Drowbane said:
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Fun scene to write today. In one paragraph alone I had to do seven profanity edits (can you guess who was speaking?).
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Chapter 191
ANOTHER AFTERMATH
They found no sign of Tribitz.
Even after Serah had brought Allera back to consciousness, and the two of them treated the various wounds they’d suffered in the brief but violent confrontation with the goblin high priest and its minions, they had been in pretty bad shape. Talen was the worst off; in addition to being blind, Talen’s right arm was severed at the elbow. He’d basically just remained where Serah had left him, sitting against the threshold of the doorway connecting the two temple chambers, clutching at the stump of his arm, staring into empty space.
“Damn, commander, you look like crap,” Dar had observed, when he’d come over to him.
The fighter was in little better shape. Although his wounds were critical, they’d responded to healing, leaving fresh white scars covering his body. His armor, however, had been beyond repair. They’d had to cut it off him, the bebilith’s claws leaving nothing but a twisted, mangled wreckage where his chest and torso plates had been. Even the chain links underneath had been savaged, leaving him with little that could be salvaged into any kind of protection at all.
“I might be wanting my breastplate back,” Dar had said to Varo, as he dropped the entire mess in a corner. The priest had agreed that the suit was beyond repair.
But the destruction of his armor had not stopped Dar from strapping his swordbelt back on over his waist, and heading for one of the two doors on the far side of the room, where Tribitz had disappeared.
“Where do you think you are going?” Shay had asked him.
“I’m going to finish off that goblin priest.”
“Are you serious? Look around... we’re in no condition to press on.”
“I don’t think he’s gone far. Look,” he said, gesturing to the assorted statues, “I think this is their main temple. I’ll bet the gobbo’s got quarters nearby, and he’s probably gone to ground there. Maybe conjuring up something even nastier than that spider demon to mess with us. Better to put him down first.”
“That’s a lot of assumptions. What if he’s fled the city?”
Dar had shrugged. “Then I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“And if he kills you? As I recall, you are pretty susceptible to a
hold person, and then all he’s got to do is stick a knife through your stubborn guts, and your soul gets to join the Let’s Help Bring Orcus to Our World club.”
Dar’s only response had been to sling his club across his bare back. None of his tunics were much more than shredded cloth at this point, so he had elected to go with bare skin. Fortunately, his breeches had been in better shape. “You can stay here, look after the commander. I will be back shortly.”
“You can’t... Talen?”
But it had been Allera who had intervened, coming up to join them. Varo and Kalend had shadowed her, drawn by the exchange.
“You cannot go off on your own. It is foolish to split up now,” Allera had said, folding her arms across her chest. “Gods, man, how many reasons do you want for why this is stupid?”
Dar had grinned at Allera, causing her expression to darken into the resemblance of a thunderhead. “I’ll be back so fast that you won’t have a chance to miss me. Besides, what if there’s a bunch of monsters behind one of those doors? Better we find out sooner, rather than later.”
Allera had looked for support, but Talen had drifted off into unconsciousness, and Varo said nothing, just waiting to see what would develop. In the end, they had agreed that Shay and Kalend would go with the fighter, and at least see what was beyond the doors on the far side of the room. The others would set up camp here, and keep watch for any more threats that might come from the direction of the river.
In this one instance, their caution had proven unfounded. The doors led to small chambers that had obviously served as quarters for the goblin priests. They’d poked around but had not gone too thoroughly into the clerics’ possessions, wary of magical traps. They also found a tunnel that led into a large empty cavern that stank strongly of rot and decay. There was a small pool of fresh water here, and a secret door that Shay located in the far wall.
They had opened the door carefully, alert to a trap or enemy beyond. But the door had only led to another narrow, empty tunnel. Shay led them to its termination, a ledge that overlooked a huge open cavern. Part of the ledge was awash in water, an outlet from the underground stream that cascaded over the edge into the dark below.
“This must be the lake we passed before,” the scout had said. “I imagine we’re on the far side, or near it.”
“What about the cleric?” Kalend had asked. “He wasn’t in any of the other rooms, so he must have come this way.”
“Unless there’s another secret door that we missed,” Shay had pointed out.
Dar had spit noisily over the edge. “Either way, he’s gone,” the fighter had said. “Let’s get back.”
They had moved into one of the defensible rooms used by the goblins as quarters, and after a more thorough search for secret doors they settled down to rest. The spellcasters got first priority on sleep, and within minutes all three were lying under their blankets, dead to the world.
Dar was actually fairly fresh, thanks to Allera’s
restoration spell earlier, so he drew first watch with Kalend. After taking food he adjusted
Valor in its scabbard and headed across the room to the exit. Talen was sitting there, propped against the wall. His eyes were shut, but his remaining hand was clenched tight around the hilt of
Beatus Incendia, which sat in its scabbard across his lap.
“You asleep, general?” Dar asked quietly.
For a moment, Talen did not respond, but as Dar started toward the exit, the knight responded, “Just resting my eyes.”
Dar turned back around. “Gods, commander, was that a
joke? You must have taken a few more shots to the head than I thought.”
“Losing my vision has actually made me consider a few things differently,” the knight said.
“Yeah, well, you should get some sleep. Allera said that she can fix your eyes and your arm when she gets her spells back, and it’s not like you can keep watch until then, right?”
“Sleep,” Talen said, as though the word was in a foreign language.
“Yeah, you just lie down, your body will do the rest.”
“What do you think about Herzord?” Talen asked suddenly.
“You’re asking me now? Man, you sure your mind didn’t get taken over by a monster in that melee?”
Talen did not respond, and after a moment Dar leaned against the wall. “I don’t know. I don’t trust him, but in all honesty, in your shoes I’d probably have done the same as you did. He’s got men and magic, and we’re a bit short on both. Whatever’s in those slave pits, I don’t think it’s going to be easy.”
Talen nodded. “It’s never easy.” He looked up at Dar, an almost unnerving expression with his sightless, unfocused stare. “Dar. If something happens to me... will you see that... the mission, Shay...”
Dar shifted uncomfortably. “You don’t need to worry about the chain of command... sir.” He looked down at the sword at his waist, and his hand clenched involuntarily. “If it comes to it... I’ll see that what needs to be done is done.”
He waited for a reply, but Talen was silent. “Talen?” Dar asked silently, but the crippled knight had fallen finally into sleep.
Turning, Dar left the room.
Kalend was outside, in the hallway that connected the priests’ rooms. The thief had set one of their everburning torches in a crevice further up the passage, leaving him in a nook deep with shadows. He nodded as Dar appeared.
“All quiet, sir.”
“Good.”
There was a long pause. “Colonel...” He trailed off, doubt obvious in his voice.
Dar sighed. “Spill it, soldier.”
“Sir... why am I here?”
Dar looked up at him. “I would think it would be obvious by now,” he said after a moment.
“No, I understand why we’re here, I know it’s important, but... well, I was wondering why
I am here.”
“You think you’re too good for this mission, soldier?”
“No, no.” The thief fidgeted slightly in the dark of his niche. “It’s the exact opposite, really. I’m not a warrior, not like Bullo, or Travius. I was a pretty decent thief, for what it’s worth, but not enough to keep from getting branded and shipped off into the legions. I’m not really even a soldier; I was always able to escape the worst of the military life by scamming and cutting deals. If anything, the only reason I’m alive is that I’ve known when to cower in a corner, which is most of the time.”
“I’m not a coward... at least, I’ve never considered myself such. But the things we’ve fought since coming here... they’re like nothing I imagined even in my darkest nightmares. Those dragons? The ghost? The spider demon? Each time, I think it’s not possible to be more scared than I was, but each time I’m proven wrong. And it’s not that I don’t want to help out, it’s just... well, I’ve checked the bodies, after each battle. Looking for my arrows. I think I’ve scored maybe one or two decent hits at best, of all the things we’ve fought. Most of them, I don’t think they even saw me as a threat.”
Dar was looking at him. “Are you done?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dar leaned back against the wall, the scabbard of his sword scraping on the rock. “You know what, Kalend? I don’t want to be here either. If someone told me he did, I’d think he was bat-crap insane. Well, except for Varo, but you’ve probably guessed that he’s already nuts.”
“I don’t want to be here, but that means frick-all, because I’m here, and that leaves me with exactly two choices: get stomped, or kill every gods-damned monster this craphole throws at me until they’re all freaking
done.”
“Damn it, this is my
third trip into this place, which I guess makes me crazy, by my own definition. But damn me if this isn’t going to be the last.”
“As for you, Kalend, you’re here because I picked you. I wish I could say that it was because I saw the potential for you to be a great freaking hero, but we both know that’d be a crock of dung. You’re here because you screwed up, you got the short end of the stick. Same with Bullo, same with Travius. Hells, if you want to go that far, it’s the same with me. I was shoved into this mess because I killed some idiot who had it coming, and the late Duke’s boys thought it would be fun to shove me half-naked into the Dungeon of Graves. If I had it to do over again, you’d bet your ass I’d kiss that cheeks of that prick that hired me and smile as he screwed me over.”
“But you know what, Kalend?
That means exactly jack. We’re here, and in case you haven’t picked it up,
we are it. We fail, here, and Camar is
done. That much, at least, that crazy priest is right about.”
The fighter pushed off from the wall. “I’m going to keep watch at the outer door. If that bastard gobbo comes poking around again, I want to be the first to stick this,” he tapped the hilt of
Valor, “into his guts.”
But as he was leaving, he turned back to Kalend. “One thing you’re wrong about, Kalend: you are a soldier. You were a soldier when you put that uniform on and took your oaths, and you were a soldier when you held the right side of the line against that undead horde. You’ll keep firing that bow and wielding that sword, and maybe you’ll die, but you’ll do it as a soldier. You understand me?”
“Yes, colonel.”
Dar nodded, and walked down the tunnel toward the door.