"High Priestess?" The
whisper-soft hiss echoed off the walls of the earthen tunnel.
"What is it, Issk?"
Nuhmudira looked at her protégé, closing the book she had been
reading over her forefinger so as to not lose her place. She was
dressed in her midnight blue and white robes, overseeing the
construction of tunnels that stretched deep into the world.
"We have reached the
inner chamber. So, too, have the virindi." Issk, a
chomu sclavus, bowed his head and spread his hood wide. The
gesture was an honorific offered only to the High Priestess of
the faith. "She who sings" was due this reverence,
especially when the news her underling delivered was
disheartening. He awaited a response.
"Send your best
warriors to deter their progress. I will sing for
assistance." She opened the book and watched as Issk rose
to leave her presence. She called after him. "Issk, once
warriors are in place, climb to the surface and recruit others
to our cause." In her left hand, a new, simple-looking book
appeared. "Give them this book. It will explain our cause
more fully. The Isparians may question why I send you to speak
to them, but they must be made to know that Aerbax means ill
with his goals."
Issk took the book, bowing
his head and flourishing his hood once again.
*****
Alatar is going to have a fit.
That was Antius' first thought as he cleared the ridge and
looked down into the valley. All of the existing maps of the
area would need to be changed.
The first terrified
reports had come from the Sennon Valley and Hand-on-Sword
settlements. Almost overnight, trees and grass had died,
replaced by enormous mushrooms and other fungal growths. The
whole area was now a twisted wasteland, utterly alien in the
pale moonlight.
If we can't stop them, all
of Dereth will look like this. It was a sobering thought.
He might have speculated further, had he not been frozen by the
chittering sound behind him. Antius turned slowly, looking up at
the blue-black armor, the burgundy eyes, the pincers poised to
attack. One hand reached into his pocket for two of the gems
that Ciandra had prepared for him, and he mentally thanked the
Arcanum for their work. As he crushed the stones and their magic
exploded around him, he drew his sword in a flash and lunged.
*****
"…capable of boiling the most corrosive of materials I
have ever seen." Hiro grumbled, crumbling a sprig of
henbane into a bubbling concoction. "I'll be, it did work.
Do you see that, Ciandra? Who would have ever thought?"
Ciandra smiled and turned
back to her class.
"With the discovery
of aqua vitae, we have ushered in a new era for alchemy on
Dereth. I will be collating the notes for this latest find and
distributing them as I can. Please, remain vigilant in your
research and remember to turn in your findings to either myself
or Hiro." She dismissed the class and pocketed the gem.
*****
"Garsh has
failed." Niarltah said across the large stone table.
"So too have your
heroes." Muldaveus leaned forward, speaking directly at the
leader of the tumeroks. "Our forces were routed despite
being well provisioned and prepared." He leaned back as the
tumerok leader nodded in agreement. "The question now is,
what do we do next?"
"When I led the
massacre at Holtburg, so many years ago, it was only through
tenacity and perseverance that I was able to bring my troops to
victory. Even then, one Isparian proved to be a difficult foe
for many. I have not forgotten those days." Niarltah
paused. "Redouble our efforts. We have chosen our place for
victory; winning at Fort Tethana will make that battle all the
easier. If we fail at Tethana, there are always other options,
newer options."
"Yes," the gray
giant agreed, then drew in a quick breath. "But what of the
olthoi?"
"For the moment they
are of little concern. The ona I sent to track the whereabouts
of the olthoi hives will return to us and warn us of how great
the threat is. Let us focus upon the task at hand, Muldaveus."
Niarltah stood and walked across
the room toward an enclave of great tumerok and lugian warriors.
Muldaveus rose and followed close behind.
*****
Elysa stood on a balcony, unable
to sleep. She saw nothing in the night but stars–Alb'arel
was behind her and Rez'arel had not yet risen. And yet she
knew that, somewhere in the night, Asheron was instructing his
golems to repair the damage done to his tower. Somewhere
in the night, Antius scouted the new hives on her command.
Somewhere in the night, in the darkness...the olthoi waited.
She remembered the weight
of the quiver on her shoulder, the feel of the bow in her hand.
She remembered the horror of the Queen's hive, over a decade
past now, remembered watching Thorsten die. She had
thought that it would be over, that her people would never face
such a nightmare again.
So naïve, so wrong!
The olthoi were coming, and now she would have to take her
people into the darkness once again.
*****
A single claw reached over a shoulder and unfastened the mask;
three tentacles stretched out to drag along the corridor of the
newly constructed tunnel. A consul, independent entity Vincadi,
made his way to where Aerbax stood. As Aerbax watched Vincadi in
the tunnels, the mirror spoke to him from the energy source.
"Master Aerbax. Flesh being
Nuhmudira has acquired the objective's locality. The tunnels of
the flesh beings fill with a force set to invade our current
position."
It requires more power to
make the shift to the Singularity. Collect the specimen at any
cost and fulfill your goal. You have progressed well. Do not
allow a failure now.
"Our progress astounds even
those who cannot comprehend our undertaking. See that the flesh
beings are shackled. We will achieve our objective." The
claw replaced the mask and the tentacles retreated beneath his
tattered cloak. "I will bring forth the fleshless eyes.
Vincadi, recruit the flesh beings to our cause and conduct your
research, as well."
Vincadi's mask tilted slightly.
"You believe that the meatbags will assist us?"
Is it wise to rely upon
flawed beings to accomplish your work?
The questions came
simultaneously and were parsed to different receptors. His
answer came swiftly and without difficulty, "The 'meatbags'
have proven ever predictable and reliable in assisting a cause
they know nothing of. They will assist us, as they have
before."
"Excellent."
Excellent.
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