Following the
others to the horses I began thinking of the journey we were about to
undertake. We were to travel to River's End, some hundred or so miles to the
south, and we would need to travel quickly. I am worried, though not about
the journey itself, any bandits or such rubbish we meet along the way will
surely present little of a challenge. Instead I am worried about what we
will find at our destination. I worry about whether or not Khaldun's
greatest hope will still be there, and whether he will make the decision to
take the war to the Ceyah. Though many would find that last worry ridiculous
(after all, of course Darius Javidan would fight the Ceyah), what those
people do not know that I do is that since the Cataclysm, Darius has been
watched and guarded by Eben Baruch, a pacifistic ranger who is the epitome
of Council virtues; He is brilliant, yet indecisive, a great warrior who
abhors fighting. He is the perfect example of the Council's contradictory
nature.
Knowing that I could change nothing in the
past, I began saddling my horse. Looking around at my companions, I wondered
at how they would fare should Darius join Eben in pacifism.
Jason would be devastated; there is no
debate about that. Having looked up to Darius his entire enchanted life, he
tended to put Darius on a high pedestal and emulate him. Even his weapons
closely mirrored Darius'. Of course, Jason's were a little bit shorter
because Jason liked his fights up-close and personal, and from what I
remember about Darius, he cares little about the actual fight; just the
results and the aftermath.
Caitlynn would survive easily. Fiercely
independent, yet completely loyal to her friends, she cared little for those
she considered outsiders. If I were to be completely honest, she probably
would not give a damn about Darius if the rest of us were not so intent on
finding him. I had strong suspicions that if Darius were still missing,
dead, or a pacifist, Kate would not care in the least.
My wife, Rachel, I believe would be
disappointed, though not much else. She is a very strong person mentally,
emotionally, and especially spiritually. Her faith in the Creator's plan
will get her through just about anything. She also fully believes and
supports the path we Royalists have taken, and if we ever managed to find
Darius, she would be a welcome influence on him.
As for myself, I do not have a choice. I
will be forced to keep going because I can not allow myself to do anything
less. Whatever honor I have not bargained away to keep the Royalist dreams
alive would not allow me to stop. My duty and responsibilities would demand
that I not stop. On top of all that, my wife would not let me stop either.
So again, I have no choice.
I would not want to stop though. My own
visions, those of a land free of the Ceyah, with the Kohan both watching
over and bearing responsibility for the mortals, are something that I would
not be able to attain by quitting. Having Darius with us would make it much
easier to attain, but even without him I will continue working to realize my
goal. That is what leaders do, and I believe that I am a leader.
Finishing with the saddle, I turned to
Rachel and helped her up onto her horse. I knew better than to try and help
Kate up, the last time I tried it took a week for the swelling to go down,
so I turned back to my own horse and swung myself into the saddle.
With a deep breath to stave off the
enormity of our task, I softly uttered, "Let's be on our way."
When we finally stopped for the night, we
had traveled more than half the distance to River's End. In a small, yet
bustling town named Ithica we found food and shelter, not to mention fresh
horses. We had already bought horses twice now, and these were clearly worn
out; they would not be ready to ride in the morning.
Checking into our rooms at an inn called
the King's Jewel, I was more than slightly disappointed at the way we had to
split the rooms. Jason and I would take one, with Rachel and Kate in the
other. This was actually both a blessing and a curse. It was bad because I
looked forward to spending time alone with my wife, to comfort her and ease
whatever fears she may have. It was good for nearly the same reason; it
would've been the first time that Ray and I were unsupervised, and I would
not have bet a single gold piece that we'd gotten any sleep. We'll need our
rest for tomorrow.
Before night fell I began looking around
for a place I could buy food for the 'morrow. Walking throughout the town I
noticed an odd duality. The Ceyah had not yet taken this town, and from some
of the soldiers walking around I could tell the people were capable of
defending themselves; yet despite that there was an almost palpable tension
in the air. I have to find out why these people are so nervous, as it might
impact our trip tomorrow.
Stopping at a small grocery stall, I made
polite conversation with the proprietor while I shopped.
"Good evening mLady," I said to her, "would
you happen to know what has everyone so nervous?"
She looked at me curiously for a moment,
apparently shocked I didn't know the answer to the question already. Then
she apparently decided that my grey traveling cloak meant that I was a
visitor. "I've heard rumors of bandits in them hills o'er yonder," she told
me, "them soldiers ain't seen no real combat before, and that makes us
nervous, 'specially me; Two of 'em is mine."
Thanking her for her help, I paid for my
food and started back to the inn.
Arriving back at the Jewel, I found the
others already waiting for me. They had completely their tasks long before I
did mine. Kate had found a place where we could discreetly buy horses
without revealing we were Kohan. Jason had gone around and mostly done
mundane things such as getting our tents and traveling clothes mended,
purchasing water skins and the like.
Rachel had done the most significant work
however. She had talked to some of the soldiers and believed she knew where
the bandit's camp was. She claimed she had only asked so that we'd be able
to avoid it, but we both knew each other too well for that. She knew I would
do what I could to help these people, even if it meant delaying my meeting
with Darius. Aside from that, I knew that she fully intended for us to wipe
out the bandits, and that without their location I probably would have had
us move on.
I sighed heavily when she told me what she
had found, knowing what I had to do, even if I did not like it.
"This will delay our meeting and expose us
but we cannot let these people be preyed upon if we can prevent it. However,
Darius could move any day, so we must establish contact now." I looked
around at my companions, my friends. "Caitlynn, I want you to recruit two
soldiers. Each will carry a copy of a message from me to Darius." Sending
two scouts with the message increased the chances of Darius receiving it
exponentially, because if one was caught by something, be it bandits,
beasts, or Ceyah, the other could still get through since they would travel
separately.
"Rachel, if you had to guess, how many
bandits would you say there were, and how many soldiers in the town?"
"From my conversations with the soldiers, I
came up with numbers usually around a company. Also, from talking with some
of the local hunters and farmers, the area they're camped in could not
easily support much more than that. I'd say about a dozen bandits, with
about a half-dozen margin of error, either way.
In the town, they have roughly two
companies of actual trained soldiers, all good, skilled swordsmen. They're
complemented by about double that of militia. I wouldn't count on them
though; the kids have heart, but no experience and little training."
Before I could make any plans, I had to see
if the town would choose to support our bandit-hunting actions.
"Caitlynn, go find us some messengers;
we'll be bandit-hunting tomorrow whether the people help us or not. Rachel,
Jason, we'll go speak to the town's leadership, and if they don't listen
we'll plead our case directly to the people."
Leaving Caitlynn to her task, we began
walking to the town hall. The whole way I was plagued by doubts and
questions. Was I leading these people to the slaughter? I kept imagining
worse and worse encounters with the bandits, and at one point I even
imagined a dragon working with them.
Arriving at the town hall, I viciously
thrust thoughts of failure out of my mind. After a little debate, we agreed
that a dramatic entry would be best. Walking up to the door, I reached
towards the door, intending to pound on it until someone answered. To my
surprise, with my lightest touch the door swung open.
Instantly suspicious, I drew my mace; I had
left my shield in my room, though I still wore my armor underneath my
traveling cloak. I heard a slight rasping sound, which repeated itself an
instant later, and knew that Jason had drawn his falchions. We walked into
the hall quietly, slowly, with all senses straining to locate anything
hostile. Keeping Rachel between us we moved into the great hall, and as our
eyes adjusted we gradually saw shapes sitting in chairs around a large,
circular table.
Almost as soon as I realized those were
bodies, I felt a rush of air. As I whirled around to see what it was I saw
smoke rising from a shimmering blue shield. Since there had been no
explosion or other such noise, I knew it was the remnant of a dreadfire
blast that Rachel had protected us from. I did not need to see the strain on
her face that I knew would be there, but I did not think she'd be able to
protect us a second time so soon, so I began marching deeper into the room.
Suddenly the lights in the room flared, and
I was temporarily blinded. Though I crouched and threw up a quick guard,
there was no attack to protect myself from.
Blinking quickly to clear my vision, I
noticed three silhouettes. Two seemed to be slight of build, so I assumed
them to be women. The third shape was enormous, and the huge, hulking shape
had to be Vargus.
This threw me off quite a bit; Vargus was
not one for such subtlety, which meant that one of the female shapes was
probably Divsha; The cunning she-bitch loved plots such as these, mostly
because they were less dangerous for her than a stand-up fight.
As my vision continued to clear I saw that
my suspicions were confirmed, Vargus and Divsha indeed stood before me, but
when I saw who the third shape was my very soul cringed. Known now as
Shendra, she was once a promising officer in my own army until corrupted by
Ahriman himself. She is one of few Royalist failures, and one I felt like a
punch to the gut.
One of the reasons for this is because it
had to have been her who just attacked us. She was a master of arcane magic,
and a specialist in magical projectiles.
Summoning as much bravado as I could, I
straightened and asked, “What are you doing here with these vermin Azura?
Step away now, that I may slay them with a clean conscience."
"Do you really forget things so easily
Javidan?" she asked me, "I am Shendra, and am no longer forced to follow
your fool's orders. It is you who will be slain this day. Beloved of the
people you may be, but they fool easily, and I am no longer enthralled by
your lies. By the end of the day you will lie in an unmarked grave, and your
followers will be left to think you abandoned them.
But we both know better, don't we Javidan?
You could no more abandon the mortals and that fool Darius than you could
kill your own wife."
"Do you really think we will let you leave
here alive witch? Even with that beast behind you, you are no match for the
three of us," I told her. "Your options are simple: surrender and be
Cleansed, or be killed and be Cleansed....Your choice."
With that the beast, who had remained
silent thus far, began snarling and growling at me. At that, Divsha laid a
restraining hand upon his arm and whispered in his ear. He began to smile
then, and I believe that frightened me more than any threat could.
He began stalking forward, readying his
twin bone clubs as I cursed my thoughtlessness in leaving my shield in my
room. Vowing never to leave it behind again, even if only to go to the
bathroom, I readied my own mace and waited for the big thing's charge.
Knowing that while I kept Vargus busy, Jason would take Divsha and Rachel
would try and make Shendra's magic a non-factor until we could deal with
her.
Screaming in bloodlust, Vargus charged at
me. Blocking a downward swipe, I was forced to duck under the head-height
shot that followed less than a second later from his other club. Blocking a
swipe at my legs I spun away from a blow that would've fused my arm to my
ribs, and probably killed me at that.
Knowing I couldn't survive much longer on
the defensive, I made my move during his next swing; a right-handed swing, I
parried his swing to the inside, continued my spin, and struck him square in
the back. Without missing a beat, the beast whirled and struck me in my
shield-hands shoulder; I heard bones crunching and knew my wound was
grievous.
The beast's blow sent me reeling. I tried
to turn my flight into a roll to control the fall, but succeeded only at
landing on my injured arm. The pain from my landing nearly knocked me
unconscious, but I managed to fight back the darkness closing over my
vision.
It was a good thing I did. I rolled to the
side just in time for Vargus' club to crush the tiles where I had been
laying. Before I had even regained my footing, I swung for his leg, and
connected solidly with his knee. The beast's howls told me that I had
significantly damaged the limb, at the very least; I had probably broken his
knee.
He fell to the ground, unable to support
his massive weight with just one leg. My victory was nowhere near complete
however, as I could not get off the ground myself, the pain was so great.
Since I wasn't going anywhere, and neither was my opponent, I took the
opportunity to look around.
I turned to Jason's battle just in time to
see him roll under one of Divsha's swings, and slice open the back of her
leg with a falchion, probably severing her hamstring. As she fell to the
ground, Jason stood up. Unlike myself, he looked none the worse for wear. If
Divsha had even scratched his armor, I was the Creator.
With one swift move he whirled and threw
one of his falchions, which whistled just by my wife's head, continued
going, and struck Shendra right in the chest; no longer under her control,
the fireball she had been building blew up right in her face, blowing her
back into the far wall. She slumped to the ground, obviously dead.
When I turned from that gruesome sight I
did a quick double-take; both Divsha and Vargus, who should've been
incapable of any real movement with their wounds, were gone. Oddly enough,
there was not even a blood trail leading outside. It was like they just
vanished.
Of course, even had they been in the room
in plain view the only one of us who could've done anything would've been
Jason. By this time my crushed arm had leaked so much blood that I could see
dozens of tiny Vargus' dancing in circles around me. As for Rachel, she
appeared completely exhausted from her magical battle with Shendra.
Knowing that it would be a little while
before Rachel could heal me, Jason tied off a tourniquet at my shoulder to
slow the bleeding, which should keep me alive until Rachel was a little bit
more rested.
Jason dragged me over into a corner of the
room and propped me up against the wall, then began to inspect what was left
of the room. Shendra's aborted fireball had taken out chunks of both the
roof and a wall, and through the wall Jason could see a company or so of
soldiers moving cautiously towards the building. Their caution marked them
as the veteran swordsmen Ray had told us about, and we only hoped we could
talk our way out of this.
It would be very embarrassing upon my next
awakening if I survived an assassination attempt only to be killed by allies
who mistook me for a thief.