It
had been a harrowing few weeks for the hardy winter companions of Fallenstar.
With endless debating over the true origins of the angels, the purpose of
them becoming visible to Kelloran, the fungal plague covering more and more
of the woodlands each day, and more and more animals and vermin becoming
distorted and violent toward the stalwart adventurers, tensions had run high
for a while. And sadly no new progress was being made toward solving their
current problems, or in figuring out who exactly had broken the major oath,
if that truly was the case.
Two evenings past the solstace, at 11 bells, still found the friends in the
Jack O' Lantern, drinking the remainder of Raith's winter stock. "Hey, does
anyone know if Raith left anymore dark ales?" came the muffled voice of
Kelloran. His head slowly rose up from behind the bar, bottles clutched in
each hand. "All I can find is this mead. Man I can't think of the
nastiness awaiting me with this!"
"Hey, careful with that, that's my favorite!" said Thomas, looking up from
his many open jars perched along the edge of the bar. "Just set them up
here and I'll take care of those..."
"I don't think there's anymore left Kelloran," said Stone. "You're going to
have a hell of a tab to pay when Raith gets back. Don't think he won't know
who took all the ale. He knows it wasn't any of us..."
"Doesn't matter, I'll be dead before he gets a chance to collect anyway."
The Restorer's mood of late had sunk to new lows. His usual laughter dulled
by his fear of Thomas' vision. His jokes had gone from light-hearted to a
very sarcastic tone, and he knew it was grating on his fellows.
"Are you still bitching about that!" said Thomas. "I told you. I've been
dead before, Stone has been dead before, Chells has been dead before,
and even you've been dead before. Hell, Chells is probably dead right now!
What's the big deal!"
"Can't be raised if I'm in the belly of some extra-dimensional demon,
ass!" joked Kelloran. "Speaking of Chells, has anybody seen him today? I
haven't seen him since the day before yesterday. He was still checking on
more spiritual residues of the angels, trying to pinpoint some source to
work from. I have a life-spark on him, but I don't know if it will activate
if he gets into trouble on the spirit plane. I just know he isn't
"technically dead.""
"Haven't seen him today either," said Stone. He lolled back in his chair,
looking more disheveled than usual. "I can't believe those goblins got the
drop on me today. Tomorrow one of you guys is coming with me when I journey
back out there. Normally they would have been quick exercise, today, they
almost had me."
"Quick exercise, you?" quipped Thomas, giving Stone the head-tilted stare he
has mastered so well.
"Yeah, it was like they were guided by Arboleth himself, that rotten
bastard. They fought like banshees, screaming, whirling blades, and then
they pulled out another one of those crazy crossbows and I thought I had had
it. Luckily my command plants worked just well enough to wrap one up so I
got the hell out of there."
Kelloran let out a long sigh. "I'll go with you tomorrow Stone, so long as
we don't go anywhere near the Lost Gods altar. I'll be honest, for the
first time in a while, I'm really stumped. I can't think of any other
direction to keep exploring the Angels, even though I feel it is the Gods
will that I do so. I keep feeling drawn to checking out whatever I can
about Apocrypha, but so far have no other leads. I know we've gone over
this a few times, but I feel like he is the key that I should be following.
Another master of the little known fact, another lore-hound, another
puzzler. I feel that if I had followed a diffent path in my training, he
could just as easily be me."
"Cool, I'm gonna hit the hay, and I'll wake you up at dawn." said Stone,
gathering up his gear. None of the four went anywhere these days without
weapons, armor and their adventuring gear. It was just too risky.
"Dawn for you...or actual dawn?" laughed Thomas. The subdued mood of the
four friends had yet to really get the irrepressable alchemist. Both Stone
and Kelloran chuckled along with him...they knew it would really be
noon.
"I'm out too Thomas, good luck finishing up those new reagents. I don't
know if it's really wise to be trying to concoct new potions with that
fungus. Be careful." yawned Kelloran. Thomas bent back to his work. It
was hard enough to keep the skills of his craft secret, he wanted to try new
things, but didn't have many avenues to work with. His attempts to speak
with Yazminch had yeilded him many side-quests in search of new components,
but even the gracious spirit was reserved with lost alchemical lore. His
conversations with the Forgotten Alchemist hadn't gotten him much further at
all. And he knew there were so many more things he could do with this
craft. Even now, he barely needed his lab, he could mix and create no
matter where he was. But so far no real luck trying to use the fungus. It
was all very frustrating to him. The lights burned late into the night as
Thomas continued his work.
The next day, Kelloran and Stone both strapped into their armors and
sheathed their blades. The black tendrils encirling Kellorans blade leaped
out a few inches as he cleared it in the scabbard, almost eager for a
fight. Not a good sign for the Restorer. "I hate combat. Especially when
I'm in it." laughed the restorer. His heavy black robes left behind for the
day, he felt athletic, but not ready to face kill or be killed situations.
"Where are we going today, anyway Stone?"
"Thought we should check out the Nihilus Grove, see what the nullzone does
to the fungus and to the visions of angels and the like. I have been
calling in favors trying to find some information on the Cult of Deceivers,
and I know they've been active up there in the past."
"What would the Cult of Deceivers want with the Nihilus Grove? And I
thought we were going to pursue other avenues of attacking the
angel/oath/fungus problem, not head on with the Cult? Oh, and I saw Chells
this morning. Echoey voice and all. He's been staying out longer and
longer lately. I hate that Echoey voice!"
"I'm not sure what they would want yet," said Stone, but I know you wanted
to maybe try heading in the direction of Apocrypha, so there we go."
"Cool. But, can we take the long way around, throught the fields, maybe
down through the FOC? I'm really serious about not going near the Lost Gods
Altar."
"No problem, let's go."
The two adventurers shouldered their packs and headed out, both keeping a
wary eye out at every moving thing in the snow-covered fields. They trekked
on for a few hours, carefully avoiding any obvious dangers, always an eye
open for runes or other sources of information or income. Runes had been
found pretty sparingly recently, much to the dismay of the two lore-hounds.
No new information always means no new puzzle pieces to work out. You have
the same pieces and no way to put them together.
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