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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 3438519" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Chapter 139</p><p></p><p>OPTIONS</p><p></p><p></p><p>Varo’s announcement was met with a long moment of silence. Even for him, it was a dramatic statement. </p><p></p><p>“So?” Dar finally said. “We already knew that. What the frick are we going to <em>do</em> about it?”</p><p></p><p>“Varo, do you know how to get to this third temple?”</p><p></p><p>“Not specifically,” the cleric said. “In that I do not have a map of its location. However, through petitioning Dagos for information, I have determined that there are two points of access through the dungeon. The first is through the wight catacombs, where we encountered Banth.”</p><p></p><p>“Then that’s easy,” Shay said. “The bee tunnel will drop us right there.”</p><p></p><p>Varo shook his head. “That route is no longer open. I would guess that the earthquake we experienced on our last visit closed it, but it is possible that the shaft was deliberately closed after our escape from Banth’s lair.”</p><p></p><p>Dar pointed at him. “Do we <em>know</em> that?”</p><p></p><p>Varo blinked. “<em>I</em> know it. We can verify that it is so, if you prefer.”</p><p></p><p>Talen broke in. “You mentioned another way in.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. I know almost nothing about it other than that it exists, and that it passes through an underground goblin city, not far from the main dungeons of Rappan Athuk.”</p><p></p><p>“Gobbos? You’ve got to be kidding me.”</p><p></p><p>“That may be where the goblins we encountered in Rappan Athuk were from,” Allera said. </p><p></p><p>“What is this city called?” Talen asked. Varo started to shake his head. </p><p></p><p>“Grezneck,” Shay replied. Their faces all turned to the scout, who had leaned back in her chair again. “The goblin city is called Grezneck.”</p><p></p><p>“Sounds like you know about it first hand,” Dar said. </p><p></p><p>“Not first hand,” Shay said. </p><p></p><p>The scout went on to remind them of her experiences in what the goblins called “the Great Cavern”, after her narrow escape from the river trolls on their first visit to Rappan Athuk. She’d already told them most of the story, how she’d fled the river to encounter a group of sentient but not unfriendly humanoid fungus-creatures. They had helped her rest and recover from her close call with the trolls, and then had given her food and directions to a possible exit from the cavern. It had taken her days to cross the cavern, avoiding the many hostile wandering denizens of the place. On the far side, while heading for the river exit that the fungus-men had told her of, she encountered several active mines in the cavern walls being worked by parties of goblins. The goblins had detected her, but they were not immediately hostile, and Shay spoke their language well enough to start up a dialogue with them. They had given her additional information about a possible way out, and the use of a small kayak that she eventually used to escape. </p><p></p><p>“I helped them deal with a problem they’d been having with a small group of umber hulks that had been interfering with their mining operations,” she told them. “In exchange, they helped me get out. I learned a fair amount about their tribe in the process.”</p><p></p><p>“The goblins we encountered did not seem too fond of the priests of Orcus,” Allera said. “At least, when we said that we were enemies of the cult, they did not turn on us.”</p><p></p><p>Shay nodded. “From what I understood, there are goblin priests of Orcus as well, and one of them—a fellow named Tribitz—is a big-shot in their city. I think that over time, the influence of the cult supplanted the worship of their own racial gods. But most of the miners I spoke wouldn’t give a clipped copper for the demon-worshippers. At best, I think that the two sides have an uneasy truce.”</p><p></p><p>“How many goblins in this city, Shay?” Talen asked. </p><p></p><p>“I have no idea. None of the goblins I spoke to got very specific, for obvious reasons.”</p><p></p><p>“So we can get there through this underground cavern?” </p><p></p><p>“There has to be some way, though I didn’t find it. I wasn’t really looking for anything but the way out, of course.”</p><p></p><p>“Is the river exit you took navigable?” Doran Pravos asked. </p><p></p><p>“With great difficulty,” Shay said. “We’d need either the ability to breathe water, and maybe flight as well. The current of the river was very swift, and the river exits on a cliff in a river canyon a few days’ travel from Rappan Athuk.”</p><p></p><p>“Is there another way to the goblin city, Varo?” Talen asked. </p><p></p><p>“Possibly. If we assume that the party we encountered in the troll caves came from Grezneck, then there may be an entrance in that area. I believe that there may also be a connection between the goblin city and the second temple of Orcus. Remember that we found two captive goblins there, along with Allera.”</p><p></p><p>“Those are an awful lot of ifs,” Dar said. </p><p></p><p>“Once we get close, I can call upon the power of Dagos to show me the shortest route to the temple,” Varo said. “If we come upon a dead end, we can try an alternative route.”</p><p></p><p>“So we just have to decide which way we’re going to try,” Shay said. </p><p></p><p>Talen was watching Varo. “Anything else?” the knight asked. </p><p></p><p>“There is another option,” Varo said. “We can return to the Oracle, and seek additional information.”</p><p></p><p>There was an immediate sense of disapproval, at least among those who knew what Varo was talking about. “Not a good idea,” Dar said, while Shay added, “The floating skull? That’s asking for trouble.”</p><p></p><p>“With the connector between the second and third levels destroyed, we’d have to go back down the Well to get there,” Talen said. “I do not think that this is our best option.”</p><p></p><p>Varo nodded in acceptance. “I have also found reference to another above-ground entrance to the dungeons.” He looked briefly through his notes. “Ah, yes, this is it... the ‘Temple of the Final Sacrament.’ I believe that it is located not far from Rappan Athuk, but it enters the dungeon only by a very circuitous route, if my sources are accurate.”</p><p></p><p>“Guarded?” Talen asked. </p><p></p><p>“By fell things, according to the clues provided in the <em>Codex</em>. It passes through something called the ‘Bloodways’ before linking up to another part of the dungeon complex.”</p><p></p><p>“That doesn’t sound very appealing,” Shay said. </p><p></p><p>“What about magical transportation?” Talen asked. “Honoratius, and maybe others among the Guild mages, can <em>teleport</em>. Could he send a party directly into Rappan Athuk, or this temple?”</p><p></p><p>Varo shook his head. “The temples are all protected against scrying magic and transportation of this sort. It might be possible to enter other parts of the dungeon, but I would not recommend it as a first choice. There are powerful, dangerous energies that permeate the entire complex. <em>Teleportation</em> is not an especially safe means of transport even aboveground.”</p><p></p><p>“And we would have to go all the way back to Camar, and ask Archmage Honoratius to help us,” Allera said. </p><p></p><p>“There is that,” Varo acknowledged.</p><p></p><p>“It would appear that we have many options, and none of them are especially pleasant,” Talen said. </p><p></p><p>“I say we go through the goblin city,” Dar said. “Should serve as a nice warm up before we get to the priests.”</p><p></p><p>“If we do go that way, we’re not going to be looking for a fight,” Talen said. “From what Shay said, some of them might even help us.”</p><p></p><p>“If you’re dumb enough to trust a gobbo with your back, then don’t be surprised when you find a knife in it,” Dar said. </p><p></p><p>Talen rubbed his face. “It is late, and most of us have been up for a full day or more. See to your men, and get some rest; we’ll talk again in the morning, over breakfast.”</p><p></p><p>“The decision’s not going to be any easier then, general,” Dar said, pulling himself up. The others got up as well, while Varo reclaimed his papers and sealed them back in the folio. The group broke up, and a heavy mood hung in the air as the group gathered up their possessions and headed for the door. </p><p></p><p>“Damned if I don’t need a drink,” Dar said. "Say, any of you know if this town has a brothel?” </p><p></p><p>“You look like you can barely stand, let alone handle a woman,” Shay said, her voice thick with scorn.</p><p></p><p>“Hey, for that, you don’t need to stand. You can let the woman do most of the work...”</p><p></p><p>Shay ignored him and headed out into the hall that led to the stairs. The guest quarters were all on the ground floor of the castle, accessed by a narrow staircase that connected the citadel’s four main levels, as well as several sub-basements that burrowed down into the foundations of the bluff. Talen was speaking to General Pravos as they walked to the stairs, but Varo was waiting for Shay, and pulled her aside as she left the room. </p><p></p><p>“Tell me more about this cavern, and the river you used to depart it,” he asked. The two of them continued after the others, engaged in quiet conversation. </p><p></p><p>Dar and Allera were among the last to leave. For a moment, they stood there in the doorway, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them. </p><p></p><p>“I’m glad that you decided to accept Tiros’s commission,” she finally told him. “Camar needs you, now more than ever.”</p><p></p><p>“Just Camar?” he said. </p><p></p><p>She put a hand on his chest, just for a moment. “Go to bed, Dar,” she told him, turning and walking past him down the hall. After a moment, he followed, catching up to her at the top of the stairs. </p><p></p><p>“So, was that an offer?”</p><p></p><p>“Somehow, it’s reassuring, in times of chaos and change like these, with our lives and the very future of Camar in doubt, that there is at least one thing in the universe that will never change: Corath Dar.”</p><p></p><p>“You know, sometimes I’m not completely sure whether or not you’re insulting me.”</p><p></p><p>She shot a dry look over her shoulder. “When in doubt...” </p><p></p><p>She trailed off, as they rounded a bend in the stairs and saw a small commotion below coming from the ground floor. A gust of cold air rushed up the steps, and they could see that the outer doors of the castle were open, and a number of drenched newcomers had crowded into the foyer. There were four of them, clad in heavy winter cloaks, attended by a number of tired-looking servants in the baron’s livery.</p><p></p><p>Talen and Shay were speaking to two of them, a pair that Allera recognized even before she heard Talen use their names. </p><p></p><p>“Pella, Baraka, it’s good to see you. What word from the marshal?”</p><p></p><p>Allera hurried down to join them, but as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard a familiar voice speak her name. </p><p></p><p>“Allera.”</p><p></p><p>She turned to her left to see a slender figure draped in a heavy gray cloak, standing in an adjacent archway just off to the side of the main doors. He wore a cowl that covered his features entirely, but as he came forward, he reached up to pull it back, revealing a face Allera had not expected to see again anytime soon, let alone here. </p><p></p><p>“Ikarus!”</p><p></p><p>“It’s good to see you, Allera.” The young man embraced her, then pulled back quickly as his soaked cloak dampened her clothes. “Ah, sorry about that. Rough road, tonight. Gods, it’s good to see you,” he repeated.</p><p></p><p>“You’ve changed,” she said. </p><p></p><p>“It’s been five years. I guess you could say I’ve grown up.”</p><p></p><p>“What are you doing here?”</p><p></p><p>“I had heard that there was a war on,” he said, dryly. </p><p></p><p>“But your work at the hospital at Greenrise...”</p><p></p><p>“Come on, Allera, you were the one who taught me about the ‘greater good’, remember? Undead armies marching across the land, a dark evil stirring underground... <em>this</em> is where we’re needed.”</p><p></p><p>“Who’s this?” </p><p></p><p>Allera coughed and turned to see Dar, still standing on the steps, looming over them. “Ah, Ikarus Davaron, this is Corath Dar. Ikarus is one of the best healers in Camar, and was once... one of my students.”</p><p></p><p>“Allera flatters me, and is herself too modest. What limited skills I possess today are solely attributable to her expert instruction.” The young man put a hand on the older healer’s arm in a way that caused Dar’s expression to darken slightly. But Allera quickly turned, breaking the incidental contact as Talen came forward to address those gathered in the foyer. </p><p></p><p>“We’re going to have a long road ahead of us soon,” the knight commander said. “There’s not much of a night left to us, but get what rest you can. We’ll talk in the morning.”</p><p></p><p>As the group began to break up, Ikarus touched Allera’s shoulder. “I guess I’d better find my bunk, then. We’ll talk again tomorrow, I’m sure. Nice to meet you, Corath.”</p><p></p><p>As the younger man left, Allera turned to Dar. “Ikarus was one of my first pupils,” she said. “His gift is considerable... he was... is... one of the better healers I’ve ever worked with.”</p><p></p><p>“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Allera,” Dar said, walking past her to the corridor that led to his assigned quarters in the castle. </p><p></p><p>Allera remained a moment, until she was the last one in the foyer. She felt a familiar weight settle on her shoulder, although there was nothing visible there. A soft voice warbled in her ear. </p><p></p><p>“Complicated? Yes, you could say that,” she said quietly, then headed to her own room.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 3438519, member: 143"] Chapter 139 OPTIONS Varo’s announcement was met with a long moment of silence. Even for him, it was a dramatic statement. “So?” Dar finally said. “We already knew that. What the frick are we going to [i]do[/i] about it?” “Varo, do you know how to get to this third temple?” “Not specifically,” the cleric said. “In that I do not have a map of its location. However, through petitioning Dagos for information, I have determined that there are two points of access through the dungeon. The first is through the wight catacombs, where we encountered Banth.” “Then that’s easy,” Shay said. “The bee tunnel will drop us right there.” Varo shook his head. “That route is no longer open. I would guess that the earthquake we experienced on our last visit closed it, but it is possible that the shaft was deliberately closed after our escape from Banth’s lair.” Dar pointed at him. “Do we [i]know[/i] that?” Varo blinked. “[i]I[/i] know it. We can verify that it is so, if you prefer.” Talen broke in. “You mentioned another way in.” “Yes. I know almost nothing about it other than that it exists, and that it passes through an underground goblin city, not far from the main dungeons of Rappan Athuk.” “Gobbos? You’ve got to be kidding me.” “That may be where the goblins we encountered in Rappan Athuk were from,” Allera said. “What is this city called?” Talen asked. Varo started to shake his head. “Grezneck,” Shay replied. Their faces all turned to the scout, who had leaned back in her chair again. “The goblin city is called Grezneck.” “Sounds like you know about it first hand,” Dar said. “Not first hand,” Shay said. The scout went on to remind them of her experiences in what the goblins called “the Great Cavern”, after her narrow escape from the river trolls on their first visit to Rappan Athuk. She’d already told them most of the story, how she’d fled the river to encounter a group of sentient but not unfriendly humanoid fungus-creatures. They had helped her rest and recover from her close call with the trolls, and then had given her food and directions to a possible exit from the cavern. It had taken her days to cross the cavern, avoiding the many hostile wandering denizens of the place. On the far side, while heading for the river exit that the fungus-men had told her of, she encountered several active mines in the cavern walls being worked by parties of goblins. The goblins had detected her, but they were not immediately hostile, and Shay spoke their language well enough to start up a dialogue with them. They had given her additional information about a possible way out, and the use of a small kayak that she eventually used to escape. “I helped them deal with a problem they’d been having with a small group of umber hulks that had been interfering with their mining operations,” she told them. “In exchange, they helped me get out. I learned a fair amount about their tribe in the process.” “The goblins we encountered did not seem too fond of the priests of Orcus,” Allera said. “At least, when we said that we were enemies of the cult, they did not turn on us.” Shay nodded. “From what I understood, there are goblin priests of Orcus as well, and one of them—a fellow named Tribitz—is a big-shot in their city. I think that over time, the influence of the cult supplanted the worship of their own racial gods. But most of the miners I spoke wouldn’t give a clipped copper for the demon-worshippers. At best, I think that the two sides have an uneasy truce.” “How many goblins in this city, Shay?” Talen asked. “I have no idea. None of the goblins I spoke to got very specific, for obvious reasons.” “So we can get there through this underground cavern?” “There has to be some way, though I didn’t find it. I wasn’t really looking for anything but the way out, of course.” “Is the river exit you took navigable?” Doran Pravos asked. “With great difficulty,” Shay said. “We’d need either the ability to breathe water, and maybe flight as well. The current of the river was very swift, and the river exits on a cliff in a river canyon a few days’ travel from Rappan Athuk.” “Is there another way to the goblin city, Varo?” Talen asked. “Possibly. If we assume that the party we encountered in the troll caves came from Grezneck, then there may be an entrance in that area. I believe that there may also be a connection between the goblin city and the second temple of Orcus. Remember that we found two captive goblins there, along with Allera.” “Those are an awful lot of ifs,” Dar said. “Once we get close, I can call upon the power of Dagos to show me the shortest route to the temple,” Varo said. “If we come upon a dead end, we can try an alternative route.” “So we just have to decide which way we’re going to try,” Shay said. Talen was watching Varo. “Anything else?” the knight asked. “There is another option,” Varo said. “We can return to the Oracle, and seek additional information.” There was an immediate sense of disapproval, at least among those who knew what Varo was talking about. “Not a good idea,” Dar said, while Shay added, “The floating skull? That’s asking for trouble.” “With the connector between the second and third levels destroyed, we’d have to go back down the Well to get there,” Talen said. “I do not think that this is our best option.” Varo nodded in acceptance. “I have also found reference to another above-ground entrance to the dungeons.” He looked briefly through his notes. “Ah, yes, this is it... the ‘Temple of the Final Sacrament.’ I believe that it is located not far from Rappan Athuk, but it enters the dungeon only by a very circuitous route, if my sources are accurate.” “Guarded?” Talen asked. “By fell things, according to the clues provided in the [i]Codex[/i]. It passes through something called the ‘Bloodways’ before linking up to another part of the dungeon complex.” “That doesn’t sound very appealing,” Shay said. “What about magical transportation?” Talen asked. “Honoratius, and maybe others among the Guild mages, can [i]teleport[/i]. Could he send a party directly into Rappan Athuk, or this temple?” Varo shook his head. “The temples are all protected against scrying magic and transportation of this sort. It might be possible to enter other parts of the dungeon, but I would not recommend it as a first choice. There are powerful, dangerous energies that permeate the entire complex. [i]Teleportation[/i] is not an especially safe means of transport even aboveground.” “And we would have to go all the way back to Camar, and ask Archmage Honoratius to help us,” Allera said. “There is that,” Varo acknowledged. “It would appear that we have many options, and none of them are especially pleasant,” Talen said. “I say we go through the goblin city,” Dar said. “Should serve as a nice warm up before we get to the priests.” “If we do go that way, we’re not going to be looking for a fight,” Talen said. “From what Shay said, some of them might even help us.” “If you’re dumb enough to trust a gobbo with your back, then don’t be surprised when you find a knife in it,” Dar said. Talen rubbed his face. “It is late, and most of us have been up for a full day or more. See to your men, and get some rest; we’ll talk again in the morning, over breakfast.” “The decision’s not going to be any easier then, general,” Dar said, pulling himself up. The others got up as well, while Varo reclaimed his papers and sealed them back in the folio. The group broke up, and a heavy mood hung in the air as the group gathered up their possessions and headed for the door. “Damned if I don’t need a drink,” Dar said. "Say, any of you know if this town has a brothel?” “You look like you can barely stand, let alone handle a woman,” Shay said, her voice thick with scorn. “Hey, for that, you don’t need to stand. You can let the woman do most of the work...” Shay ignored him and headed out into the hall that led to the stairs. The guest quarters were all on the ground floor of the castle, accessed by a narrow staircase that connected the citadel’s four main levels, as well as several sub-basements that burrowed down into the foundations of the bluff. Talen was speaking to General Pravos as they walked to the stairs, but Varo was waiting for Shay, and pulled her aside as she left the room. “Tell me more about this cavern, and the river you used to depart it,” he asked. The two of them continued after the others, engaged in quiet conversation. Dar and Allera were among the last to leave. For a moment, they stood there in the doorway, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them. “I’m glad that you decided to accept Tiros’s commission,” she finally told him. “Camar needs you, now more than ever.” “Just Camar?” he said. She put a hand on his chest, just for a moment. “Go to bed, Dar,” she told him, turning and walking past him down the hall. After a moment, he followed, catching up to her at the top of the stairs. “So, was that an offer?” “Somehow, it’s reassuring, in times of chaos and change like these, with our lives and the very future of Camar in doubt, that there is at least one thing in the universe that will never change: Corath Dar.” “You know, sometimes I’m not completely sure whether or not you’re insulting me.” She shot a dry look over her shoulder. “When in doubt...” She trailed off, as they rounded a bend in the stairs and saw a small commotion below coming from the ground floor. A gust of cold air rushed up the steps, and they could see that the outer doors of the castle were open, and a number of drenched newcomers had crowded into the foyer. There were four of them, clad in heavy winter cloaks, attended by a number of tired-looking servants in the baron’s livery. Talen and Shay were speaking to two of them, a pair that Allera recognized even before she heard Talen use their names. “Pella, Baraka, it’s good to see you. What word from the marshal?” Allera hurried down to join them, but as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard a familiar voice speak her name. “Allera.” She turned to her left to see a slender figure draped in a heavy gray cloak, standing in an adjacent archway just off to the side of the main doors. He wore a cowl that covered his features entirely, but as he came forward, he reached up to pull it back, revealing a face Allera had not expected to see again anytime soon, let alone here. “Ikarus!” “It’s good to see you, Allera.” The young man embraced her, then pulled back quickly as his soaked cloak dampened her clothes. “Ah, sorry about that. Rough road, tonight. Gods, it’s good to see you,” he repeated. “You’ve changed,” she said. “It’s been five years. I guess you could say I’ve grown up.” “What are you doing here?” “I had heard that there was a war on,” he said, dryly. “But your work at the hospital at Greenrise...” “Come on, Allera, you were the one who taught me about the ‘greater good’, remember? Undead armies marching across the land, a dark evil stirring underground... [i]this[/i] is where we’re needed.” “Who’s this?” Allera coughed and turned to see Dar, still standing on the steps, looming over them. “Ah, Ikarus Davaron, this is Corath Dar. Ikarus is one of the best healers in Camar, and was once... one of my students.” “Allera flatters me, and is herself too modest. What limited skills I possess today are solely attributable to her expert instruction.” The young man put a hand on the older healer’s arm in a way that caused Dar’s expression to darken slightly. But Allera quickly turned, breaking the incidental contact as Talen came forward to address those gathered in the foyer. “We’re going to have a long road ahead of us soon,” the knight commander said. “There’s not much of a night left to us, but get what rest you can. We’ll talk in the morning.” As the group began to break up, Ikarus touched Allera’s shoulder. “I guess I’d better find my bunk, then. We’ll talk again tomorrow, I’m sure. Nice to meet you, Corath.” As the younger man left, Allera turned to Dar. “Ikarus was one of my first pupils,” she said. “His gift is considerable... he was... is... one of the better healers I’ve ever worked with.” “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Allera,” Dar said, walking past her to the corridor that led to his assigned quarters in the castle. Allera remained a moment, until she was the last one in the foyer. She felt a familiar weight settle on her shoulder, although there was nothing visible there. A soft voice warbled in her ear. “Complicated? Yes, you could say that,” she said quietly, then headed to her own room. [/QUOTE]
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