors of the mysterious, godlike Deathlords, of whom the Mask of Winters was one. The Abyssals had been instrumental in extending the hand of the Mask over the city of Thorns and now one of them was here? She didn’t hesitate.
He was cut off as Yusuke grabbed the other scroll. Akilla nocked, drew, and fired in one smooth movement, aiming to knock the scroll out of his hand. It went flying. Typhon stepped back, drawing an axe as she aimed another arrow at his heart. "I apologise, but you cannot be allowed this spell. The Shadowlands must remain as they are. Now please get out of my way. I don't want to hurt you."
Yusuke said "Well, yeah. But there were two scrolls. There was only a 50 percent chance you guessed right."
“Indeed. But will you take that risk? Once the Daybreak witch has surveyed it, you will have it back if it is the one you want. But fighting would only damage it." As he spoke, Typhon recovered the scroll.
Akilla nocked another arrow. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. I suggest you surrender the scroll to us. I'd hate to get your blood on the parchement. Thorns will be free from the reign of death."
“And risk sealing the one you want in the Shadowlands? We are at an impasse."
Yusuke said "That we are. You know, I could check them both now.."
He recoiled in fear as golden light billowed from Akilla. A golden disc burned on her brow. The mark of the Zenith, high priest of the Exalted, and enemy of the minions of darkness.
He quailed, but rallied, and readies his axe. "Or I could take yours, and your hand with it." His axe flew out. Yusuke leapt backwards nimbly, attempting to quickly roll away from the attack.
Typhon recovered his composure, but his voice was unsteady as he asked "What are you?" The good humour had left his voice. His axe flew through the air and returned to his hand. "Plainly, I will need to hope I have the right one. I must leave now."
Yusuke slashed at him with her sword. Though the heavy armoured jacket Typhon wore absorbed some of the blow, it still drew blood. He began to speak the words of a spell.
Akilla shot at the plinth behind him, attempting to ricochet the arrow off it and into the scroll, knocking it forward into her hands. The arrow shot forward, glances away, and struck. Having not seen the attack coming, Typhon was unable to defend. The scroll tore, but most of it went flying away into Akilla’s hand.. Typhon tries to grab it futiley. Typhon shrank back. He seemed to be showing real concern, and completed his spell.
Typhon exploded into a flock of midnight-black crows, and they hurtled past the two. The flock headed out of the cave and away.
Yusuke nodded to Akilla, then ran, with one of the scrolls.
Akilla sighed, took the damaged scroll and headed out. At the entrance of the cave, she noticed a knotted rope dangling in front of the entrance, from above. Akilla pulled on it experimentally. "Who's there?" she called up. "Call me Crane. Don't worry, I'm a friend." came the voice from above.
Ariand followed her. Holding the rope, wrapped around a rock, was a young man with dark skin and curly black hair, He wore the robes of a scholar, but seemed quite well-built and not discomfited by the chill at all. Crane said ""Good day, Akilla. Your friend went off chasing birds before I could find her, I'm afraid. She'll be back soon, don't worry. I gather you ran into some trouble down there?"
"No trouble. Just a scum-sucking minion of the undead is all."
"I hope neither of the scrolls were damaged in the fracas? Placing them there and making them look adequately old was not an easy task, I can tell you."
Akilla frowned. "Placing them there and making them look old?"
"Yes, I set this up. I had not counted on the deathknight's intervention, though." He paused. "My familiar says he's found the Twilight and she's coming back. That's a relief."
"Ah, one of the Unclean. I suppose that makes sense." Akilla said "She would recognize the counterfeit."
"The scrolls were bait. Expensive, irreplacable bait, but my mentor felt that they had to be genuine. She said the spells in them were perfect to lure a Twilight and a Zenith here, and she was right. Such a relief. If only that pirate we hired had been able to keep his mouth shut...."
"Bait. Are these scrolls real or aren't they? Well, not THESE scrolls, but the witchery they contain. I have a bone to pick with this...Mask of Winters..."
"Yes, they are....but damaged, I see. Hopefully, it can be repaired."
"Sorry. I should have used a fowling arrow, but I was expecting combat, not a fancy trick."
"You misunderstand me. If I said I spoke as a Chosen of the Maiden of Journeys to a Resplendent Sun, would that make you feel any easier for you? I am not here to hurt you."
"Chosen of the Maidens, I can understand. Resplendant Sun sounds like a polite name for one of the Blasphemous." The word was what she had always been taught people like her were, the demonic demigods who had forced the people of the First Age to bow down and worship unclean gods. "I will not be turned against my Empress by demonic tricks. I exist to serve one purpose, and I will seek the Immaculate Order as soon as my quest is complete. I know my fate."
"No, you do not.” said Crane, stepping forward and holding his hands out. “Your fate is greater than the petty politics of empire. There are others like you. Two of you sent a deathknight running. Imagine what a proper group of you could do. The Sidereal Exalted guided your kind in an age gone by, and we wish to do so again."
"My kind tore down the Old Realm with our madness. Once I have tasted that insanity, Crane. I dare not think what evils I might commit as it tightens its grasp. Thorns must be liberated, and I will not rest until I see the faces of my children again without the palor of death upon them."
"But cannot sin be purged? The Immaculate Order teaches that a soul attains perfection and is absolved of sin through many incarnations. Would not the millenia of purgatory be enough to remove the taint from even the worst soul? My mentor knows the truth about those times. You see, she was there."
Akilla shook her head. "I am a soldier, not a theologian. I know what I have been taught. The Anathema are the spawn of demons like Mask of Winters. I have fought them for nearly a decade and can only guess they have given me a taste of the maddening power in the hopes I will turn against my faith and betray those to whom I owe my loyalty."
"I can see your faith is rooted deep. But will you not at least speak with her? What do you have to fear? After all, the Balphemous are supposed to be the ones who seduce with honeyed words."
"I will fight for Thorns unto my dying breath. I will raise an army to terrify even the dead. But do not ask me to believe I am not condemned for using the dark gifts I have been granted. My speech is plain, is it not? Where is the honey lure in my tongue, Crane? I will speak to your mentor, though. First, I should tend to my incapacitated ally, though."
Crane nodded. "A worthy goal. And one we share. Overthrowing the Realm, even if it were possible, would be a disaster. And why do that when there are so many more deserving targets? I will find the Twilight, and talk to her too. Meet me here tomorrow, and I will show you the way to her abode."
Akilla said "Very well. I will see what she has to say."
Crane smiled broadly. "That pleases me. A new day has come, Akilla. And I hope you come to realise how glorious it could be one day. Fare well." He headed off into the woods, leaving Akilla alone on the clifftop.
Elsewhere, Typhon dismounted from his horse on the edge of a shadowland, in the shade of a cluster of dead trees, and exhaled a gasp of relief as he enters the border where the Underworld merged with the real world and began to draw Essence into himself once more. But suddenly, he spotted something, and draws his axe. "Who's there?”
“Just me.” said a woman, as she suddenly became visible. “They sent me to meet you.” She was petite, with cropped black hair and a beautiful, if pale face. She wore the garb of any traveller, but carried a pair of ornate wind-fire wheels at her side and had a pale orange gemstone in a jade periapt around her neck, which glowed faintly. Like Typhon, a pale grey, empty disc glittered on her brow.
“Madchen. Why are you here?”
“The Mask wishes to see you. He’s very unhappy about your failure.”
“You were watching me?”
“Yes, Mazikeen was letting all four of the Grey Sisterhood watch. It was quite funny, in a sad way.”
“They were lucky. Had I known I faced two Solars, I would have—“
“Save your excuses for the Mask.” Madchen turned to leave, but turned back. “One other thing. He says he’s very interested in the identity of the Zenith you fought. That might yet save your hide.”
“You will not be so contemptuous when you are the one to face them.”
“That will soon be put to the test, it seems.” Madchen smiled happily to herself, and in an instant, was gone from sight again. Typhon muttered a curse to himself, and prepared to ride onto the dark city of Thorns.