Chapter 37: A Crossroads
We ran up the stairs to the main level of the Keep and out across the drawbridge. Passing the giant ducks, I vaguely noticed they were all laying on their sides, writhing in agony. I was so intent on getting away from the creature in Balian’s summoning chamber, that I hardly noticed anything else.
After the terror subsided and we gained a fair distance from the Keep, we slowed, exhausted. Shallahai collapsed, breathing heavily, dropping Lilian’s corpse on the hard packed earthen road leading to Goldfire Glen. Rin was the only one of us who appeared unwinded.
With exhaustion came an easing of my panic, and as my panic dissipated, my mental faculties returned. What was that creature? It killed Hu Li with one concentrated punch. Poor Hu Li. I looked at his slumped, unmoving form. I never thought I would say it, but with Hu Li’s passing, I felt loss. Not the kind of loss I feel for Lilian. It was more the feeling one gets with the passing of a long-time, beloved neighbor. Tears welled up in my eyes when I looked at Hu Li’s corpse. Deep down, Hu Li was a decent, if not terribly frightened, person. I never did ask the others how Jordan Gunderson behaved as a child. I never knew Jordan before his studies with the mad arcanist, before he had been tainted by the powerful arcane magic he wielded so efficiently. I think I would have liked to know Jordan the boy.
I shook my head and wiped my tears away. At least nobody will be trying to get us killed everywhere we go, anymore.
“-ut -e dun, -ou -ig oa-!” I heard a weak voice command.
To my surprise and delight, Hu Li was alive.
“I said, -ut -e dun!” He weakly spoke again, lips barely moving.
Perhaps I overstated things, by using the word “delight.”
Rin did as commanded, placing Hu Li upright, feet firmly on the ground.
The wizard proceeded to tumble over and hit the earth with a dull thud.
“Ow!.” I could hear the muffled sound of his voice, even though his face was smashed into the road’s surface. He merely laid there, moaning.
“Oh stop the dramatics and get up!” Shallahai barked exasperatedly at Hu Li.
“I can’t!” Hu Li cried in his muffled voice.
“What do you mean, you can’t. What is wrong with you?” I asked.
“I can’t –oo—a-yt-ing.” Hu Li pronounced.
I got up and rolled him over. His eyes were wide open. But he seemed not to have any control of the rest of his movements. His body was not rigid. Far from it. It moved like jelly. His skin was paler than normal.
After a thorough examination, I determined that he had been drained of all but the tiniest fraction of his strength. He could not move and was nearly paralyzed, but not in the way a ghoul or some poisons paralyze their victims. It was more like the creature he had been zapped of his ability to move and his strength. Not to mention that he had the pallor of a corpse. So, I suspected that his health had been siphoned off as well.
“The creature must have done this to you, when it attacked you.” I said, tenderly placing his arms across his chest.
Hu Li was clearly near death. Unfortunately his formidable yet unhinged mind was still intact and his tongue sharp as a knife.
“No, do –ou think?” Hu Li barked as sarcastically as he could muster, given his state.
“Do suthing, riest!” Hu Li ordered, in a panicked tone.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do at the moment, Hu Li.” I dropped his arm unceremoniously and began wiping my hands on my dirty robe, trying my best to ignore the arrogant mage. But I couldn’t hide the annoyance in my tone. To think that I cried for him. I am a fool.
“Balian required all of my miracles for the ritual. I have not the power to channel additional divine energy today. You’ll just hav—"
Shallahai’s sudden gasp, cut me off, mid-sentence. “Look!” he said, pointing to the sky.
I looked at the sky. It had turned orange! Not the orange of a sunset, but the orange of a fruit; bright, vivid. It was as if the very air was tinged orange, casting everything else in an eerie crispness that made me feel slightly claustrophobic, like some mornings in a thick fog.
“By Canaan! The sky is orange!” I breathed.
“Yes, look!” Shallahai was pointing at something in the air.
I squinted to see. About thirty feet away, an eyeless frog was flying through the air on bat wings. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
A ripple moved through the grass near the road in the direction from which we had just fled, undulating across it. It was about one hundred feet away. As the ripple moved through the grass, the flora changed. Where once green grass drank the sun’s light, now was only hollow, spongy pale white stalks, nearly translucent. They writhed in the orange glow of the air. Where there once were yellow dandelions and field flowers, were only blue maws with sharp teeth and long tongues lashing out at the unnatural insects buzzing by.
The ripple crossed to where we were sitting on the roadway. As it did so, Shallahai doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach.
“It is as before!” Shallahai exclaimed through clenched teeth. “In the tunnel!” He emptied the contents of his stomach on the roadway, which immediately got up and ran away into the writhing grass, to be devoured by the hungry, carnivorous flowers.
Hu Li chuckled.
I had had enough. Canaan forgive me. I began to berate him. “This is no time to—!"
“di-ensthonal -lot.” Hu Li said, cutting me off. “it’s caused –y da –lack –irror. It’s o-en! It’s o-en!” Hu Li yelled.
He started chanting then. “-raise da Eye-ess Harrow Uhns! –east on our –lesh, suck da –arrow um our –owns! We gi- oursel to you!” Over and over, again.
We were silent for a moment, trying to make out what Hu Li had said.
“Did he say dimensional blot?” Shallahai asked, looking at me questioningly.
“Something about the Black Mirror.” I responded.
Hu Li continued to chant over and over.
“What do you mean, Hu Li?” I asked.
He ignored me, chanting.
“Answer him!” Shallahai demanded, rising.
Our pleas and demands went ignored.
Hu Li’s chanting was now in rhythm with the writhing of the grass. They were in unison in some sort of dance macabre. I could feel a tension gathering in the air, like a snake about to strike, drawn to the chanting mage.
Until Rin peremptorily drove his fist into Hu Li’s temple, knocking him unconscious with a scowl.
“It’s about time somebody shut him up.” Shallahai thanked Rin.
The tension ceased. I felt momentary pangs of guilt for my satisfaction when Rin punched Hu Li. But Shallahai was right. Hu Li was only adding to this insanity.
I shook my head in my hands. I was at a complete loss for what to do.
“Where’s Talon?” I asked.
“I don’t know” Shallahai responded, looking around briefly at the insane landscape, then quickly returning his gaze to me, face pale.
“We didn’t pass him in our flight from the Tower.” Rin said. “And he was moving so fast—I’ll bet he’s several leagues from here.”
Balian must have lost the battle with the creature and this was some sort of after effect of the creature’s entrance into this world. From what I learned of callings in the seminary, they usually involved a creature performing a service for a negotiated period of time. After performing the service the creature was free to return to its plane of origin. The priesthood deals primarily with celestial beings. If a calling went wrong, at worst, the celestial being failed to answer it or exacted payment for, or refused to perform, the requested task. But Balian’s calling; it was arcane. The rules are different, I know. A bargain must be reached of some sort.
Oh what had Balian done!
Looking around at my disheveled companions, seeing the marks of the ritual on them, the cut wrists, the exhaustion, noting the absence of Talon and seeing Hu Li’s pitiful unconscious form and Lilian’s corpse, I made a decision. It was a decision that, once made, could not be unmade. It would forever be carried with me, my burden of faith. I would walk the tightrope between salvation and oblivion.
I set my jaw in determination and looked at my companions.
“An Arcanist got us into this…. Canaan willing, an Arcanist will get us out of it.”
I opened the Book of Abu-Abai.
We ran up the stairs to the main level of the Keep and out across the drawbridge. Passing the giant ducks, I vaguely noticed they were all laying on their sides, writhing in agony. I was so intent on getting away from the creature in Balian’s summoning chamber, that I hardly noticed anything else.
After the terror subsided and we gained a fair distance from the Keep, we slowed, exhausted. Shallahai collapsed, breathing heavily, dropping Lilian’s corpse on the hard packed earthen road leading to Goldfire Glen. Rin was the only one of us who appeared unwinded.
With exhaustion came an easing of my panic, and as my panic dissipated, my mental faculties returned. What was that creature? It killed Hu Li with one concentrated punch. Poor Hu Li. I looked at his slumped, unmoving form. I never thought I would say it, but with Hu Li’s passing, I felt loss. Not the kind of loss I feel for Lilian. It was more the feeling one gets with the passing of a long-time, beloved neighbor. Tears welled up in my eyes when I looked at Hu Li’s corpse. Deep down, Hu Li was a decent, if not terribly frightened, person. I never did ask the others how Jordan Gunderson behaved as a child. I never knew Jordan before his studies with the mad arcanist, before he had been tainted by the powerful arcane magic he wielded so efficiently. I think I would have liked to know Jordan the boy.
I shook my head and wiped my tears away. At least nobody will be trying to get us killed everywhere we go, anymore.
“-ut -e dun, -ou -ig oa-!” I heard a weak voice command.
To my surprise and delight, Hu Li was alive.
“I said, -ut -e dun!” He weakly spoke again, lips barely moving.
Perhaps I overstated things, by using the word “delight.”
Rin did as commanded, placing Hu Li upright, feet firmly on the ground.
The wizard proceeded to tumble over and hit the earth with a dull thud.
“Ow!.” I could hear the muffled sound of his voice, even though his face was smashed into the road’s surface. He merely laid there, moaning.
“Oh stop the dramatics and get up!” Shallahai barked exasperatedly at Hu Li.
“I can’t!” Hu Li cried in his muffled voice.
“What do you mean, you can’t. What is wrong with you?” I asked.
“I can’t –oo—a-yt-ing.” Hu Li pronounced.
I got up and rolled him over. His eyes were wide open. But he seemed not to have any control of the rest of his movements. His body was not rigid. Far from it. It moved like jelly. His skin was paler than normal.
After a thorough examination, I determined that he had been drained of all but the tiniest fraction of his strength. He could not move and was nearly paralyzed, but not in the way a ghoul or some poisons paralyze their victims. It was more like the creature he had been zapped of his ability to move and his strength. Not to mention that he had the pallor of a corpse. So, I suspected that his health had been siphoned off as well.
“The creature must have done this to you, when it attacked you.” I said, tenderly placing his arms across his chest.
Hu Li was clearly near death. Unfortunately his formidable yet unhinged mind was still intact and his tongue sharp as a knife.
“No, do –ou think?” Hu Li barked as sarcastically as he could muster, given his state.
“Do suthing, riest!” Hu Li ordered, in a panicked tone.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do at the moment, Hu Li.” I dropped his arm unceremoniously and began wiping my hands on my dirty robe, trying my best to ignore the arrogant mage. But I couldn’t hide the annoyance in my tone. To think that I cried for him. I am a fool.
“Balian required all of my miracles for the ritual. I have not the power to channel additional divine energy today. You’ll just hav—"
Shallahai’s sudden gasp, cut me off, mid-sentence. “Look!” he said, pointing to the sky.
I looked at the sky. It had turned orange! Not the orange of a sunset, but the orange of a fruit; bright, vivid. It was as if the very air was tinged orange, casting everything else in an eerie crispness that made me feel slightly claustrophobic, like some mornings in a thick fog.
“By Canaan! The sky is orange!” I breathed.
“Yes, look!” Shallahai was pointing at something in the air.
I squinted to see. About thirty feet away, an eyeless frog was flying through the air on bat wings. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
A ripple moved through the grass near the road in the direction from which we had just fled, undulating across it. It was about one hundred feet away. As the ripple moved through the grass, the flora changed. Where once green grass drank the sun’s light, now was only hollow, spongy pale white stalks, nearly translucent. They writhed in the orange glow of the air. Where there once were yellow dandelions and field flowers, were only blue maws with sharp teeth and long tongues lashing out at the unnatural insects buzzing by.
The ripple crossed to where we were sitting on the roadway. As it did so, Shallahai doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach.
“It is as before!” Shallahai exclaimed through clenched teeth. “In the tunnel!” He emptied the contents of his stomach on the roadway, which immediately got up and ran away into the writhing grass, to be devoured by the hungry, carnivorous flowers.
Hu Li chuckled.
I had had enough. Canaan forgive me. I began to berate him. “This is no time to—!"
“di-ensthonal -lot.” Hu Li said, cutting me off. “it’s caused –y da –lack –irror. It’s o-en! It’s o-en!” Hu Li yelled.
He started chanting then. “-raise da Eye-ess Harrow Uhns! –east on our –lesh, suck da –arrow um our –owns! We gi- oursel to you!” Over and over, again.
We were silent for a moment, trying to make out what Hu Li had said.
“Did he say dimensional blot?” Shallahai asked, looking at me questioningly.
“Something about the Black Mirror.” I responded.
Hu Li continued to chant over and over.
“What do you mean, Hu Li?” I asked.
He ignored me, chanting.
“Answer him!” Shallahai demanded, rising.
Our pleas and demands went ignored.
Hu Li’s chanting was now in rhythm with the writhing of the grass. They were in unison in some sort of dance macabre. I could feel a tension gathering in the air, like a snake about to strike, drawn to the chanting mage.
Until Rin peremptorily drove his fist into Hu Li’s temple, knocking him unconscious with a scowl.
“It’s about time somebody shut him up.” Shallahai thanked Rin.
The tension ceased. I felt momentary pangs of guilt for my satisfaction when Rin punched Hu Li. But Shallahai was right. Hu Li was only adding to this insanity.
I shook my head in my hands. I was at a complete loss for what to do.
“Where’s Talon?” I asked.
“I don’t know” Shallahai responded, looking around briefly at the insane landscape, then quickly returning his gaze to me, face pale.
“We didn’t pass him in our flight from the Tower.” Rin said. “And he was moving so fast—I’ll bet he’s several leagues from here.”
Balian must have lost the battle with the creature and this was some sort of after effect of the creature’s entrance into this world. From what I learned of callings in the seminary, they usually involved a creature performing a service for a negotiated period of time. After performing the service the creature was free to return to its plane of origin. The priesthood deals primarily with celestial beings. If a calling went wrong, at worst, the celestial being failed to answer it or exacted payment for, or refused to perform, the requested task. But Balian’s calling; it was arcane. The rules are different, I know. A bargain must be reached of some sort.
Oh what had Balian done!
Looking around at my disheveled companions, seeing the marks of the ritual on them, the cut wrists, the exhaustion, noting the absence of Talon and seeing Hu Li’s pitiful unconscious form and Lilian’s corpse, I made a decision. It was a decision that, once made, could not be unmade. It would forever be carried with me, my burden of faith. I would walk the tightrope between salvation and oblivion.
I set my jaw in determination and looked at my companions.
“An Arcanist got us into this…. Canaan willing, an Arcanist will get us out of it.”
I opened the Book of Abu-Abai.
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