Session 52, Part Two - The Borenbog
And so Korrigan declared that, although Rock was not dead, there was in fact a culprit – a person who was responsible for the chaos that had afflicted the Dreaming in recent days; who had abducted Rock, most probably against his will, and left a trail of misleading clues designed to bring the Unseen and Hedgehog Courts into conflict. The guilty party was…
“Copperhat the Headless!” (
Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.)
By now, Copperhat had retreated out of the limelight and lingered near the Borenbog. The sound of his own name caused Copperhat to emit an unbidden squeak. He poked the Borenbog to get its attention. It looked up, sensed a change in the atmosphere, and began to clamber to its feet. Copperhat cleared his throat and quietly explained that the unit would never get home to the Waking without his help. Perhaps they would rather pin the blame on Thisraldion, who after all had lied about knowing how to send them home? When Korrigan persisted, Copperhat tried again, loudly declaring that there was plenty of evidence in Thisraldion’s chambers, linking him to the crime.
“I’m sure there is,” said Korrigan, “but I don’t think…”
Without warning, the Borenbog smashed its huge amphora on the ground, revealing a spherical gate to the Webway. Before anyone could react, Copperhat dived into it. The unit still struggled to respond as the Borenbog took a swig from its gourd and suddenly grew to a huge size, whereupon it stomped on the Webway gate and rendered it completely flat.
By now they realised that their slowness was a result of the aura of stupefaction that surrounded the creature. It was difficult to do anything at all and impossible to do it fast. Still unopposed, the Borenbog launched a gob of sticky spit at Korrigan, but it missed.
All Gupta could think of to do was draw a dagger and wave it rather lamely. She remained stupefied. Korrigan issued a challenge to the Borenbog, to draw it away from his allies, then shrugged off the befuddling effect of close proximity to the bog monster. Quratulain stabbed at it half-heartedly, but her anger at this ‘betrayal’ caused her to easily win free of the muddling effect. Uru tried to summon the words to bamboozle the Borenbog, but realised it was pointless on clearing his head. (The Borenbog didn’t care about Rackus, so there was no point pretending to be him.) None of the assembled courtiers, nor Leon, could shrug off the stupefaction, thanks to the wine they had been drinking. The rangale moved up to the edge of the aura and stood there, stupidly.
The Borenbog grabbed Gupta and stabbed at her with a pitted, rusted and bloodstained knife of the kind ordinarily used to gut fish. Korrigan shouted encouragement to his wounded officer and she stabbed back with the
Third Blade of Srasma (for the dagger she had drawn was now the form the blade took). The Borenbog grunted and released her, and she was now free of stupefaction too.
Korrigan ordered Quratulain to attack again. She did so, this time with gusto, only to realise that the attack had done no good. She studied the matter closely, while Uru shadow-stepped behind the Borenbog and slipped into the shadows. The Borenbog hacked at Quratulain repeatedly with its gutting knife. “All of ye are bums,” it muttered as it did so. “Makin’ me ‘afta come out in the daylight. Bugger ye. I’ma eat ye, and I don’ even care if ye give me the





.” Quratulain was too fast for it and parried its blows. During this exchange she completed her calculations: the Borenbog had to be attacked with a different weapon or source of damage each time! She sheathed her arm-blades and drew her rifle. Already she was becoming quite adept in its use and, taking a lead from Matunaaga, she took steady and careful aim.
Gupta drew a bone wand from her jacket, pointing it at the Borenbog and afflicting it with a psychic curse. The Borenbog yowled. Korrigan drew the
Sword of Maur Granatha and struck at it with radiant light, encouraging his teammates as he did so. The Borenbog took a swig from its gourd. Suddenly the marble floor beneath them was transformed into the stinking noxious swamp of its homeland. One of the severed hands at its belt shrivelled, absorbing Gupta’s curse. Then it lashed at her again with its knife, saying, “Gimme yer hand. I needs another one fer me belt.” Gupta staggered back out of range, but she and everyone else in the ‘swamp’ felt their life drain out of them through contact with the vile water.
Now it was Uru’s turn. With an assassin’s precision, he stuck a shuriken right in the back of its neck. The Borenbog stumbled. Gupta stabbed it with a spear she had picked up during the Siege of Alais Primos (it came in useful, after all). Then Quratulain fired her rifle and the Borenbog fell, face first into the swamp it had created.