Under A Darksun: PART I SEGMENTS 1-124

UNDER A DARKSUN
SEGMENT 035
“Bumbling in the Dark”

The two tall dark dressed elves moved about in the dark passageway carefully. They were late and knew their clan leader would punish them. They belonged to the Shadows. The Shadows was an elite elven group of assassins, thieves and doers of dark mischief. Many thought they were centrally located within Nibenay. In truth, they came from beneath it.

Like most of the city-states, Nibenay was built and rebuilt over 1000’s of years. Often, these new buildings were built over existing ones. In some cases, the old city ruins were basements and cellars of current ones. Sometimes the current owners knew of this and used the extra space. Others were completely in the dark. If the ignorant owners have an access to a chain of rooms or buildings hidden underground, the Shadows would use it. If discovered, the owner would meet with an accident.

It was this way with the current situation. A building owned by a noble family of Nibenay had an access to a new previously undiscovered section. It was discovered by a ½ breed slave looking to join the Shadows. He thought it might give him freedom. It did. His freedom was death, the ultimate freedom.

Dancerean and Liassoan had never been in these passageways before. They were given a verbal map. Somewhere within their memorized map was an error. Either they missed a turn, or this was a test. Sometimes new members were purposely mislead within the tunnels. This was done to test their expertise at surviving. It was a cruel method but common within the society and the various races.

“That room has a faint glow…perhaps it is our meeting chamber.”, replied Dancerean. The two elves moved silently towards it.

“This is not the room we seek”, answers Liassoan. Inside are tall statues of pained humans. Beyond those a pedestal from which the glow comes from. “However, this room looks worthy to search further.”, his greed overcoming his need for speed.

Searching for traps and other dangers the two elves creep up to the pedestal. As they climb short steps to it, they see a large gem. It is the gem that glows. Within their black cowls, the two elves smile and evil smile. With a gem of that size, not only will they not be punished for their tardiness, but may be rewarded.

It is dark now. The gem and the two elves have moved on through another passage. Then a faint sound is heard. It is similar to a laugh but more of a cackle. Then a similar colored light to the gem ignites from around the edges of a block on the wall behind the pedestal. Incredibly hot steam and the smell much like death rushing forward. A loud thud is heard as the heavy stone moves forward and comes to the ground.

“…….ffffrrrreeeeedom….”
 

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The first story arch has ended. Mania has been introduced. However, is he a hero, a villian or just a boy becoming a man? Perhaps something more.

Glad to see you are still reading Horacio. This Storyhour is how I can still "play" Darksun. As you can see based on the newest segment, I am starting up a story to take place within Nibenay and it's underground. After that....who knows.

Horacio and other readers- any preferences on story direction?

Now that I am past the large (too large to organize) battle with Gith, I hope to get out 5+ segments a week.

enjoy- Andy
 

Just chiming in to say that I'm still reading. And liking it verry much!!!

I would like to see more of Mania and Dogg.

Looking forward to more updates.
 

UNDER A DARKSUN
SEGMENT 36
“The White Hand”

OOC/OOS (story)

I use a version of the Merchant’s calendar. I have 13 months in a year. 12 months of 30 days and one month of 15 days. This last month is often festive followed by a period of morning, as it is the times of the Dragon Levy. Few travel outside of the cities during this thirteenth month in fear of the dragon.

Segment 36 begins on the Day 26
Month of the Templar (3rd month of the year)
Season 23* (of 77 yearly cycles that equal a King’s Age)
King’s Age (KA) 190

* Ral’s Contemplation


Now…on with the story-

The White Hand was one of the busiest taverns in Nibenay. It was located near to the West Gate. It was one of the few area freemen, nobles and travelers could mingle freely. It was a unique building. It was one of the largest non-state owned buildings. The Noblefamily of Killowax owned it. The youngest two sons ran it. There were four levels to it. Each overlooked a fighting pit collectively known as the Blood Sands. Everyday a series of fights took place here. These fights consisted of fighters hired/owned by nobles for betting and championships to personal feuds being settled. There was always something to fight for.

Mixed in with this loud and rocking place was the Veiled Alliance. They could signal each other here for meetings and other arrangements. One of the bar maidens worked for them under an apprenticeship. Of course, there were also two others that spied for the templars. ALL of them searched for information to sell or trade with someone.

It is in The White Hand we find two heroes. These heroes were part of a scouting party that aided in the overthrow of the Gith recently. One of the tradehouses has created an open tab for them. One is using it to his fullest.

“Mania…yous should slow downd a bit. Yous drink likes that and you’lls be on the slaves block” Dogg, or Dirty Dogg to several women here, is having a good time. He comes here once a week at least to listen for rumors and usable information for his employer- Greene Blewes and for his friends in the resistance- the Veiled Alliance. Tonight however, it is strictly time to enjoy life and the living of it.

“Ise okay Dougz” Mania has never been here. Or at least he doesn’t ever remember being here before. He has lost much of his memories until about a month ago. He remembers bits and pieces of it but there are no feelings to go with them. He clings to them but fears their reality. He is also remarkably gifted. He is stronger, faster and smarter than most anyone he has ever known. He has learned that he has the gift of psionics. His biggest problem however is still himself. He came to know this recently. It is as if something compels him to do things to push away friends and allies. He overheard Dutch and Greene speaking. Greene feels he is boy trying hard not to grow up. Dutch had some things less pleasant to say. Although he knows Dutch likes him. That is the other problem. People like him. He attracts people to him regularly.

A seductive looking woman of House Shom walks by. She places a small crystal on the table secretly as she walks by. Mania misses it in his drunken abuse. Dogg sees it. With a cocky smile he palms it. He closes his eyes and gets an image of the same woman, in a candlelit room, taunting and teasing him. He opens his eyes and looks for her in the crowd. He sees her by the balcony looking at him.

“’Sure you cand make it back Mania?” Asks Dogg without looking at him.

“Hummmm…. Oh sures …sures I cans”, he answers with sleepy eyes. “Whys..?”

“Gotta go”, He says suddenly sobering up.

As he leaves, Mania begins to slip down his chair with a goofy look on his face.

After about ten minutes of looking at the bottom of his table, two large muls come over.

“That him?”

Sharp nod

“Don’t look much like a hero.”

Toothy grin

“Street, cell or slavery?”

Twinkle in his black eyes
 

UNDER A DARKSUN
SEGMENT 037
“Business, Nothing Personal”

SCRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE THOOM!

SCRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE THOOM!

“oooooh my head….”

THOOM!

“Oh my aching head….what is that sound…?”

THOOM! THOOM! CRUNCH! BZZZT! BZZZT!

Painfully the light enters his world of confusion.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

Slowly, as if held back, he turns his pale green head to the sound.

……SCRRREEEEEEEEEE quietly skitters away the bug-eating lizard above him.

“I know I drank too much when a lizard sounds like a Mekillot,” thinks the still drunken Mania.

He slows sits up and takes in his environment. He is in a stone worked cell. No window. Only a door and a small lit (but still very bright) torch. His cellmate is nothing but a lizard and it’s lunch. The cell itself is about 6x6 feet and 8 feet tall. He decides this is enough for now and curls up to sleep more.

An hour or two go by.

Then another.

Finally he awakens…just to be ill. Again.

A few minutes later a latch is removed and Mania knows he is about to get a visitor. The visitor is a ½ Giant like Mul wearing sharp studded leather armor. He snarls at Mania. The sound alone makes him wince. “The master is ready to speak to you.”

Placing a noose connected to a wooden staff around his neck, Mania is pulled out of the cell and directed down a narrow hallway to another room. Inside sits comfortably a rich pompous looking noble or merchant house family member. He turns to Mania with as much curiosity as disdain.

“You are the Hero of House Blewes.” Spoken as much as a remark of displeasure as it is a question. “You embarrassed my house…..not wise. My father has asked that I redeem the family somehow. You will be that redemption.”

Still fuzzy, Mania looks at him. “Well, if it’s not our favorite Shom family member- Giovvo. What can I do to you today. Could I advice a good weight loss program?”

A look of shock crosses his face. Drunk, drugged and beaten and still he can insult the second in command of House Shom! He should be put to death!

“My father has requested that you are paid to fight in the Blood Sands for our house. More specifically, you are to punish a few low lives within the organization that will also fight in the arena.”

“And if I refuse?”

“No one refuses Asslo Shom…no one.”

“Does Greene or Jocasta know I am held by your family?”

“They know you are a guest with our family.”

Closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath through his nose and exhaling forcibly in a deep sigh Mania sees the picture…. the whole picture. “I am to fight your men, men meant to kill me before everyone. In some twisted way this redeems you to your father since it was House of Blewes that got credit for helping the templars…not you…to defeat the gith. Since I am being “paid” this makes it legal and suggests my agreement and further insults Greene. You are a bastard.”

“Business, nothing Personal”, replies the grinning Giovvo.
 


great stuff and still reading and enjoying, but, what happened in the tomb with the gith and the templar, how did they end up getting out?
 

Suldulin said:
great stuff and still reading and enjoying, but, what happened in the tomb with the gith and the templar, how did they end up getting out?

Eventually when Jocasta and Keela come back into the picture, you will see.

As a quickie-

Reghast was both repeled by the light, uncertain of power levels involved and decided it wasn't worth confronting the cleric, templar and warriors (some with magic weapons). Fight another day but never forget this one.
As far as Keela and Jocasta's feud.....it's still there and becoming much more personal now that Keela has found Jocasta's soft spot. [oops...did I say that?]
 

UNDER A DARKSUN
SEGMENT 038
“How the Mighty Fall”

The noise is deafening…even when sober. He could hear it from his cell. The chanting and yelling. He saw some of the fights the prior night before being drugged. He was sure he was drugged. The alcohol was potent but he had a gut feeling that there was more too it than that. Either way, he was in a no winning situation currently.

An hour or so later, a large Mul in armor came for him. His obsidian teeth were just as black as his eyes. No matter how many times he sees a Mul it still intimidates him. Muls are solid muscle. Often it is impossible to tell a male from a female without being in the nude. Their tempers were legendary. This one was no different. He enjoyed his job.

With some pain and discomfort, the young man was led to the arena. The crimson sands were already wet with blood from the prior matches. The match before involved an elf. Swords were drawn as the weapon of use. His opponent never knew what happened. Mania noticed a strange tattoo o0n his arm. A tembo on a leash. How absurd he thought to himself.

The crowd was made up of mostly humans. A few dwarves and ½ breeds were mixed in. The cage was 30x30ft square and rose 50ft up allowing many tiers of spectators to watch and bet. Sometimes it seemed everything was based on greed. Part of Mania was repulsed by the entire scene. A more primal part of him wanted more. “Nerves. It has to be nerves,” thought Mania. He continued to search the blending faces of people. Word had gotten out about the match. Many House of Shom people were on their level. Mania couldn’t see Dogg or any other member of the House of Blewes. Though it didn’t surprise him, he had still hoped for their support.

He was stripped of his leather armor before. The man he was too face arrived without armor. He was a big man. The man stared hard at Mania trying to intimidate him. Deep down it worked but Mania wouldn’t give in this. It was up to him to escape…to survive.

The weapons were chosen the traditional way. A winning viewer drew a card. Clubs were drawn. Several boos went up, as this was a place of popular betting even before the match. The rules were given out to each fighter. No psionics or magic but anything else goes. There were no rules in the match. Magic and Psionics were commonly used but had to be done in secret.

Mania was led to one corner and Jublak to the other. A psion powered up and created the sound of a bell. The match was on!

Mania rushed the warrior throwing caution to the wind. He wanted to end this quickly. He over steps while charging and strikes the caged wall instead. Jublak strikes in the back- hard! Mania kicks off the wall and strikes the warrior very hard but leaves himself open. Jublak strikes Mania on his head. Blood bursts from his now broken nose. His eye swells up quickly. Mania strikes with all of his strength sending the man hard into the wall.

“Wha…?!?” Mania sees a Shom agent touch Jublak’s bare shoulder. A brief spark of yellow courses from his fingers onto the downed warrior. Suddenly the warrior looks up quickly and smiles wiping away his blood.

“Well done little man. Let’s try that again”

“Before Mania can say anything Jublak is on his feet and strikes Mania again on the head. Mania swings wildly while cursing. His eye has closed up and Shom is cheating. He thinks of calling up his inborn powers but holds back. “I can do this…without cheating” he thinks to himself. Both men swing low striking their legs. Both men are wobbly.

Mania knows this is it. If he passes out now the guy will pummel him into a pulp…dead pulp. Calling up something primal inside of him he roars and screams and strikes the man. The strike KOs him but the effort has KOed Mania also.

“A draw!” is screamed by all.

Somewhere in the higher levels, Giovvo Shom smiles. “My toy is broken but still useful.”
 

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UNDER A DARKSUN
SEGMENT 039
“From the frying pan into the fire”

Mania hurt everywhere. That was good. That meant he took out Jublak in his final act before passing out. Still, His face was swollen, one eye seized shut and he was missing two teeth on that side. His back and ribs were sore and his leg throbbed.

But now what? What “contract” did he sign? How long would he be placed in the arena to fight; until he was killed?

That was when he heard someone at the door. It opened slowly. The pole with a noose was visible but he could hear the conversation beyond. Someone was convincing the Mul not to use the snare.

“Jocasta…?” Mania whispered though it possibly sounded like a whimper instead.

“No…it is I- Keela- Templar of Nibenay. I came to see you.” She walked in thus with supreme confidence in her power.

“I understand you have become the property of House of Shom.”, she stands before the weakened Mania. “I may be able to help you with this.” She smiles a sinister yet enticing smile. She walks to his side and sits on the stool brought in by the guard. “As a templar, I am empowered to correct wrongs. I suspect you did not choose to do this. I could correct this. Just say the word.”

Mania feels her eyes borrow into his soul. So simple. All he has to do is say so. But his memory of the trip back from the Gith camp continues to ring in his head. Jocasta and Keela were fast becoming enemies. His acceptance Keela’s friendship greatly threatened his friendship with Jocasta.

“…and where is Jocasta Mania?” Keela purrs.

Mania startles. Did she read his mind or was the conflict that obvious on his face. Why did this have to be so hard to decide? Suddenly, he pushes away from her. Her hand was on his upper thigh, teasing his wound.

“I could correct that for you…just say the words.”

“I could correct the injuries to your face and shoulders…just say the words.”

“I could arrange for your freedom and get you out of here…just say the words.”

“I….I….”, damn her he thinks quickly, “ Please do these for me…..”
 

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