For the Love of Tomeri...(23June2004)

crater said:
Yikes! :eek: I wonder where that was found? If we can find out where it is being kept we can find out where Miranda Alman will show up next! :]

It's about time that Miranda Allman made an appearance, thanks for the idea :lol: Hmm, I wonder where the adventurers could be going next?
 

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Part 20 What Lies Beneath

chapter 1 May Tomeri Keep You Safe in Her Arms

That night Serena lay awake thinking about what Zakar had mentioned about the Garden. It was bothering her that she could not figure out what the crystals signified and she turned looked over to see if the hound archon was awake. Zakar sat quietly nearby watching over his mistress. She asked him to describe again the happenings in her Garden.

"There was a rain of crystals, some time after Roxanne entered the Garden. It seemed as if something was being asked of the Garden and it was responding." The hound archon had described once again what happened in the garden and the feeling that he experienced during the strange event.

"Wait a minute, Roxanne is in the Garden?" Serena was shocked to hear the news and she felt her chest tighten with emotion.

"Yes,” Zakar replied gently. “I had presumed that you had invited her."

"Not specifically but she is more than welcome of course." Serena thought back to the half-elven woman who had helped to evacuate the orphanage in the port city of Haven before the modrons had marched through. After the mechanical creatures had passed through nothing remained of the orphanage or Roxanne.

"It felt as though the Garden was being probed or studied by something." This was not something that the hound archon understood or had the language to describe and he tried to convey his feelings as best as he could.

"Probed, by what?" Serena asked sounding concerned.

"By another crystal,” Zakar responded. “It was communicating with the Garden."

"I'm seriously contemplating that this might be Nyon." Serena did not sound happy and hoped that the interfering god of Fate and Prophecy was not messing with her Garden.

"I do not believe that it was him my Lady." Zakar had met Nyon briefly and could sense his presence if he was nearby.

"Ah, interesting.” The seer let her intuition guide her and thought of another possibility. “Eliel?"

"My lady, I am confused," the hound archon could not follow Serena's train of thought.

"I wonder if it was Eliel," the seer explained.

"For a brief moment I had a mental image of a small creature with green skin, pointed ears and it carried many strange devices." Zakar's eyes were almost closed as he concentrated hard at trying to figure out what he experienced in the Garden.

"That would be Pic," Littleby pointed out.

"Pic?" Serena asked, not recognising the name or meaning of the word.

"The gobber from the Iron Kingdoms,” the dwarven scholar reminded his friend.

"Oh, when we were on the Princess Profiteer and he scanned the garden. That explains it." It finally made sense to Serena what had happened in the Garden. The gobber had probed the Garden with his three crystal apparatus before the jump to the Outlands, that had manifest as a rain of crystals in the Garden.

"It must have been a mental scan of some kind," Littleby mused.

"Yes," Serena agreed. "Zakar, I'd like to see Roxanne." She took hold of the hound archons golden furred hand and clutched her silver locket in the other hand.

"Of course my Lady, I will take you to her," Zakar replied. The locket grew warm in Serena's hand and they disappeared from sight.

Serena and Zakar entered the Garden in the usual place, inside the orchard next to her cottage. In the distance she could see the crystal garden across the lake and the fields of barley nearby. In the other direction was a large hill with a dark forest on the other side. The seer felt something stir in the lake, but could not tell what it was.

The hound archon led the heart seer over the hill, away from the lake and in the direction of the forest. Between the hill and the tree line were several buildings, some of which lay in ruins. They looked exactly the same as the remains of the orphanage in the port city of Haven. Serena could make out the form of a plump half-elven woman sweeping between the ruined buildings and she felt a lump in her throat at seeing Roxanne again.

"It's growing. The Garden is changing." Serena said to her companion.

"Yes, my Lady," the hound archon replied, unsure of how much his mistress truly understood what the Garden actually was.

"Roxanne," the seer placed her arms around the half-elven woman and embraced her in greeting.

"Lady Serena,” Roxanne spoke softly, afraid that she might be an unwelcome visitor. “I hope that I am not imposing."

"I want to thank you," Serena spoke from the heart, genuinely grateful for what the carer had done.

"For?" Roxanne looked around at the ruins and sighed at the thought of all the work that she still had to do. She could not see anything obvious that the Chosen of Tomeri might be grateful for.

"For all your help,” Serena said softly. “For your bravery."

"Oh, it's the least that I could do." Roxanne understood what the seer was referring to and felt quite self-conscious.

"No Roxanne, it's the most that you could do." The heart seer was almost overcome with emotion at seeing the half-elven woman and recalling her sacrifice.

"I did what Tomeri asked of me," Roxanne said.

"Yes you did," Serena agreed.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay here," the half-elven woman choked back her tears. The emotions of their reunion almost too much to bear.

"Of course," Serena said and she gave her a big hug.

"How go things outside?" Roxanne asked after a brief pause.

"'Interesting' is the best word for it," the seer smiled wryly.

"And the little ones, are they OK?" Roxanne tried to make the question sound casual, but she could not hide her concern.

"They are fine,” Serena reassured her. “Haven is being rebuilt. The children are being rehoused."

"You haven't by any chance come across two halflings recently? Silvermoon and Kriskrafts?" The half-elven woman had sensed their presence from within the Garden and hoped that Serena had come across them. She knew that the halfling couple were a great source of strength and comfort to many in the faithful of Tomeri.

"Yes I met them in the infirmary in Ecstasy," the seer confirmed.

"They are good people, I hope that you meet them again." Roxanne smiled at hearing the good news.

"They are very good people," Serena agreed.

"When I met them they seemed to me to exemplify the wisdom of Tomeri. There is much that can be learned from them." The halfling couple had come to Haven some months before the march passed through. Silvermoon had recently finished an important piece of work and the trip had been in celebration. The halfling couple and their family were very popular when they visited the orphanage and Roxanne had been very grateful for their help.

"I only spoke with them for a short time," Serena said.

"I'm not sure if the others in the Garden have said anything, but now that there are four of us.” The half-elven woman looked over at Zakar who nodded his head in agreement, indicating that she should continue. “You have the choice whether to allow more people to enter it or not."

"I think that I need to wait before I make that choice," the seer replied. She had not been prepared for Roxanne to be in the Garden and although she was very welcome, Serena wanted some time to think about what other souls entering might result in.

"We are also aware of a man who drowned.” Zakar shook his head, but Roxanne pretended not to notice. “You have his memory as well."

"I do," Serena stated as she took out the black amulet shaped like a frog caught inside a piece of rock. It was the memory stone that she'd brought from A'kin, proprietor of the Friendly Fiend shop in the Lower Ward of the City of Doors. When Serena had explored the memory already stored inside, she'd found that it contained the last moments of a guard from Curst, gate-town to Carceri, who had been killed by his colleagues.
 

Chapter 2 Redemption of a Lost Soul

The shadowy outline of the guard from Curst appeared in front of Serena, Zakar and Roxanne. The hound archon growled softly in warning even though the pale shadow did not look threatening in any way. The man had a sorrowful expression on his face. His clothing appeared wet and he still wore the ugly armour that had dragged him to his death in the swamp outside of Curst.

"You are the man from Curst," Serena said unsure of what the shadow's name was.

"I am yes," the man replied, his voice sounding as if it came from somewhere beneath the ground.

"You were murdered," the seer made the statement in the hopes that the shadow would confirm her theory.

"I suppose that I got what was coming to me," the man did not bother to deny the truth of what happened to him.

"What is your name?" Serena asked.

"My name is Enrimas," the shadow of a man replied.

"I am Serena, you are welcome in my home." The seer smiled at the shadow and he felt as though he was moving closer whilst appearing to stay in the same place.

"But you do not know me," the man said incredulously.

"I do not need to," the seer shrugged her shoulders and smiled. She could tell that Zakar was not pleased with her decision and she chose to ignore him for the moment.

"I thank you," Enrimas said, truly grateful for the great reward that Serena had given him. Colour slowly seeped in to his form and his body became more substantial. Within moments he had become as real as Roxanne and Zakar in the Garden.

"Are you the presence that I felt in the lake?" Serena asked, thinking back to the feeling of something lurking at the edges that she'd experienced when she entered the Garden.

"No.” The man shook his head emphatically. “Would you like me to investigate it?"

"Well I'm certainly planning to investigate it before I leave. If you can help me with that would be fantastic." Serena had made up her mind to find out what else might be lurking in her Garden and wanted to sort out the situation in the lake as soon as possible.

“Of course," the man replied. He experienced such a profound feeling of relief and happiness at being allowed fully in to the Garden that he was willing to do anything for this woman. He'd never felt love and acceptance as this before in his life.

"Zakar, can you find Inlia and bring her and Roxanne to the lake." Serena commanded her companion and got ready to set off back up the hill.

"Yes my Lady," the hound archon growled and cast an angry stare at the former shadow.

"Enrimas, will you please come with me." The seer held out her arm and the man gratefully escorted her up the hill and down the other side.

As they walked the guards' armour and countenance changed. The leering faces on his armour became more noble. They transformed in to stern faces who were staunch guardians of love, honour and justice. His clothes dried out and gained a more colourful look, unlike the drab appearance that they had in life. By the time that they had reached the lake the man's appearance had altered to such an extent that he would not have looked out of place riding in to battle with the knights from the Order of Planar Militant. Even his stride became more confident.

"I have lived as a shadow of this place for some time.” Enrimas looked down at his changed appearance, although he was not surprised by the new image. “As a shadow I am aware that there are parts of us that we do not always want to reveal. It is my belief that what lies in there is a part of you that you may not wish to confront at this time."

"This is my Garden," Serena stated firmly.

"Yes it is," Enrimas agreed.

"In my Garden I am at peace. All of myself must be here." The seer felt as if she could express all the different and sometimes conflicting sides of herself here without fear of being judged by others.

"It is all here," Enrimas said confirmed.

"I must understand it and therefore confront it.” The seer sounded very determined and confident. “Thanks for your concern."

When Serena arrived at the lake she was met by her father. He did not sweep her off her feet as he did last time and approached her more cautiously. At first he hugged her somewhat awkwardly, but when she hugged him back he felt more comfortable.

"Father, you do not have to be afraid of me." Serena tried to read his expression, but his eyes did not reveal the secrets that they hid.

"Well, we have been apart for so long that it does feel as if we are strangers sometimes." Serena's father was very grateful to be close to his daughter, but he knew that they had a long road ahead of them.

"I understand," the seer replied wisely.

"Are you sure that you are ready for this?" her father asked, still seeking to protect his daughter even from herself.

"I am as ready as I'll ever be." Serena straightened her shoulders and faced the lake.

"You should know that I will always be here for you," her father said quietly as he held his daughter's hand.

The youthful Inlia, caring Roxanne and eternal Zakar joined them at the lake's edge. Serena waded in to the dark waters of the lake until it reached her hips and sensed that the bottom fell away sharply a short distance ahead.

"Reveal yourself,” she called out as she stood in the cold waters of the dark and deep lake.
 

chapter 3 Avatar of Anger

As Serena stood in the waters she felt uneasy. Deep inside her a dam that had been holding back all her anger, frustration and rage burst. The seer felt waves of anger washing over her and bubbling up from inside her like a geyser. For the first time in a long while she allowed herself to experience the hatred that she carried around, but always put to the side keeping it bottled up.

Warmed from inside by the heat of her anger, the seer watched indifferently as the waters of the lake began to bubble and boil. Damn Nyon for his interfering ways. Damn him for cryptic words and riddles. Damn Miranda Allman for ruining her life and being responsible for the death of her father. Damn the modrons for killing innocents in the city of Haven. Damn them all.

Suddenly the surface of the lake dipped downwards for a brief moment and then a large black reptilian head burst from beneath the water. The elder wyrm's head arched upwards and out of the lake, until she towered over Serena and the souls gathered at the edge of the lake. The dragon glared down majestically with a malevolent gleam in it's dark and sinister eyes. The ancient dragon let out a primal scream of rage and hatred, it's caustic breath spreading the stench of death to those nearby.

"Come to me," Serena commanded calmly.

The angry black dragon lowered her head until she was level with the heart seer of Tomeri. Zakar growled angrily, frustrated at not being permitted to act and feeling helpless in the face of the a creature of such malevolence and power. Serena had not moved from her spot in the lake and although her blue dress was soaked from the chest downwards, she appeared not to notice.

Scores have not been settled yet, I will not rest. The dragon spoke directly in to Serena's mind and she could feel the anger carried over by those words.

Neither will I, Serena vowed.

Then we are as one. The black dragon dipped its head downwards in a sign of respect, her chin going beneath the water briefly.

We are. I am not afraid of you. Serena studied the creature that had emerged from the dark lake, but could read nothing in the dragon's cold and hard eyes.

It is well that you should not be. The dragon's thoughts were tinged with scornful laughter. If ever you lose control of me, then fear me.

Yes, the seer replied, acknowledging the truth of that statement. Serena reached up and planted a kiss on the creature's scales which were as black as night. I need you, she thought.

Now? The dragon glanced briefly at the others, but dismissed them as unworthy of her attention.

Always, Serena answered.

I will hold you to this. The dragon stared hard at the seer.

You need me as well, Serena was coming to terms with what the creature was and what it represented. She realised that since it was part of her, it could not survive without her.

Of course. I will come when you call for me. The creature replied mirthfully. But there will also be times when I come and you have not call for me. All traces of humour disappeared from its thoughts and it attempted to judge Serena's reaction.

I am prepared for that. The seer thought confidently that she knew who and what she was.

You had better be. The dragon warned her. Some day you may lose control. I hope that you are ready to face the consequences of that.

I know myself. the seer re-iterated.

You had better. The great wyrm began to lower itself back beneath the waters of the lake.

I have all the control I need. Now that Serena knew what the creature was, she knew that she was in control of her anger.

Good luck to you then. The dragon disappeared beneath the surface of the lake and the waters became still once again.

"Well," Serena turned towards the others. "I need you too." She embraced each of the others who resided in the Garden. When she hugged Zakar, she noticed that he was trembling a little.

"Can we leave this place my Lady?" the hound archon asked respectfully. "Your father has chosen to reside here, but the rest of us are not comfortable here."

"By the lake?" The seer was surprised to hear Zakar express his fear of her. "She is only a part of me."

"We understand my Lady," Zakar replied gently. "But it is not a part of you that we are comfortable around."

"She is part of my strength," Serena stated confidently.

"Yes my Lady, but is not the strength that Tomeri would wish for you to draw upon," the hound archon said.

"Surely Tomeri wishes me to draw upon my entire self?" Serena felt a little annoyed at being told how to feel by Zakar.

"You know the will of Tomeri my Lady," the hound archon said, brining the discussion to an end.

"There is something that we need to do here before I leave." The seer took out the black, frog-shaped memory stone that she had bought from A'kin, owner of the Friendly Fiend shop in Sigil. She recorded in to it that moment when Zakar, her father, Inlia, Roxanne, Enrimas, and her were all standing at the water's edge.

Once that was done she left the Garden and rejoined her friends.
 


crater said:
...perhaps a hand of Vecna, or something of equivalent value? ;)

Maybe you could look for something in A'kin's shop. I'm sure that he would be willing to help you out :) Also, if you want to trade it for something else that is imbued with divine power, then perhaps you could petition Tomeri, Nyon or Grumbar?

I have to confess to not making Caleb's mephits as helpful as they could be. He's invested in a prestige class to get them and they should do something useful from time to time. A quick way to get to the para-elemtal plane of ooze is to jump in to random puddles in the Hive ward, especially the ones with the small grasping hands.
 
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We Interrupt This Adventure to bring you the following scholarly excerpt by the noted sage Littleby Cakebeard

[Note: this chapter was written by Crater, who plays Littleby Cakebeard]

Side note - Making Sense of it All

Making Sense of it All

The Dansters were once members of the outlawed faction called the Expansionists, they came to Tal'Chuan as fugitives and have been there for several generations.

Lord Danster went to rally his planar allies to combat the Illithid invaders, but he went missing.

The Harmonium were searching for the Dansters, in order to bring the fugitives to 'justice'. They then became involved in the war with the Illlithids.

Miranda Allman, Serena's step-mother made a contract with an Arcanoloth called Orroloth to gain power and status.

What was the relationship between Miranda Allman and the Danster family?

While following the trail the group is soon attacked by a band of Githyankis, led by one who we now know to be called Jezreen Quickeye, a high-up in the Council of Anarchy, who I think are based in Automata, gate-town to Mechanus.

Quickeye actually assists the party in fighting the Illithids, both there at the mountain spire city Tal'Chuan, and then much later in Automata in the arena, so we know she doesn't like Illithid, so why did she come to Tal'Chuan? Simply to fight Illithid? Probably not. Was Quickeye working against the Harmonium in Tal'Chuan, Anarchy vs Law? Would it be possible to find a timeline of the events around the invasion and Miranda Allman's rise to power?

The companions are frequently attacked by assassins, who each bear a black band around one finger. One of the assassins carries a magical dagger, an artifact related to Orcus, a dead fiendish god. One of the companions eventually gets overwhelmed by the personality of the dagger and now serves the assassins. When the companions fight the Assassins again in Sigil it turns out that they are Anarchists, and that they were sent by Miranda Allman, Serena's step-mother. So are all the assassins Anarchists, or is Miranda Allman just working with them to get Serena? The assassins imprisoned the companions on Acheron at one stage. If Miranda Allman wants Serena dead so badly why didn't they kill them there and then? Instead they left a mark of the Orcus. Am I wrong in presuming a connection between Miranda and the cult of the dead Orcus? Was that the nature of her contract with Orroloth?

In Commissioner Redstirke's office in the City Barracks, the illithid investigator told me that he had delved in to the mind of the last group of assassins.

He discovered their employer's name: Mirdanda Allman. He also discovered two other names. One relating to someone aiding the assassins and another relating to someone opposing them. The name of the ally is: Orroloth. The name of the enemy is: Jezrene.

A timeline of the events around the invasion and Miranda Allman's rise to power (GM Notes)

- in centuries past there was a great empire which grew out of the conquest of many countries
- eventually the empire began to wane and religious wars wracked the land
- the influences of the churches fell shortly afterwards and cabals of wizards rose to power
- the empire survived under the new leaders until one fateful day
- about a generation ago a new moon appeared in the sky over the world of Lammed
- with the new moon came invaders who enslaved and broke the empire is a short campaign that lasted less than six months
- those who were able to fled to the southern continent where the majority of people survive in the Mountain Spire cities
- others chose to live in small kingdoms between the cities, but the land is not very hospitable
- humans and other still live in the Northern continent where there is no war, famine or plague
- the Enemy allows them to continue with their lives and 'farms' them as and when necessary
- mostly they take for food, but sometimes for experimentation
- in the Southern continent the wizard cabals still rule, but the increase in psionics and planar influences threatens their power

So how does Miranda Allman fit in to all of this....

- Serena Allman was born to a high ranking officer in the army of Tal'Nattan and his beautiful wife
- At an early age it was discovered that Serena had mindwalking abilities
- She was raised in part by those who accepted people with these 'gifts'
- Her mother passed away and awhile later her father married a woman called Miranda
- This new wife was an ambitious women who came from an impoverished family, but she was very attractive and soon won over the retired officer
- Serena's education was in part sponsored by the Danster family who employed and trained her (although never in a formal capacity)
- the Dansters were one of the few noble families to admit to having 'mind gifts'
- It was during one of her longer journeys away from home that General Allman disappeared
- No one was sure what happened to him, but it was presumed that he had been carried off by the Enemy
- Sometimes afterwards Serena was asked by Lady Danster to look for her missing husband and Serena eventually journeyed to the planes in search of him

- Having acquired the Allman fortunes, Miranda proceeded to spread her influence by uniting many of the lesser Noble families in to a larger whole
- With the fall of the ruling cabal in Tal'Chuan and arrival of the Harmonium, many flocked to Miranda's banner for support
- It is rumoured that Miranda Allman possess unique gifts which are different to mindwalkers or the ruling wizards
- The Temple of Tomeri is opposed to Miranda's schemes, but does not have much military power to intervene
- There are rumours that the ruling Cabal is preparing to retire from the city of Tal'Nattan
- Miranda Allman has made it clear that the Enemy army which threatens Tal'Chuan will not reach Tal'Nattan
- People have begun disappearing in the lower levels of the city of Tal'Nattan and there are rumours of dark creatures prowling the lower levels

Recordings in a Mimir

[Note: this chapter was written by Crater, who plays Littleby Cakebeard]

One dark, sewer-scented anti-peak in the Lower Ward, Honorary Harmonium Officer Littleby Cakebeard, Dwarven wizard and negation specialist, joined Caleb Dour, the Earth Genasi priest of Grumbar and Elemental Paragon, for a mug of Moradin’s Swagger in the Earth quadrant of The Tavern of Elemental Evil.

Littleby related the tale of the companions since Serena, Malkir and Deus were charged with finding the missing Expansionist Lord Danster. Dour proved to be a patient listener. When 5 minutes after completing the summary Dour still hadn't responded, moved or even blinked, Littleby was startled by the Earth Genasi shifting suddenly in his stone chair and fixing eye contact.

“THAT'S INTERESTING.” The understatement was slow and deliberate. The Earth Genasi rarely seemed surprised, which considering the amount of information he tended to miss due to time-lag, was commendable.

“I have a theory.” began Littleby. Littleby had many theories. He theorised that the dark powers and arch-fiends of the Lower Planes were in fact nothing more than Imps, Mephits and rogue familiars playing the grandest and most elaborate hijinks, which mortals know as the Blood War, from their positions of almost absolute secrecy. He theorised that the Multiverse operated according to The Rule of Fours, which was like The Rule of Threes but superbly balanced and therefore more probable.

He continued: “It is known that the Anarchists are fractious, often working in isolated cells, sometimes with contrary objectives. We know that Jezreen Quickeye, a high ranking Anarchist, counts among her enemies Miranda Allman, who works with a separate cell. One thing that unites all Anarchists however is the long-term goal of bringing down the faction structure of Sigil.

“Now, I suspect that Toranna the Grey is herself not a Dustman. She works for the Luminous Ones whose objective is to infiltrate all the factions. To what end, revolution perhaps? When they were exposed where did they run to? To Carceri, land of vengelings and traitorlings, spiritual home and very physical headquarters of the Anarchists, so i’m told. I believe that the Luminous Ones are some kind of uber-cell within the Anarchists, and Toranna the Grey serves this purpose knowingly or unknowingly.”

Dour was once again silent for some time, then stirred as he began to speak:

“THERE SEEMS TO BE FAR TOO MUCH ANARCHY AT WORK FOR MY TASTES. ARE YOU CERTAIN THAT THIS MIRANDA ALLMAN IS IN LEAGUE WITH THE CULT OF ORCUS, THE GOD OF THE DEAD? NOT THAT I STUDY OTHER RELIGIONS IN MUCH DETAIL.”

“We can be sure that the Assassins she sends after us bear the black band of Orcus, a ring of unlife that perhaps signifies disconnection from the worlds of the living. My guess is that since signing the fiendish contract with the Yugoloth she has gained much influence within the cult.”

“PERHAPS THE YUGOLOTH SERVES A HIGHER MASTER. PERHAPS HE MERELY BROKERED THE CONTRACT.”

“Possibly, but he claims to be able to nullify the contract, or at least add clauses. This much I have seen him do. But listen, heres a fishy tale: Miranda Allman desperately wants Serena and her companions dead. Why? Could it be because of her mission to find Lord Danster, who went to rally opposition to the Illithid invaders? This would put her in league with the Illithid.”

“A FOUL UNION INDEED. MAANZACORIAN AND ORCUS. MAANZACORIAN IS THE CULT OF THE GOD OF DARK MAGIC, WHAT INTEREST WOULD THEY HAVE IN THE CHURCH OF A LONG DEAD FIEND?”

“...and why together would they invade an entire world, Orcus from within, Maanzacorian from without?”

There was a heavy silence. Silence was always heavy in company of the Earth Genasi. It was just that time itself seemed to slow down somewhat, the air around him took on the consistency of butter.

“COULD IT BE THAT THE TWO UNHOLY CHURCHES COMBINED INTEND TO RAISE THE DEAD FIEND ORCUS?”

The butter visibly churned. Littleby stood up, his face pale, and walked slowly towards the bar.

“SUCH A FEAT MAY REQUIRE PERHAPS THE SACRIFICE OF COUNTLESS THOUSANDS OF SOULS.” said Dour, lost in thought, not realising his companion had left the table.

At length, Littleby, two more mugs of Swagger, and a large urn of dumpling Schlock arrived at the table.

“Where do undead Illithid go to drink in Sigil?” asked Littleby, having regained his composure somewhat. The furrows in Caleb's heavy brow were furrowing thrice-fold. “The Tavern of Smelly Mental Evil.” said the Dwarf coldly. “Do you want the dumplings?” he enquired, ladelling Schlock into a pair of tin bowls.

“PERHAPS WE WOULD GET SOME ANSWERS THERE THEN.”

“Very possibly my friend,” slurped the Dwarf, “...very possibly.”
 
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We Interrupt This Adventure to bring you the following scholarly excerpt by the noted sage Littleby Cakebeard

[Note: this chapter was written by Crater, who plays Littleby Cakebeard]

Chapter 3 - Stonecunning

One day, the legendary engineer Ripshack Stonecunning was measuring the cogs of Mechanus when he espied his friend of old, Obvio, a daring young Halfling planewalker of no small experience. The old Dwarf hi-ho’d his alemate and after they had greeted each other they began to exchange tales of all the wonderful things they had seen and learned on their travels:

“I have walked The Great Wheel,” declared the Halfling, “and I have seen the gloomy streets of the City of Signs, whose shape reminded me of my grandmothers homemade cruzzlesvits. This is proof indeed that the ring is the most natural form of all towards which all things are inclined.”

“I trust you have also witnessed the cyclic nature of time, how things sooner or later arrive back at the point at which they started?” inquired the old Dwarf.

“Why that I have!” enthused the Halfling, “I set off on my journey seven years ago, I have fought many battles, eluded certain death, I have ridden Nic’Epona over the river Oceanus, tumbled in Arborean hay with maidens of savage virtue, leapt between cubes as the armies of Archeron waged bloody, mindless war all around me, picked goodberries from the branches of the World Ash, tumbled in Arborean hay with maidens of savage virtue...”

“...you said that bit already,” interrupted the Dwarf, chuckling. “It sounds as if your journey has been fraught with many dangers and triumphs, why I’ll wager my beard that your life, and those of many others, hung in the balance so frequently you almost grew bored of Death’s company.”

“Well yes, I have cheated fate on more than one occasion...” explained Obvio, “but the point is; here we are once again nattering away as we did years back, gazing at the marvel of the grinding wheels of Mechanus, as once we did. Even my ring of invisibility is... well... ring-shaped. That, for me, concludes the matter. THINGS FORM RINGS!”

Stonecunning pondered for a moment, then turned to his Monodrone assistants who had been pacing out some invisible geometry.

“Modrons! Form a circle!” he ordered. Promptly the little creatures came bobbing along and huddled into a more or less circular formation. “There you see,” gesticulated the old Dwarf, “I think you’ll find that things actually form squares!”

Obvio scratched his neck, looking suspiciously out of the corner of his eye at the engineer.

“You appear to have swallowed a sextant you old bearded boffin." he remarked after a pause, "May I suggest you have perhaps left your lenses in Limbo? It’s a ring. It is a ring that they have formed.”

The Dwarf squinted at the Modrons who were patiently waiting further instructions. “Erm...” his voice petered out as he began to walk around the perimeter of the ring inspecting them, pausing occasionally to tap his chin and look a particular Monodrone up and down.

At length Stonecunning completed his circumnavigation and came to stand once again next to his friend, still with his quizzical gaze fixed on the circle.

“They have formed a ring.” repeated the Halfling carefully.

“Indeed.” said the Dwarf, “But at what point did they do so?”

“Well, when you told them to.” replied Obvio. The Monodrones were trying not to appear awkward.

“Quite so.” affirmed the Dwarf, “There was a pivotal moment in which their actions were determined.” He continued: “I could have said.... nothing, for example, and they would have carried on doing what they had been doing. But as it came to pass, I decided to issue them with an instruction, and now they are somewhere other than where they would have been. There are many such pivotal moments, or ‘decisions’, from the Dwarven word ‘decik’grakk’, meaning keystone. They are points at which things change direction, or ‘corners’, from the Dwarven word ‘corn’ngrakk’, which also means keystone. Things, therefore, form squares.”

The Halfling thought for a while. “Maybe there actually are no corners because our destinies decide our actions for us!” challenged Obvio.

“And you a Halfling, shame on you!” mocked the Dwarf, “Destiny, like Luck, is just another loaded dice. A and B should result in C but Hey Ho, Grumbar has a bad beard day one day and we end up with D. Destiny decrees by it’s very presence that there shall be corners.”

“Ah! But then there are so many corners that the whole appears circular!” emitted Obvio triumphantly.

“Perhaps...” began the Dwarf “...to one who does not possess the knack of stonecunning.”

“Why not Dodecahedrons? They have corners, and they’re almost round too.” chanced Obvio.

“Boccob’s Razor.” replied the Dwarf.

“Triangles then?”

“Issues of balance.”

“Ah, well, fine!” the Halfling shrugged, “Keep your squares, and I’ll keep my circles.” And with that he departed. As the rotating cogs bore him away, he could be faintly heard over the noise, shouting something to do with Arborea.

Finally Stonecunning turned his attention back to his work, and soon discovered the Rule of Fours.
 
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We Interrupt This Adventure to bring you the following scholarly excerpt by the noted sage Littleby Cakebeard

[Note: this chapter was written by Crater, who plays Littleby Cakebeard]

Chapter 4 - Darkvision

A great compliment to pay a Dwarf of Brule Narn is to say that his heart has become hardened.

The miners of Red Beard Mountain, as it is known in the common tongue, live and die within its labyrinth of great halls and seemingly bottomless shafts, and two centuries of labour as is allotted to us by Moridan Moradin will surely harden the heart against weal and woe, and strengthen the soul against draught and drought. I am at midpoint in my allotment, but I was young by half a century when I gave up my wife and children to the forge elements, as it was forbidden for the dead of the kingdom to be returned to the womb of the mountain.

The arrival of Lutshift Broadvein in Brule Narn was like the touch of boiling water to frozen hands; a danger wrapped in a blessing, perceived but unfelt. He brought with him the three surviving members of his outcast clan, none of whom had ever set foot in the halls. Of their work remain two things: The Rite of The Forge; that the dead were henceforth to be destroyed by fire so as not to be corrupted as they lay in the earth, and the Darkseers; a small group of arcanists trained to a high craft by the renegades themselves.

I had been offered the post of Junior Mineshaft Safety Inspector for the Jonstown Company, a fine offer indeed, but instead volunteered to the tutelage of Broadvein's Darkseers when I lost that which I desired to protect most of all. I was the fourth student, there were I believe four more after me.

It was by the gloom of lamplight, for the outcast had long since forgotten his darkvision, that my new master revealed his secrets to us:

"It is not darkness that we fear, it is shadow. The world of shadow of which we hear in legend, that which is wicked and untrue, is this one. We are the vague reflection of the two truths, a byproduct of the ancient struggle between light and dark. As such we are an imperfect mixture, as impure and unrefined as the ore we drag from the mountain.

"The darkness that has come upon this great Kingdom is the first truth. We have been offered a glimpse into the world from which all shadows are cast. It is pure, and perfect, and terrible, but we are sons of Moridan Moradin and we should not fear the darkness. As the earth yields its hidden treasures so does the darkness reveal itself before our deep eyes, because Earth was once long ago the twin of Darkness. Understand that the death, the horror, the suffering that you have all witnessed are but shadows cast through our imperfection, it is we that are corrupt, the truth is pure.

"We are Arcanists. To those above it is The Art, but to us it is The Craft, and we use it to refine ourselves, to purify ourselves in Vulcan fire, to temper ourselves in Glacial water. My soul is hardened beyond that which two centuries of labour could achieve and as such I cast no shadow, but you are not ready to see in the darkness as I do. Your people experience the truth thusly:

"The first stage is the emotions. The most primal negative drive is fear. This is why your people have been fighting themselves for some years. Your deepest shafts tapped its subtle power at first and it made you jealous and greedy, so you dug deeper, and faster, only to accelerate its pervasion. The darkness has come upon you slowly and turned you upon each other, so it has been very difficult for you to organise effective countermeasures.

"The second stage is corporeal death. When in strength, It sucks the lifeforce from you by its very touch. This is the 'plague' that has befallen you of late, no disease, no sickness, just darkness. Your people, already consumed with fear and hatred, are bled slowly of their very being, and thus the graveyards are filled.

"The third stage is the corruption of your lifeless corpse. As you bury your dead in the mountain they are consumed with unlife. Thus your graveyards become palaces for the undead, and generation after generation of Dwarves buried layer upon layer throughout the mountain are returned upon the living in undeath. The survival of your civilisation so far is due to the strength of the seals on your tombs.

"The aperture through which came the darkness has now been closed and will be held so by the continued vigilance of you few who will come to understand this energy, for energy it truly is. Some call it the Blackweave, implying structure, form and organisation. Some call it Negation, implying complimentary and fatal opposition. Your word for it is Nil, meaning unseen. It is all these things and you must become its master, you must develop a sense for it, perhaps even a taste for it, because to know it is to love it.

"Many years hence, when your craft is mature, you will set forth from the mountain and seek out sources of knowledge in places you have only seen in dreams and nightmares. You will learn well because the aperture has a strong will, and it wants to reopen. When it has gathered sufficient strength to attempt such an act, a power greater than I possess now, or that any single one of you alone may possibly possess will be required to meet that terrible hour with any hope of survival. Learn well brave sons of Moridan Moradin because I shall not remain amongst you for long."

For his services Lutshift was granted full reinstatement for his people and an unconditional pardon for his late father, but when they had completed their task, Clan Broadvein left and was never seen again.

It was as if they had walked into the heart of Nil itself.
 
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Part 21 Now Would be a Good Time

chapter 1 Unreliable News

When Serena joined her friends again she thought to herself 'I have the love of my friends, the wisdom to know myself and this is the will of Tomeri'. She watched as Cade chatted with Andrew and noticed that the conversation was almost entirely one-sided with the halfling doing the majority of the talking. He never seemed to stop smiling either. Littleby sat a little distance away scribbling in one of his tomes and next to him sat Caleb polishing his large hammer.

Serena felt a slight warmth in her locket and reached for it. She had a sensation as a presence was nearby and recognised it as belonging to her father.

“We are very proud of you,” her father said. “You have come further than any of us could have hoped for.”

“I don't know what to do now, should I go back to Gateway?" Serena thought. "To present myself before the high priest?”

“Tomeri is aware of the level that you have reached. If you travel to her realm then you may get a more direct contact.” Serena's father assured her. “You are much further along the Path than the other Chosen of Tomeri.”

“I think that I need to go to Gateway some time soon,” the see though to herself.

“Perhaps in a little more time, there are still things left undone.” Her father's thoughts felt more distant as if he was further away or not revealing everything.

“You're telling me,” Serena sighed and did not bother to go over the long list of things to do in her mind.

“I'm sorry to say this but since my time in the Garden I have to come to a realisation. The woman whom I spent a portion of my life with in the last few years was not your step-mother.” Her father sounded more apprehensive and confused.

“Sorry?” Serena was caught off guard by her father's revelation and her immediate response was not to believe it.

“It wasn't her. There were some things that Miranda did which she stopped doing. I should have seen it sooner.” This time her father felt more certain in his thoughts, as if he had just made up his mind about it. “I do not believe that the woman who now calls herself Miranda Allman is not whom she says that she is.”

“Father you are labouring under the illusion that she was ever a good woman,” Serena thought angrily.

“I admit that she was not kind to you, but she was human at least.” Her father felt genuinely remorseful, ashamed and not having stood up for his daughter all those years.

“That is an interesting insight,” Serena replied, not wishing to argue with her father further.

“I could be wrong and I pray that I am.” The seer's father did not believe that he was wrong on the matter, but he hoped that he was. If his theory was true, then the consequences would be even more dire.

“I don't know what to pray." Serena felt physically tired from the journey and emotionally worn out from seeing Roxanne and confronting the dragon. To have her father reveal his theory at this time was simply too much. She let go of the locket and turned her attention back to the others. "Bye father.”
 

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