By midday
they were still working their way across the great fields below FallenStar.
They had only covered about a quarter of the distance they would have in the
summer. Winter was truly upon the ShadowLands and the deep snow made travel
slow to a crawl. Even taking turns breaking the trail Stone and Kelloran
were tiring.
“Maybe the
field route wasn’t the best idea I ever had.” the Restorer wheezed in the
cold air.
“I was
thinking much the same but still at this point we are closer to the Jack
O’Lantern’s Wood than town. I say we press on. Besides downhill beats
trying to climb back to town in my mind.”
“You’re the
druid. As long as you say we’re not going to freeze to death before we get
there, I’ll follow you.”
“We’re not
going to freeze to death but you are not going to be following for a bit
either. It’s your turn to take point. My legs are getting sore again.”
The next few
hours were a grueling battle. Each turn up front became shorter and
shorter. Heads down, the pair trudged onward methodically. Finally Stone
looked up over Kelloran’s shoulder and spotted the break in the trees where
the road broke into the Forest of the Condemned. “Not much further Kelloran
there is the entrance just ahead.”
“Great! I
was just about to ask to switch places again but with a destination in sight
I can keep… Wait a sec. There is someone down there.”
Stone
followed where the Restorer was pointing. Standing just at the edge of the
forest stood a figure. The two watched but whomever or whatever was there
in front of them moved not at all. “Think he’s frozen?”
“Not unless
the weather down here is way different than we’ve had in FallenStar,”
Kelloran replied. “People who die of the cold don’t do it standing up very
often. It’s cold out here but not enough to flash freeze someone upright.”
“Usually I
would advise a cautious approach but neither you or I have the strength to
loop far enough around him and against the snow we are going to stand out
like banners. Might as well head straight in. That way if things go badly
we won’t have exhausted what energy we have left. Let me take point.”
“Sounds
smart. You’ve got a much better weapon that I do.”
“Actually I
was thinking I want your healing abilities unengaged. If this guy has bad
news magic I could get pretty roasted by the time I can close with him
trying to run in snow.”
“Got it.
I’ll be right behind you.”
“Never
doubted it. Let’s go.”
The closer
the two came to the figure the odder its pose seemed to them. Besides
Kelloran’s claim that being frozen was unlikely, that is exactly what the
figure seemed to be. It appeared to have stopped mid-stride walking same
path they were for the Forest of the Condemned. It took the pair almost ten
minutes to reach the dark form and in that whole time it had not moved.
Kelloran pointed out the fact that there was no trail leading back from the
man. As they got closer, Stone noticed another odd fact. He and the
templar we’re buried to their knees in snow yet he could see the man’s feet
standing atop of the loose drifts.
Finally pair
reached the figure. Even before they could see his face Stone had a
dreadfully feeling he knew who it was. Kelloran’s exclamation was no
surprise. “Oh Gods Stone. It’s Chells.” Their friend was truly locked in
winter’s embrace. He had no blood to turn to ice but his form was as still
as a frozen lake. The misty edges that wreathed his body stood it rigid
tendrils. Kelloran tried to take hold of his friends arm. Instead of
passing right through him as he would a spirit or meeting a solid form as he
now appeared to be, the Restorer’s hand met a sluggish resistance. His
fingers sank slowly into the wraith-like arm. “It’s like trying to grab
molasses. How are we going to move him?”
“Of course!
In the dark months spirits slow down even more than normal. Chells,
regardless of the fact he dwells on the Physical Plane, must be just as
susceptible to winter as they are. When was the last time you said you saw
him?”
“Two days
ago. How long did he say he could remain in spirit form?”
“I’m not
sure. We’ve got to get him back to his body. There is no way we could make
it back to FallenStar today. Damn!! I had a Thought Transfer scroll in my
hand this morning but I never got around to putting it in my pouch. We
could have had Thomas use a spirit caller to summon him back to FallenStar.”
“Would that
even work? I thought spirits chose to respond to the spirit callers. If he
cannot move he can’t very well respond to it.”
“You’re
probably right. We’ve got to get his body here then. If we shelter in the
wood tonight we could make it back to FallenStar this time tomorrow… Then it
would be another day back here.”
“That is if
we are in any shape to make the journey again. We’ll be exhausted. That’s
dangerous in this cold. Sending Thomas by himself is no option either.
Sending a lone person out is asking for worse than we’ve already got.”
“Then we have
only one choice. We need to get into the Jack O’Lantern’s wood and summon
the body here.”
“You think we
can do it?”
“We’ll be in
his holy ground so that will count for quite a bit. We will also need to
beseech Melcynda to release whatever hold she has on Chells’ body.”
“I’m not sure
if we have enough prayers between us.”
“If we pour
all the prayer we have into it and hold nothing back the sacrifice should
carry out words to Melcynda. I’ll add Ranu and Crodez in as well.
Compassion and loyalty definitely fit this circumstance. We’ve got to try.
No matter how good he has gotten at this spirit thing, I doubt he can
recover from a of minimum four days away from his flesh. He might have been
in spirit form for a while already two days ago.”
“You can’t
combine Gods like that, Stone. It just doesn’t work that way.”
“Kelloran we
are not asking all the Gods for one thing. We use our prayers to give the
Jack O’Lantern the strength to summon the body. Ranu I ask to carry our
plea to Melcynda to release her hold. Crodez to help them rejoin.”
“Got it. Put
like that I think you’re right. It could work. Ok I’ll lead. You just went
first.”
Renewed with
purpose the adventurers made it to the woods in record time. The way became
more treacherous at first with branches lying beneath the snow. Luckily it
was not quite as deep. Kelloran immediately sensed the presence of the God
of Justice. His strange aura overlaid everything here. The trees and
earth. The dark headstones peeking out of the white blanket of snow. Even
the skulls crafted by mortal hands to ward this holy ground were infused
with the spectral strength of the ancient being who was now one of the
Spirit Gods.
Stone and
Kelloran quickly set to working clearing off the huge stone which often held
the Jack O’Lantern’s rune. Stone dug a candle out of his pack and Kelloran
lit incense to honor the deity, actually deities, of who’s aid they were
about to seek. They drew forth the energy their Gods had touched them with
and crafted it into a many layered call for help. Kelloran watched in the
eternal awe he held for the divine powers as one by one they came.
Ranu was
first. His appearance startled the Restorer at first. Used seeing the
great sleek hound, the shaggy almost lupine looking God was not at all what
he was expecting. His heavy coat was rimmed with frost and His eyes were
the palest blue instead of their usual deep brown. The God’s breath plumed
into the air filling Kelloran’s divine sight with fog. The great beast
picked up Stone’s plea to carry his request to Melcynda. It turned Its gaze
on Chells and saw the deep bonds between the two brothers. Even without
Stone’s prayer this was a task the God of Loyalty embraced. He bounded away
carrying with Him His fierce and unswerving presence.
Kelloran
joined his companion in their next call. Grey vines twined up from the
earth, though they did not move even a flake of snow. Superimposed on the
real world, the twisting cables formed themselves into legs, torso, arms and
hands. At It’s apex, they coiled and churned until they flowed downward to
fashion a cloak about the towering figure. What they revealed in their fall
was a white pumpkin colored with pale orange only where the skin was holed
to shape features. Flame burned within the head lighting eyes and mouth but
instead of the warm glow much like candlelight, this fire burned blue,
bathing the humans in a stark and cold radiance. The deity listened to the
request made by Stone and supported by Kelloran. It nodded and turned to
face FallenStar. Stretching out Its arms, ethereal vines launched from Its
fingers. The coils streaked through the trees, crossing the distance it had
taken the men a day to travel in a mere second. They returned bearing the
limp form of Chells and lowered the body gently at the feet of two
worshipers. In a flash the great being unraveled and was gone.
The last God
appeared with a whisper instead of a leap or eruption. Though the day was
waning there was still daylight when Stone began his last prayer. It was
answered first by the dimming of the wood. Sunset became dusk and dusk
became night in a matter of seconds. Then the darkness reversed as a pearly
illumination filtered through the bare limbs from above. The silver robed
deity seemed unchanged compared to the two before. Kelloran thought quickly
but could not imagine how Crodez could look any more wintry than He always
did. His musing did not last long because with Him the God bore the frozen
form of Chells. Scooping up the apparent lifeless body, He gently brought
both to His chest as if He were a father hugging a pair of children. In His
embrace the two became one. He too lowered Chells to the waiting men but
instead of laying him on the ground, the Moon God rested him in Stone’s
lap. Daylight returned to the forest revealing the shivering form of their
friend. Alive.
“We’ve got to
make a fire quickly,” Stone exclaimed. “I forgot he would not be dressed
for the weather out here. I don’t think I had anything left in me to remedy
the situation even if I had.” The druid looked around and spotted a large
pine tree. Its lower boughs lay embedded in the snow drifts. “There!
Forget the fire. If we tunnel into the hollow under the lowest branches our
bodies and my lantern will create more than enough warmth to keep him
alive.”
“Ok I’ll
carry him. You figure out where we need to climb in. If I tried it I’m
sure I’d knock all the snow down and ruin it.”
In a matter
of minutes Stone pushed and packed the branches and snow to create an
opening. He sent Kelloran in first, passing in Chells next and then the
packs. While he sealed the tunnel Kelloran checked Chells’ condition. He
was cold but not dangerously so. His trembling was just the body trying to
keep warm. The fact he was unconscious worried the Restorer more. Physical
ailments he could handle. If Chells’ spirit was somehow damaged, the person
he would have gone to to ask for advice was the patient himself.
“How is he?”
“He’s alive
and breathing fine. Out cold though if you’ll pardon the pun. I think that
is due more to his spirit than his body. Physically he’s a mess. He
seriously malnourished and probably dehydrated too. No hypothermia or
frostbite, so that’s good. I know he damaged himself last year in some
battle on planes of the dead but he’s way worse now.”
“How long do
you think he was out of his body.”
“This is
uncharted territory for me. Could be just the two days. Could be longer.
His condition goes beyond this last spirit trip. I’ve been meaning to talk
to him about all this time he’s been away from his body. I had noticed the
few times I had seen him in the flesh he’s looked worse and worse. When was
the last time any of us has seen him eat something?”
“I hadn’t
thought of that. I can’t recall seeing him eat or drink anything for
months. I’m sure he must have. He has some food and always plenty of water
in his hut. I know he does not see life and death like we do but he should
have the common sense not to kill himself with his experiments.
Unfortunately I would not bet a gold on it. His obsessions have overruled
his sense of self-preservation before.”
“Well when we
get him back to town, we’d better make sure he starts taking care of his
real form or a spirit body will be all he’s got.”
By this time
the hollow was quite warm. Stone stripped off his heavy outer gear, with
some difficulty in the cramped space. He pushed the few piles of snow to
edges leaving a floor of pine needles. They’d provide some insulation but
he unrolled a pair of blankets to complete the base of their den. The coats
would be used to cover themselves. Once Kelloran had Chells situated, he
too took off his cloak and overcoat.
“We get some
should sleep,” Stone advised. “Tomorrow is going to be worse than today
was. Try and wake up now and then and relight the lantern. If you can see
your breath keep it lit for a while otherwise blow it out. Our bodies
should produce enough heat but let’s not take chances. I’m going to put out
the light now. You all set?”
“Leave it for
a bit. I’d like to keep an eye on Chells for about an hour. See if his
condition changes any. I’ll wake you if any happens.”
“All right.
Good night Kelloran.”
Kelloran
closed the tin door of the lantern. This left just illumination to see by.
He’d check on Chells ever ten minutes or so for a while. He was not sure
what would happen but if anything was likely to, it was going to either
happen soon or hours from now when Chells’ internal clock told him it was
time to wake up. That is if his friend woke up at all.
The black
mood that had been haunting him for weeks returned once more. He was
doomed. Maybe it would have been better to let the cold kill him. At least
that way he would have an after-life. The thought made him shiver. As much
as he liked Chells he really could not understand how anyone would choose
death over life. To live without touch, to be unable to feel and smell the
spring winds or taste a good meal. These and millions of other such joys
were what made a person a person. To exist with only memories of those
things seemed tragic.
Yet soon he
might be deprived even of that much. What if his impending death at the
Lost Gods Altar was more than just a physical death. What if whatever was
waiting for him slayed his spirit as well. He’d be stuck as a soul. A
scrap of himself with no future just a single glimpse of his past. Even
worse was possibility of soul death. There have been tales of death-blows
so potent that the victim is wiped out entirely. Big dead. The Great
Beyond. Lights out forever.
He had tried
to reconcile himself to his fate but the plain a simple fact was he wanted
more than almost anything to live. Heart beating. Breathing. The thought
of loosing that was breaking him apart. Each of his friends had tried to
tell him not to worry about it but they just didn’t get it. To them life
did not have same value. Hell Chells equated death to puberty, “just
another change in the path of one’s existence.” What did they know about
loosing that which makes you what you are?
Kelloran
winced as the candle flared, sending a spike of light through one of the
holes in the tin right into his left eye. He looked to the lantern and was
captured by the flame dancing within it. In that moment the metal walls
around it did not exist for him. He could see the taper standing below the
flicking fire and behind them a golden mask appeared. The visage of the sun
stared at him and Kelloran was swept into a trio of visions.
Thomas was
first. The beloved son of the Candleman. He looked younger. Proud
features stood above a tall body, not of an alchemist but of a knight. Sir
Thomas. The warrior stood on a path of shields for he was a defender
prepared to hold safe his town, his home and his friends. His knighthood
defined him. It shaped his every waking moment. Yet as Kelloran watched,
the trail of shields unraveled beneath the swordsman’s feet. A black spirit
stood before him and Thomas tumbled into the writhing ebon cloak. When he
emerged out the other side he was changed. Gone was his shield and mail.
His title lost in the passage through the dark spirit. Unsteady and without
purpose Thomas stood. Yet at his side remained one last aspect of his
former life. A long sword emblazoned with a golden candle hung from his
belt still. He drew that blade and drew a new path in the earth before
him. Formulas and reagents wreathed the figure. Still baring the sword
which glowed of candlelight, Thomas stood in FallenStar once more. No
longer the knight that he had been but defender still.
Chells was
next. His was not a vision of what had been but of horrors that seek to
become reality. Since he first heard the voices of the dead, the youth felt
a kinship to them that surpassed his ties to all but a handful among the
living. He too had the sense of a defender about him but more faintly than
that of Thomas. His calling was not to be simply the bastion behind which
his charges were shielded. He was their caretaker, their connection to the
physical world. He soothed their pains, answered the questioned they could
not seek out themselves. He fought their battles and sacrificed himself for
their needs. For him their existence was everything, over-shadowing every
choice he made. Yet before the templar stood two dark mirrors. In one
Chells stands beside a woman whose dark features are both compelling and
terrible at once. She sings and at her side Chells carries that song to his
beloved dead. The music wraps itself about their spectral bodies, invading
their senses of self, stealing their will. Her magic, passed through
Chells’ voice, call the spirits from the ShadowLands to her and binds them
forever. All that Chells has done to nurture the dead is undone as his gift
turns them into slaves. The other mirror shows the gravetender warped in
body as well as mind. He rides a steed made of bone and rotting flesh.
Behind him marches a horde of undead. His grey skin marks him as one of
their kind, a lich. He leads his host through the graveyards of the land
and spurs the shambling minions to feast on the spirits he once protected.
These dooms await the believer if he fails to avoid their pursuit of him.
Be it tool or abomination, all that Chells has been could be undone by the
twin darknesses that seeks him.
Lastly is
Stone. In him runs the same devotion but not for the dead. For him it is
the world itself. The trees and beast are his charges. The earth he wards
from disease and ruin. The sickness of the Blight and malicious devastation
at the hands of the goblins wound him. His ties to life are as deep as
Kelloran’s own and yet he would willing sacrifice himself to save even a
small track of the green vibrant world he loves. He also has a doom lurking
behind him. The vision shows Stone standing on a hillside, speaking a
single word. Even as that utterance leaves his lips a mighty conflagration
hurls from the sky. Flames rush across the land, incinerating plant and
beast. It annihilates FallenStar in moments. The great green fields and
deep forests are charred instantly into black devastation. Only ash and
scorched rock remain of the beautiful world he had cherished. He can feel
this disaster looming behind him and even more terrifying is that he knows
not the word that will cause it to be. He knows too that just seeking the
questions that will show him the path to safety he could very well evoke the
holocaust he desperately longs to avoid. His love for the life of the world
may someday force him to forswear his love for his own life to be sure that
he does not bring about the cataclysm that haunts him.
Allahn has
many names but Kelloran knew in that moment he stood before the God of
Truth. His friends all have born the weight of doom. It was his turn to
let it crush him or to conquer it and be made again into something more than
he was.
Even as the
visions fade exhaustion swamped the healer and bore him away into dreams of
his destiny and his choices.
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He awoke to a
pair of blue eyes staring at him. Chells’ color was better but he still
looked far from well.
“How you
feeling Chells?” he asked.
“Gods I am
coming to hate this thing.”
“Huh?”
“This bag of
flesh. It hurts constantly. It needs so much bloody work to keep
functioning. If I could figure out how to get past green I might just scrap
the damn thing. I’m getting closer but not there yet.”
“Well for now
lets assume you would best off not letting the decision be taken out of your
hands. If you don’t start putting some bloody work into keep yourself
functioning you are not going to have a body to come back to soon.”
“Sorry Kell.
Thanks for saving me. Gratitude would have been a much better first
response than bitching.”
“Don’t worry
about it. Where’s Stone?”
“No idea. I
woke up pretty much the same moment you did.”
“I take it
you two are awake.” exclaimed a voice from outside the burrow.”
“It’s the end
of the world…” croaked Chells. When Kelloran looked at him quizzically the
believer grinned. “Stone, the first one awake. It has got to be one of the
signs of the Apocalypse.”
“Very funny.
Move aside guys I’m coming back in.” The branches parted and let in both a
gust of frigid air and the druid. “Well you being conscious is a good
thing. The bad new is the temperature dropped heavily last night.
Yesterday was a picnic compared to traveling today.”
“Where were
you guys headed?”
“The Nihilist
Grove. I wanted to try and track down a few hypotheses from there.”
“Good idea.
It’s not like were are about to get any help from usual sources anytime
soon.”
“What do you
mean by that.”
“You guys
found any runes in the last few weeks?”
“No.”
“Me either.”
“Well you’re
not likely going to.” Chells continued. “This time of year one God has some
serious mojo and he is the jealous type.”
“Ymir?”
“Yup. He is
blocking the usually helpful Gods from laying runes. I stumbled across the
Well of Visions and that is what it showed me. I figured I’d go to
Melcynda’s Peace and try there. It being Her holy ground and all. I
thought She could trump Him there. I got a little way up the hill when it
dawned on me Jack’s holy ground was right here. So I turned back. I think
I had been slowing down for a while by that point but I when I noticed
everything kept flickering I started to realize what was happening to me.
Birds, a couple foxes and such would blink in and out until it occurred to
me that they were moving normally. I was the one who time was inching along
for.”
“Well we’re
not going anywhere just yet. Maybe in a few hours the sun will have warmed
things up enough for us to get you out of here.” Stone explained. “Looks
like we have two choices now. The Nihilist Grove or trying to contacting
Ymir. The Grove will not take all of us but I’ve got a hunch that the more
of us we have when beseeching the Winter God the better our odds are of
having him capitulate. What do you guys think?”
The three
turned over the two choices for a quite a while as they ate and prepared to
leave their haven.
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