"Look at it
this way Kell. While the angel lore would be a boon it is not the only lead
we've got. What did you say about your dream again?"
"The red spores and the demon at
the Lost God Altar were connected," replied Kelloran dejectedly.
"What if the
fungus and the Angels were connected too?" the ghost posed.
Stone shot
Chells a quizzical look. "How did you come to that conclusion?"
"Actually it
is more of a hunch. They feel connected I'm not sure how yet though."
"What about
the goblin’s. Those crossbows part of this too?" Thomas asked.
"I don't know. Honestly I could
be dead wrong. Like I said is just a gut feeling. Even so it is something
we need to address, maybe even more so than the angels, connection or not.
Here is my thought each of us spend the tomorrow trying to figure out what
this mold is. Stone take the natural plane. See what communes will tell
us. I'll try the same thing from the spiritual side."
"What have
spirit to do with this?"
"I'm not sure
yet and I don't think spirits themselves are really an issue. I'll tell you
what I find tomorrow."
"Well my job
is obvious." remarked the tall alchemist. "I have plenty of mold samples
already. I'm sure I can scrounge up some more from under Stones bed too if
need be."
"Very funny,
Thomas."
"Seriously
though. I'll see how this red stuff reacts to the basic alchemical
processes and compare that to normal fungi reactions."
Kelloran
pondered for bit but he could not shake the thought of crossing paths with a
demon cult not to mention whatever awaited him at the Altar of the Lost
Gods. “What about me?"
Stone sat back
down after retrieving the darts for the fourth time. "You get the Gods.
Thomas, Chells and I all have strong ties to a number of specific Gods but
unless these angels are associated to one of them you have best chance to
sense it. If these angels really are some sort of divine servants then
maybe we can find out who they belong to."
With that the
group broke for the night. Thomas polished off his mead as Kelloran doused
the torches. Chells simply faded away while Stone retrieved the Apocrypha
scroll for the library.
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The day dawned
thankfully on a sunny and only somewhat chilly morning. Thomas decided to
see if he could not find a fresh farie mushroom as well as grab himself
several samples of the red mold. He shifted his shoulders a number of times
to make sure none of the boxes and jars clinked or shifted much. No sense
gathering samples with broken containers. Satisfied that all was secure, he
set off towards the white woods and the forest beyond. Taking the bridge
seemed like a good way to give any goblin watching town a clean shot. Once
past the Woodland Altar Thomas spotted the dark scarlet blotches on a the
hillside. He took a few specimens from here, marking them so he could
compare them with any found else in the woods. He crisscrossed the steep
slope and the Woodland Loop looking for the fey sticks that would lead him
to a farie ring. So far no luck. About half way through the Loop all signs
of the red fungus stopped so Thomas took another pair of samples from this
far edge of the contamination.
Just as he was packing up, an
insect bit him sharply on the cheek. "Damn it." he swore. The bite
throbbed and the alchemist wondered if it had been a sting rather than a
bite. When another sharp pain lanced into the knuckle of his left hand.
Thomas grabbed his gear and bolted. "Fucking Nest!!!!!" His foggy breath
billowed back from him as he put as much distance as he could from the spot
of attack. "Wait a minute...I can see my breath. There was frost on the
ground this morning. What insect would but out today." Stopping to look
back Thomas saw a swarm flowing towards him. It flashed through the
sunlight falling brightly through the leafless wood. Yet instead of the
black of wasps or yellow of bees this shifting mass lit up with a deep
crimson. "Ohhhhh SHIT!" Considering how much pain the lanky crafter was in
from the two stings, he had no doubt the swarm was lethal. Any other of the
Favored of FallenStar would have been engulfed in moments. By Kismet's
grace, it was Thomas they were chasing.
Slipping his pack from his
shoulder he pitched it lighting into the softest drift of leaves he saw
before lengthening his stride. He knew this would tire him more quickly but
if did not gain some distance between himself and his pursuers all it would
take is one trip and he would be done for. On
top of that he could either gamble one taking the hill at full speed or slow
to a safe speed and loose ground. Thomas figured he could rest when he
reached safety. Running full tilt he approached the steep slope and shed
just enough momentum to sprint along the incline rather than straight down
it. A lance of agony speared his shoulder but then Thomas hit the road and
pulled ahead once more. "Woodland Altar is closer," he though. "but aren't
these things corrupted woodland creatures? If the still attack at the
Altar, there is no way I’ll make it up those stairs." He turned slightly
crossing the shallower rise to Melcynda's glade. "It's further but even if
they cross into the peace I could make it to the altar in two or three
bounds. If neither of theses stop them....." Thomas shoved that thought
way and flew into the blessed clearing. He spun, ready to change
directions and run once more if needed. The red swarm rushed at him but as
it hit the open glade it exploded in a silent cloud of crimson dust.
Flopping down on the grass
Thomas closed his eyes and caught his breath. "That could have been really
bad." Even though he had slept well the night before, napping was something
Thomas did just as well as sprinting. Opening his eyes what seemed like a
minute later showed the sun had risen far more than he had expected. He
guessed it to be just shy of noon but that realization paled when he noticed
the sharp pain of the stings were gone. "Thank you Melcynda" he whispered
with a smile. Cautiously he headed back the way he had come. He'd abandon
his pack if need be, but he would try to recover it if possible. His luck
held and he found his satchel without another attack. Sweeping the knapsack
to his shoulder he found Kismet really did love him that day. Not two feet
from where his pack landed was a perfect circle free from the mold. Dead
center of the clear ground was the purple faire ring. Snatching a mushroom,
and of course a fey stick to match, Thomas headed quickly back to town.
He heard
voices from the tavern so rather than head straight for his shop he headed
in and for the stairs to warn his friends of what he had encountered.
"OW!!!!"
barked Stone as he hit the landing.
"Stop
scratching stupid. I can only heal so quickly." Thomas made it to the top
to see Kelloran standing over a very bedraggled druid.
"I can't help
it. They itch like crazy!"
"What
happened, Stone?"
"Hey Thomas.
A briar patch came alive and tried to rip me apart. The thorns had to be
four inches long apiece."
"I nearly
bought it too. Mine was a swarm of what looked like blood red wasps. How
about you Kelloran?"
"Rabid
chipmunks the size of woodchucks." replied the restorer as he applied his
magic to another wound on Stone's back. Thomas and Stone looked at each
other and while it really wasn't funny, the distracted deadpan delivery of
such a statement caught them off guard. The two nearly fell over laughing.
They sputtered apologies but Kelloran swiftly caught the humor of it and
chortled along with them. After a while the three friends got themselves
back under control. Stone wiped a tear away and clenched his hands to
prevent himself from scratching.
"You want some potions Stone?"
asked the crafter.
"My healing is
tapped out." Kelloran answered for him. "Do me a favor check to see if
Chells is in his shop. If not I'll come down and grab some potions for
him."
"Will do." he
replied as Stone uttered his thanks still chuckling and wincing
simultaiously.
Thomas left
his pack by the door of his home and headed over to templar's hut. The door
was open so he called out from just outside the cloth covering. "Hey
Chells. You there?" He waited a few moments but, given Chells' odd behavior
lately, his not answering could mean any number of things. Could be Thomas
needed a spirit caller dust to get the ex-medium's attention. Peeking in he
saw a body in the bed. He looked closely and realized there were no glowing
chains wrapped about the still form. "Lazy cretin. Hey Chells, wake up!"
"Hmmph"
"No really.
Stone's hurt."
"Ok Ok I'm
up. What?.... Ackkk Damn Thomas! The sun's still up."
"Duh it's just
after noon."
"I don't do
day. What was that about Stone?"
"He got
shredded by some plant in the forest. Could you go see what you can do for
him?"
"No problem.
Gods it's bright out here."
"No wonder you
like being a ghost. You’re paler than the spirits in your graveyard. Get
some sun man!!!!" joked Thomas.
"Hmmph"
grumbled Chells as he headed into the tavern. Thomas entered his shop and
began cutting and separating the various samples he had gathered.
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The four
friends meet for dinner once more. Stone looked much better after
Kelloran’s and Chells’ ministrations. The Surtur Grill was providing
Blazing Spice Steaks. Luckily the dwarven kegs still had enough to dilute
the fiery seasoning to bearable. Even before Kelloran and Stone had
finished loading up their plates, Thomas had to tell them what his research
had uncovered. “I’ll bet you any amount that whatever that mold is, it is
not really fungus. It is not natural at all.”
“We know its
not natural Thomas. No-one living or dead has ever seen it before.”
“Not Natural
as is in common. I mean Natural as in coming from nature. The stuff is not
organic.”
“I agree with
Thomas.”, remarked Stone settling down at one the round tavern tables. “My
commune with the woodlands was not at all what I had expected. I first
sought out the trees thinking that since it was seemed like the fungal
plague, it must surely be eating into them. Instead I found out the wood
was sleeping peacefully beneath the red stain growing across it. The sleepy
flora was barely aware of the mold. It was not harming them at all. It as
if it was sitting on top of everything, like a paint rather than a
decomposer which would work its way into the terrain.
“So I turned
to the creature of the forest. That’s when the commune nearly overwhelmed
me. I have rarely ever felt such anger before. Many of the animals and
insects were borrowed in, preparing for winter. Yet they were not at rest.
Their natural sense was calling them to begin hibernation and yet they
reacted to my contact with ferocious hostility. I quickly disengaged and
then melded with the plant life. This masked my humanity and probably saved
me from the fate of Kelloran and Thomas. Unfortunately some part of that
antagonism must have followed me and so it was the brush around me that
attacked. My ability to command plants slowed the thorns considerably but
still I could not command them completely as I should have been able to do.
Something else was overriding my will.”
“WeLL I cAn
teLL yOu mY huNCh wAs RIgHt.”
“Chells,
You’re echoing again.”
“SoRry
Kelloran. Is that BetteR.”
“Getting
there. So which hunch are you referring to; the angel connection or that
there is a spiritual force involved?”
“Both acTually.
You all know that spirituality is not just dealing with the dead.
Spirituality encompasses Divinity as well, among other things. Well I’m
pretty sure the over-grown farie angle is probably folklore. After you guys
went to bed I began my investigation. I work better at night. Instead of
heading for the woods first I visited the spots Kelloran pointed out where
had seen the lurking angels and tried to read anything from the locations.
Sure enough there were spiritual traces left behind. Faint but definitely
divinely based. After I had a good feel for what I was looking for I glided
over to the woods. It is one and the same. The mold is not real. It is
the residue of the angelic anger.”
“That is why
it affected the animals and not the plants.” Stone realized. “Haven’t you
been saying spirituality has a lot to do with emotion.”
“Yes. Truth,
Justice, Honor are grounded by values. Spirituality, Compassion, Valor are
emotional.”
“So it makes
sense. Animals are going to be moved by emotions far quicker than the trees
would, especially at this time of year.”
Kelloran
started to speak but Thomas interjected a quick question. “But why are the
angels angry in the first place.”
The Restorer
spoke up once more. “I think I know the answer to that. What I found out
makes a lot more sense now. I got nothing from the temple. No way was I
going to the Lost Gods altar solo. So I trekked out to the Woodland Altar
next. I think I know who the angry angels belong to and worse I can guess
why they are here.”
Three voices
spoke one word in chorus “Who?”
“Troth, the
God of Oaths. Someone has broken their word in a really bad way, though I
have no idea who. The bad new is whomever that was is tied to FallenStar.
Not just superficially. Whomever has brought this on us is someone
important to this town.”
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