Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Chapter 3: Lots of Tiny, Red Friends

Chapter 3

When I woke, there was a little bit of light streaming through the cracks in the ceiling. It was a safe assumption the tower above no longer was there. The stairway had rubble blocking the way out.
I sat up and looked around. Everyone seemed to be shivering. As I thought about it, it was rather cold, but not unbearably cold as the others were making it seem.
“Where are we?” Cortanna asked through chattering teeth.
“I’m pretty sure we’re in the Northern Waste-” Sanji began to say.
“No, don’t go over there! Just leave the penguins alone,” Cortanna demanded. Well all looked at her wondering what she was doing.
“Well if there’s Penguins, we definitely are in the Northern Waste then,” Sanji said to me and Kedra. Sanji then walks over to one of the walls and opens a door I hadn’t noticed. He walks outside into this white stuff that looked to be everywhere. I peered out after him. He looked at the top of the tower. It is here I realized he had but his shirt and vest back on.
“Yeah, it’s completely collapsed. But the bed’s up there. Gonna go get the bedding so the girls can cover up so they won’t freeze,” Sanji told me. He then disappeared. I wanted to go with him, but the door was much too small. As I sat back, suddenly I’m swarmed by little red creatures. They cling to my exposed skin. I look at one that’s about the size of my thumb. It had little horns, red skin and a pointed tail. They looked vaguely like me. They were very cute to me.
I felt a sharp pain in my arm and looked to see a sore in the spot the creature last night had stabbed me. It was red and oozing pus. The little red creatures were clinging near it which made it hurt.
“Hey little guys, if you’re cold, you need to be gentle around this spot. It hurts a lot,” I explained to them. The creatures looked at me and gave a wide berth. I worried about the sore. I tried lifting the scythe with my wounded arm and it hurt way too much. That made me concerned. What was to happen to my arm if I didn’t get it treated?
Sanji came back in with the bedding. Cortanna and Kedra wrapped themselves in and seemed to be happier with the added warmth.
“So what do we do now?” I asked.
“Well, we’re right outside the Ice Tyrant city... so if we go in there, we’re probably gonna die. If we walk toward the penguins I saw, we could survive, but after that is just barren waste land of snow and ultimate death too. Or we can head in the other direction away from the penguins and Ice Tyrant, but that’s likely to kill us too,” Sanji said. Talk about how delightful those options were.
“Surely there are other towns and villages near by,” Cortanna said.
“There are. The trick is finding them,” Sanji answered.
“Then lets try and find one,” I said. Everyone seemed to reluctantly agree. Sanji turned me into a creature that could dig very well. I got myself out and soon was turned back into my normal self. The red creatures had for a moment left me when I had transformed. Now they clung to my skin with earnest once more.
“Why are those imps clinging to you Penelope?” Cortanna asked.
“I suspect they’re cold,” I responded.
“Oh yeah, they were in the bedding and I told them to go find something else to cling to. You probably shouldn’t keep them Penelope,” Sanji added.
“Why not? They’re kinda cute.” There was an obvious shudder from the group.
“First off, they’re evil. Secondly, they’re licking your wound,” Sanji pointed out. Sure enough I look over and I spot one of the imps licking my wound. Granted, it didn’t hurt any,but it was kind of gross. However, what if them licking it was cleaning it? I decided to test if Sanji was right about them being evil.
I picked up one of the imps and tried placing it on Sanji. A force field about an inch thick prevented the imp from touching Sanji. A felt the hairs on my neck rise. Were they evil!? But what have they done that would make them evil? As much as I wanted to bid them to the cold element of the Northern Waste, I did have a couple dozen of these imp creatures clinging to me... would they harm me or my party if I suddenly casted them out? What if they were like me and just misunderstood by folk because they hadn’t taken the time to get to know them?
“Um... I see what your spell thingy did, but... I’m going to let them stick around. No sense being mean to them since they haven’t done anything to us that would suggest they’re evil,” I defended. The others looked ready to protest, but I suppose my logic helped them understand why we should give them a chance.
Sanji then took off in a direction and we followed. I had fun picking the snow up and holding it in my hands. It was such a curious thing. Never had I heard of it. How was it something so soft and moldable was so cold? It was interesting how it melted on my tongue. All it was was just cold water. I really wanted to lay down in it, but alas, I kept moving on after Sanji.
As the sun got high in the sky, a village came into view. It was a pleasant contrast to the whiteness everywhere. I could see folk walking out of the town. I suppose they don’t see many folk traveling between the towns.
“Imps, don’t you give yourself away,” I whispered. I figured if the group was repulsed by them, that maybe this town would be too, and I didn’t want to hinder my friends from a warm place to sleep tonight. I could feel the little creature flatten themselves on me. It almost looked as though I was wearing some kind of leather shrug. I could feel them still shift over to my wound to lick at it.
“Leave that wound alone! You need to be still or I’ll leave you all right here in the snow!” I demanded. The imp at my wound went back to the others and they all became very still.
“Hello there,” a voice called out as we got closer.
“Hi!” I responded, waving my free hand above my head. A look of shock appeared on their faces.
“Wow, what are you?” one of the men asked as they eyed me. I felt sheepish suddenly. I was the only one not wearing warm clothes, though the imps seemed to make it appear I was wearing a red shrug. And I was tall on top of it all.
“She’s a fey creature,” Sanji announced. I looked confused at him as well as the townsfolk.
“What’s a fey creature?” the man asked.
“Nothing to be afraid of. Anyways, we’ve been abandoned in the tundra and were wondering if we could work for a place to stay and some food to eat?”
The folk conversed a little bit. He said they did have a few odd jobs we could help with. I volunteered to break the ice. If only I knew my strength better than I did. It was hard to gauge too with my hurt arm. My good arm to lift the scythe just fine, but without the added strength of my right arm, I kept hitting the spike too hard. I feared I would sink the village if I continued my efforts seeing cracks forming in directions they weren’t meant to go.
The man, Humphrey, mentioned that the roads needed to be cleared. They had a log, which he spoke with greatest envy, that they put a chain on. THey drag it through the streets to clear the recent snowfall.I figured that would suite me better. Humphrey tried to offer help, but the log was nothing to me. With the scythe in my left hand, I braced the chain in my left elbow and held firm with my right hand the excess chain.
It’s suffice to say I managed to clear the roads with minimal damage to the buildings lining the road. If my arm wasn’t weak and the chain was on either end of the log, I know I would have been able to have cleared those roads flawlessly. Alas, I cringed every time I slipped and heard the scraping of log against ice.
Once i was done, Humphrey tried to give me an encouraging tap on the shoulders. I heard him say ‘ow!’ to which I assumed he pricked his finger on the horn of one of my imps. Humphrey didn’t seem to notice the imps, but when he held his finger out and I could clearly see a bite mark.
“I’m sorry, my coat is oddly prickly...” I lied, “I should have mentioned that... I’m sorry,” I repeated. Humphrey brushed it off, though it seemed he was clearly hurting from the bite. He asked for me to just stay put and he’d be sure to get accommodations made for me and my friends.
I did as I was told. I sat down right where he asked me to stay. The irritation toward the imps grew a little. Why was it one of them would bite the guy!? Maybe they were trying to protect me? Just then, Sanji showed up.
“You look upset,” Sanji pointed out. I rolled my eyes.
“Humphrey patted my shoulder and got bit,” I mentioned.
“I told you those things are evil,” Sanji stated. I slumped down. Did one little bite make a creature evil? Was that just a taste of what they will do? What if they decide to turn on me?
As I thought about the possibilities, one of the imps flew in front of my face. It’s face was sad and it gestured at it’s tummy and it’s mouth. A light bulb went off in my head. They didn’t hurt Humphrey maliciously, they’re just hungry! Great... how was I to feed 2 dozen imps?
“I’m sorry little guy,” I whispered, “I don’t have anything to eat either.” The imp flew over to my right arm and pointed to the wound. It wasn’t hurting any more than what I was already experiencing, so I figured them feeding off of it was cleaning the wound and therefore helping it heal.
“I guess they’re just hungry Sanji,” I told him, “I’m going to walk outside of town a distance and wait ‘til dinner is prepared. I won’t travel beyond sight of the town.”
“Suppose I’ll go check on the others while you do that,” Sanji said, “But remember, they may be hungry, but I doubt the bite was by accident,” Sanji persisted. I nodded and made my way out of the village. Once a good distance away I let the imps feed on me.
“Okay you little imps,” I began, “Don’t you go biting anyone else. That’s not a nice thing to do. Humphrey was giving me a little pat on the shoulders. I know you’re hungry, but that’s no excuse for hurting people who haven’t harmed you.” I don’t know if any of it was getting to them. They seemed sorry with their big eyes looking at me, at least the ones I could see.
Eventually it was time to go eat with the town. I told the imps to be still and reminded them to not bite anyone. The townsfolk had some kind of hairy cow that they killed. For whatever reason, they don’t cook their meat. I must say though, raw meat tasted great! I don’t know why my parents didn’t feed me raw meat before! I even saved some for the imps to help with their hunger.
Humphrey never showed up for dinner. Sanji said he had gone to get it checked out after he saw it. I sure hope Humphrey will be alright.

The townsfolk put us into an igloo, a house made of ice. Cortanna had received a nice set of winter clothes. I still didn’t understand why they needed extra clothes. It wasn’t that bad. After giving the imps some of the meat I saved, I hunkered down for the night. The imps made space so I didn’t squish them. Sanji used this rope trick of his to make a room so Cortanna wouldn’t have to sleep on the cold floor. It is here that Sanji leaves the igloo suddenly after getting Cortanna secured. I wonder what he was in such a hurry to get to?

Monday, February 24, 2014

Day 172: Wasn't I Suppose to Not Care?

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Coqoj 3rd,4288: 172 Days in the Mortal Realm


The ride had been rather uneventful until today. From the sound of things, we were roughly 3 days away from Plumage. As the days droned on, I couldn’t help but reflect on how old Gemmel was. If he was older than me, then surely he had heard of Araja... It would be interesting to get his opinion of her.
“Gemmel. Have. You. Heard. Of. Araja?” I asked. Gemmel pondered for a moment.
“Who’s he?”
“She’s-,” I began.
“Oh, she’s a girl,” Gemmel corrected himself.
“Some.one. Of. The. Past,” I finished.
“Well, Serrin, I know a lot of people from the past. Can you narrow it down for me?”
“Gen.eral. Hu.man.”
“Like I’ve said, I haven’t had much dealing with the Kingdoms of Man in a long time,” Gemmel began.
“She. Was. A. Gen.eral,” I began. Seeing Gemmel eye me out of the corner of his eye made me feeling squeamish, so I added, “So. I’ve. Heard.”
“Oh they’re giving women swords now?” Gemmel said, sounding somewhat surprised. I looked at him quizzically. Where had he been for the past couple centuries? “It always made sense to me for women to fight by the sword since one can die by it. Well good for her. Did she win?”
My stomach dropped.
“No,” I said, feeling forlorn to admit my failure.
“That’s too bad.”
“She. Was.n’t. Killed,” I explained thinking Gemmel must have thought Araja’s loss being her death
“Oh, they took her and tortured her,” Gemmel added. I looked up at him. Why did he assume that? Someone losing a battle didn’t mean they were dead or tortured necessarily... but I wasn’t going to call him out on that. I wasn’t suppose to be Araja to him. I was just trying to find out what he knew of her.
“Per.haps.”
“I’ve never cared much for torture myself. I figured if you’re going to be mean to someone you might as well just kill them. Get done with it. Not that I would kill someone just because. I’m not like that. I’m just out here to do my business. Live and let live,” Gemmel explained, clearly emphasising his character wasn’t a murderous type.
We traveled further on. Another thought came to mind as I considered his old age. Surely he must know of others. Others from his distant past. I’m one those unusually old folk, he’s been around for centuries like me, there must be others like us and perhaps he knew of them.
“Gemmel. Do. You. Know. Of. Other’s. From. Your. Past?”
“The Gnomes I talked to yesterday,” Gemmel responded quickly. My head realed a moment as I thought about the Gnomes being unusually old. For a moment I wondered if they were cursed like the folk of France? Before I could respond, I saw a twinkle in Gemmel’s eye and knew he was being facetious. “I’m sorry. I’m just teasing you. Now what part of my past are you referring to?”
“14. Hund.red. Years. A.go.”
“I haven’t counted years or days for a long time. They all kind of run together.”
“You. Sound. Like. A. Deity.”
“I’ve never assumed to be such a thing. Never been a worshipper myself.”
“I. Was. Once.”
“That’s fine you know. I just never thought fit for it.”
It became quiet once more between us, my question being forgotten. Many hours passed, late evening began to set in. Gemmel then began to cluck to his horse. He seemed intent on something. I looked around, seeing nothing.
“It’s unusually quiet,” Gemmel whispered. He was right, the natural sounds of the forest weren’t happening. Chills ran through me as I recalled the moments before waking up in the cave. It was silent like this.
“It. Was. Qui.et. Like. This. Be.fore. I. Was. Poi.soned,” I told Gemmel.
“No,” Gemmel responded, “This is different...” he flicked the reins and commanded his horse to go. We galloped a short distance when folk on horses appeared in front of us.
“Stop!” we were commanded. Gemmel reined his horse to a stop. It was clear this was a robbery of some type with the folk having their face partly covered. They were a mix of Gnomes and Elves.
Gemmel leaned a little toward me and said, “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of this.” He then hopped off the wagon and went to stand in front of his horse.
“What do you all want?” Gemmel asked.
“You’re headed to the ‘big to do’ in the Elven Kingdom aren’t you?” an Elf asked.
“I am.”
“Give us your wears,” the Elf demanded. There was roughly 10 of those folk blocking our path, polearms and bows in hand. I was curious what Gemmel would do.
“Nope,” Gemmel said without hesitation. The gang of robbers all seemed surprised to have been told ‘No’.
“Fine, we’ll make you,” the Elf spat like some adolescent child. Gemmel snorted.
“Now, think about it like this boys,” Gemmel stated, “I am banned from that country. Granted they let me come in for Carnival as long as I have my papers,” he said pointing to a paper on the wagon I hadn’t noticed before. It states his special permission to enter the country, DO NOT KILL clearly visible, “but they know better to keep a close eye on me.” A chill ran through me.
“Why are you banned?” another Elf called out.
“That’s between me and the country. Now, do you really think it wise to bother me and more?”
The bandits clearly seemed nervous now about Gemmel. They began to back away slowly.
“That’s right. Let us on through and get whoever’s behind me.” Gemmel then hopped back up next to me and snapped the reins to get his horse going. The bandits moved out of the way quickly, all looking confused about what just happened. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the unfortunate folk coming behind us... was Gemmel bluffing about his strength and power to them? If he wasn’t, why not have dealt with the bandits to prevent them from continuing their evil schemes?
“Sorry about that,” Gemmel said to me after a few minutes. I figured it wasn’t that easy of a choice for him either and with that I felt somewhat better. Can’t save everyone...
“May. The. Next. Group. Fare. Them. Well,” I responded. I then noticed Gemmel had tied the reins around the side bored.
“I’ll be right back,” he said before carefully maneuvering into his wagon. I could hear him rummaging for something. He must have found what he was looking for, for I then heard him say something. Then there was a flash of light. A moment later another flash of light appeared and a popping sound. After that Gemmel returned to the wagon seat, taking the reins back.
“Sorry about that.”
“Pro.blem. Solved?”
“Hmm? What?” Gemmel said nonchalant like giving me a quick glance out of the corner of his eye.
“Right...” I responded snickering at him. Actually I had to wonder if any facial cues could be seen from me in this lizard shape. It was hard enough talking, was I smiling when I thought I was? Hard to say without a mirror.
Another time of quiet passed when Gemmel asked me a question.
“So, what were you doing before you got turned into a lizard?”
Thoughts of Raæin filled my mind. I missed him... I hated that.
“Heal.ling. Folk.”
“Were they sick?”
“So. Sick. They. Were. Blind. And. Dy.ing.”
“Hmm, sounds like they were sick with Blindness.”
“Bet.ter. Than. It. Be.ing. The. Boq.or,” I responded. Blindness still wasn’t good, but it wasn’t as deadly a the Boqor. “My.... Friend. Was. Do.ing. A. Lot. Of. The. Heal.ling. The. Day. I. Got. Poi.soned... I. Was. Sent. To. Find. A. Crea.ture-”
“That’s right, I remember you telling me about that. My memory can be kind of fuzzy. Comes with age you know,” Gemmel said, “Goodness, to be young again. Full of energy once more. I think they call it spry. Go out and be adventurous again. But time slows you down. Makes you old, makes you tired,” Gemmel rambled on. As I listened to him list the things age could do to a person, I felt age has left me weak. How was it I lost most of my powers from so long ago? So I added, “Makes. You. Weak.”
Gemmel glanced down at me. “I suppose, but it makes you strong in other ways. Strong in patience. At least it makes the wise man patient. I find that it’s impatiences that gets you killed. Take myself, I’m about as patient as they come. That’s why I’ve lived so long.”
“That’s. What. I’m. Try.ing. To. Learn... Pa.tience,” I droned, “I. Think. I. Learned. Some. ‘Spe.cial.ly. In. The. Past. Few. Months.” I rested my head on my arms.
“You know, I think it’s time we pull over and rest for the night. Horse needs to rest,” Gemmel announced. He pulled the horse over to the side of the road. He then hopped off and began to tend to the horse.
“Hungry?” Gemmel called to me. He had been so good about that. Making sure I was fed. I remember trying to eat normal people food, but the transformation has made it undesirable to me. Meal worms and raw fish were much more preferable.
I nodded to him. After getting his horse taken care of he gave me some meal worms to enjoy.
“Knock yourself out,” Gemmel said.
“I’ll. Try. Not. To.” I responded. As I ate, Gemmel made a fire. As he sat in the fire light, he looked much older in it’s glow. I couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratitude sweep through me. Charity was difficult for me to accept. I had always been capable of caring for myself or working for what I needed. Somehow I would repay Gemmel.
“Gem.mel?”
“Yes?”
“Once- Er. If. I’m. Re.stored... Your. Kind.ness... How. Might. I. Re.pay. You?”
Gemmel looked at me appraisingly.
“Oh, don’t you be worrying about that,” he said.
“Why?”
“Well, I figure,” Gemmel began, picking at his teeth as though he had eaten. I don’t recall seeing him eat. Don’t know why that stood out to me... “As I look at it, you’re a pretty fine, upstanding person out there helping people who couldn’t help themselves,” that stung. Fine and upstanding? I could feel my skin crawl knowing I was untrusting of him at first to disclose my true name. I dropped my head to which Gemmel continued.
“No fault of your own getting into this situation with the poison and turning into a lizard,” Gemmel said, misinterpreting my posture, “Granted it’s not fair, but why is it everybody has to put a price on this stuff? Why can’t people do a nice thing. Sure I have a business to make money to provide for myself, but what is the cost to me for helping you? A potion a day is nothing to me.”
“Gem.mel,” I blurted as best I could. I don’t know why I felt so awful about not having disclosed my name with Gemmel, but I did. I needed to come clean. It wasn’t the most awful thing I had done, granted, but still. Why should Gemmel treat me so well when I couldn’t trust him with my name?
“Yes?”
“I. Want. To. A.pol.o.gize. For. Ly.ing. To. You.” Gemmel gave me a stern look. I looked away before continuing, “My. Real. Name-”
“Is Araja. I know,” Gemmel’s warm voice answered. I looked back at him.  He had a smile on his face.
“How’d. You. Know?” I half asked. I figured I was being a bit obvious when asking about Araja, but there was a part of me mildly curious.
“When you’re as old as I am, one of the things you get mighty good at is seeing the truth. Like how I knew you weren’t some ordinary lizard, Araja.”
“So. Why. Did.n’t. You. Call. Me. Out. On. It?”
“Everyone has their reasons to keep secrets. You don’t know everything about me, who I am, what I am, my dealings with Man and the Elves. Why should I pry into your personal business if I wasn’t going to be forthcoming with mine?” Gemmel explained. It was comforting to know he held no malice toward me considering how distrusting i was at first. It was especially comforting to know he wasn’t out to get me.
“Well, it’s late. There’s an owlbear stalking us over there. I’m gonna go take care of it. You best get your rest,” Gemmel told me. I nodded and Gemmel disappeared into the night. The warmth of the fire was very pleasant as I waited.
Soon Gemmel returned unscathed. Next Entry

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Chapter 2: Well, Things Are Dead. And That's Good Right?

Chapter 2


Sanji and I continued to wait when suddenly the silence was interrupted by a flying horse.
“Your people need you!” He said to us. For a moment I was in ‘aw’ that the flying horse could talk, but I was confused at what he said.
“My people exiled me. They hate me,” I said at the same time Sanji had responded, “Yes. I know they need me.” We looked at each other puzzled by this flying horse’s demand. The horse took off and I continued to lounge about. About five minutes later I spotted the flying horse once more with Cortanna, Melinda, and Kedra in tow. Something was wrong.
“We need to go!” Cortanna informed us.
“What happened?” Sanji asked.
“He killed me? He killed me!” Melinda kept muttering over and over.
“What’s with her?” I pitched in.
“Almost got killed by this guy named Szen. He’s working for Erythnul and that whole town..... ugh! I’m just so angry and there’s nothing we can do!” Cortanna exclaimed. She clearly was frazzled and this guy really had upset her.
“Whoa, you said he almost killed you? How?” Sanji interrogated.
“Well, first he dusted this one guy. Then right when he was about to do the same to me, Cutie Pie here rushed in to save me and the other Melinda got dusted,” she explained.
“There was two Melinda’s?” I asked.
“Not now Penelope,” Cortanna clipped out, “We need to go back to the land of man and continue on finding out stuff that has to deal with a quest I’m on. Is there a town on the coast we could catch a ship on?”
“Oh yeah! Toast is a great shipping town,” I answered.
“Hang on. Don’t you think we should save the town? If the guy’s already killed two people, there’s a chance we can take him out since those are big spells. We may have the edge!” Sanji encouraged.
“And if we do, I want to kill Szen,” Melinda piped in. I couldn’t help but feel eager to put an end to an evil person. Cortanna however seemed indecisive.
“Luggage,” Cortanna called out. Luggage appeared next to her, “I need full plate armor.” Luggage coughed up a handful of armor. I would put some on, but they looked too small.
“Does he carry any weapons?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. A lot,” Cortanna said. I walked a ways from the group. We were on a mountain side, the valley extending another 500 yards down.
“Luggage,” I whispered. He quickly came to my side. Then pointing down the mountain side with my scythe I said, “could you put out all the weapons you have?” When Cortanna said there was a lot, I figured having luggage move a distance from the group was a good idea as well as having him spit them out down hill so no one would get hurt. It turned out to have been the best decision I could have made for what I assumed would have been a couple dozen weapons turned out to be hundreds! I don’t know how many survived after the bombs went off... but there was a weapon of every type. Swords, clubs, ballistas, battering rams, a battle ship, flying bladed rings, and so much more!
After all the explosions had ended and the luggage had purged the last item, I couldn’t help but feel excited! I couldn’t believe how much luggage could hold. There was probably no limit to him! When I turned to look at the others, they were less than impressed. Rather, they looked dismayed at what laid on the valley floor now.
“Penelope!” Cortanna managed to get out, “Why would you do that!? You could have killed us!”
“What makes you think she wasn’t trying?” Kedra added.
“That’s why I did it over here. I wanted to see what weapons we had to work with.”
“Clearly enough to support an army,” Sanji said.
“I kinda wish I had luggage do this to the town. Szen couldn’t have survived all those explosions I bet,” I mused.
“Nor all the townsfolk,” Cortanna said dryly.
“Oh.”
“Common, lets get going before Szen tries to run away. We’ve wasted enough time,” Cortanna encouraged. I asked luggage to hold the weapons. He seemed greatly displeased that he had to gather up everything he just spat out, seeing none of us had taken any weapons to use. His velvety tongue extended out, unfolding into a gigantic piece of cloth that slipped under the heap of weapons. His tongue then pulled every weapon back down into the depths of his box. I haven’t a clue how he does that, but it’s magnificent!
We marched back to the Rehm settlement, Cortanna, Melinda, and Kedra leading the way. Sanji continued to be flirty with me, which was cute, but I made it clear to him as we walked that we were just friends. If I was to be traveling with him for long, best to nip whatever ideas he might have in the butt. I think he took it well.
When we arrive, through the tree, we could see the town was on fire! Interestingly enough, guards were standing on the wall, seeming to guard the blazing inferno. The other women seemed concerned by it, assuming Szen had destroyed the town and these guards were his goons, left to destroy us if we came back.
“I find it hard to believe they wouldn’t be putting the fire out,” I said, “I think we should ask them that. It would distract them from our real reason for being here wouldn’t it?”
“You go right on ahead and do that Penelope,” Cortanna said. So I did. But before I went out to ask the guards, Sanji made us all bigger. He then followed me out of the trees.
“Do you need help putting out the fire?” I called out. The guards all jerk in my direction then do a double take. Sanji’s spell certainly made me even more of a presence.
“Uh, no. We’re fine. We’re good here. Just leave,” a guard answered.
“Seriously, your town’s on fire!” I persisted.
“Yep, it’s a loss. We’re just making sure it doesn’t spread.”
“We’re also keeping an eye open for arsons. You’re not an arson are you?” another guard called out.
“Pfft, no. I can’t cast magic,” I said. Goodness the thought of me being able to create fire was humoring. The guards gave me a quizzical look. Even Sanji seemed to look at me funny for a moment.
“You don’t... need magic to create...” I guard began to say but stopped, “clearly you’re an idiot.” Well that wasn’t very nice to say. “This fire was started by our town idiot-” I didn’t need to hear any more. I figured if I was to be insulted, I’d throw an insult at their leader.
“Oh Szen?” I asked. The guards seemed confused that I would know that name. They then tried brushing it off that Szen wasn’t in that town. I asked if this was Rehm to which they replied it wasn’t. They then pointed me in the direction Rehm’s to be. Sanji and I both felt they were being honest.
“Hey Cortanna,” I called out, “Rehm’s this way,” I pointed in the direction the guards showed.
“Hang on Penelope,” Sanji said, “Lets go back to her real quick.”
Upon going back into the trees to where Cortanna, Kedra, and Melinda were waiting, Cortanna informed us that the fire was an illusion. I thought they looked pretty real, but once Cortanna lead us around the town, sure enough the flames disappeared. Just beyond the wall of the makeshift settlement, no fire could be seen. However there were a few guards on the back wall.
“That wall should be easy enough to get over,” I said. With that Sanji and I both went out to talk to the guards again.
“Stop!” a guard demanded.
“It’s okay, we’re just here for Szen,” I informed them.
“Then you can go through the front entrance,” the guard instructed, pointing back the way we came.
“Can’t. The front entrance is on fire,” I responded. The guards looked. Sanji continued to walk toward them.
“I said stop! Come any closer and I’ll shoot,” the guard warned.
“We need to talk to Szen,” Sanji said simply. By now Cortanna, Kedra, and Melinda had joined us. Sanji took a few more steps toward the wall to which the guard shot an arrow at him. Before I could say anything, Cortanna and the other guard had fired off an arrow each. I then lifted my scythe, figuring I’d bring the blade down on the wall between the two guards to intimidate them to be nice.
“Hey!” I said, bring my scythe down on the wall. I’m not sure if I swung too hard or if the walls weren’t properly built, but my ‘Hey’ was accentuated by a 10’ wide section of wall crumbling under the blow of my scythe. The one guard fell down and seemed to be okay, though clearly shaken.
“Please, don’t hurt us!” the one on the wall cowardly cried out.
“Where’s Szen?” Cortanna demanded.
“He’s in the town hall. He gathered everyone there to instruct them,” the guard on the ground answered, I looked off toward the large building in town.
“I see it!” I announced and carefully stepped over the wall to avoid possibly stepping on the fallen guard. I had a great idea. I may be too big to go into the building, but surely I could knock the building onto it’s side and just pick Szen up. I suppose if I had thought about that plan more, I would have realized the likelihood of the building just tipping onto it’s side nicely wasn’t very good and I didn’t know what Szen looked like.
However it was too late for any of those thoughts. I was excited! I was going to take out a bad guy. A Follower of Erythnul! My parents would be so proud to hear about the evil I was about to slay!
I approached the building. I gave a push with my one hand but the building didn’t budge. So I took a step back before stepping forward and leaning into the building with my shoulder. I could hear the building groan under my force, as though the floor of the building wasn’t willing to part with the walls. Then a great ccccrrrraaaaccckkkk! followed by the sound of crumbling clay and screams rang in the air for a few seconds before leaving the town eerily silent again. No movement, no sound could be seen or heard from the rubble that once wa  the town hall.
Szen was dead! That wasn’t so hard.
“Oh. My... Penelope!” The women shouted at me, interrupting my thoughts.
“What?” I asked.
“You killed the whole town!” Cortanna yelled. That’s when the gravity of what I had done began to sink in.
“But I killed Szen,” I justified. It was true. No one survived that, or so it seemed. Plus some good folk are bound to be killed by taking out the bad guy. I’ve heard that in plenty of the adventure stories. It made the tale sad, but knowing the evil guy was gone was better. No longer could the bad guy harm or corrupt people.
“We don’t know if he was truly in there.”
“Yes we do. The guard said he was in here with the rest of the village.”
“So you collapse the town hall knowing fully well that there were innocent townsfolk in there?”
“I meant to tip the building over,” I explained.
“Penelope! Come on! You can’t just do that!” Cortanna snapped, “You need to think through your actions because now there are innocent folk dead. Hundreds of them dead! And we don’t know if the guards were telling the truth! They could have lied to us saying Szen was there!”
I felt a few tears escape me. I didn’t mean to kill innocent people. And how awful would it be if Szen wasn’t really in there. I felt a bit embarrassed as I realized how silly my idea of tipping the building over really was. Despite being scolded, I didn’t feel too terrible by what happened. I was determined to believe this Szen guy was in the rubble. He had better be dead. He was dead.
We dug through the rubble some to see if we could locate Szen anywhere. Sanji found a necklace that looked odd. I could clearly see the symbol of Erythnul, but there was also the symbol of Heironious infused with it. Cortanna then takes a moment to explain how Heironious and Erythnul  are working together. I can’t understand how that could be. It made no sense. Why would Erythnul want to be good? Why would Heironious want to be bad? She went on to say it began in a town called Podunk. Araja had shown up. I marvelled that she got to adventure with Araja. How luck. Anyways, they find a boy in a cave and from there Araja discovered the mark of Heironious and Erythnul fused the way they were and now they are trying to stop them from destroying the God heads (because Heironious and Erythnul are trying to make all the Gods become one?)
My head hurts...
The women headed off to go see if others were alive elsewhere. Sanji continued to sift through the rubble. I noticed him pick up a bow and dry fire it, a waft of flames spewing from it. He seemed pleased with it and slung it around his shoulders.
“Are you... grave robbing?” I asked. Sanji looked at me confused.
“Noo...” he answered, sounding confused by the accusation.
“Well, why are you taking that bow?”
“It’s not going to be used any more by the person who had it.”
“So you’re grave robbing.”
“This isn’t a grave.”
“Might as well be,” I said glumly. Sanji stood still for a moment. It looked as though the idea of taking anything else from the dead was unpleasant now, at least while I was there to observe.
Many minutes went by. I felt myself shrink back to my usual 8’ 5” self. Cortanna returned and seemed distraught. We followed her back to wherever she had come from. The building she lead us in looked like some kind of hospital. white beds lined the walls, bodies in most of them. Kedra placed a white sheet over a small body.
“I’m sorry... I thought she was stable...” she said. Cortanna bursted into tears. It was hard seeing this elf girl break down. She was fairly high strung, but from what she told of the quest she and Araja had been working on, I guess that would make anyone high strung. Still, I felt sad seeing her cry at the loss of Melinda. I don’t know what happened, but it was apparent some kind of struggle took place.
“I’ll go dig a grave for her,” I said, figuring that would be a respectful thing to do for Melinda.
As I dug the grave, I couldn’t help but reflect on how eventful this one day had been. There was a thrill in me that I actually experienced something that could thrill bards and folk in taverns. Oh I hope I will be able to find a tavern that will allow me in for a now had a story to tell! I could see it now. Part 1: The Cave of Doom! Obviously that cave was not meant for any ordinary person. Part 2: Revenge on Szen! With a tragic ending of a village and friend.but all for the greater good of course. Hopefully I could tell it as captivatingly as other adventurers and bards had. Suppose I’ll find out one day.
I went back in for Cortanna to tell her the grave was ready. We weren’t sure how to move her. It seemed incomplete to just place her body in the grave. So I asked luggage if he had a box we could place her in. He coughed up a coffin. Much to Cortanna’s protest, I placed Melinda into the coffin. She felt there was something about the coffin not right. I closed the lid and opened it again to show her that Melinda would still be there and nothing was wrong with it. I then carried the coffin out to the grave. I looked in the coffin once more and Melinda looked... oddly whiter and skinnier... I quickly closed the lid and figured not to say anything to Cortanna. What could she do once she was buried 6 feet deep?
After placing the coffin in the ground, the ground covered itself up, the coffin disappearing. I thought that was a useful feature. Saved me the time in filling the hole.
Cortanna by this time had joined me. Kedra and Sanji were on her heels too. Cortanna mentioned how she wanted to dig some graves for her other fallen comrades. I thought it honorable, though tedious. She set out digging while Kedra expressed her desire to leave the town. It was just a sad reminder now of all the loss she experienced. Knowing we were going to be camping, I figured it was time to ask luggage for anything useful that could help us camp.
“Luggage, do you have a tent?” Luggage remained silent, “Sleeping bag?” Silience, “Blanket?” Silence. Hmm, maybe something unlikely he’ll have, “A house?” Luggage pauses for a moment before coughing up a tower! Thank goodness he was smart enough to cough it up in the direction no one was standing. It was a mighty impressive tower. I couldn’t wait to explore it.
“Um, I would like to get some distance between us and the town before resting tonight,” Kedra said. Once more I asked Luggage to hold the item I had just asked for. I looked back to Cortanna who had barely begun a hole.
“How many graves are you making?” I asked.
“7.”
There was no way I was going to wait for 7 graves to be dug! Sanji felt the same way.
“Hey Luggage, can you dig 7 graves for Cortanna? 6 feet deep, 3 feet wide and 6 feet long?” Luggage unfolded his velvety tongue to which he began to dig deep into the earth, as though he was chiseling stone.
“Don’t eat the dirt though!” I added. That would be a waste of space, him eating all that dirt. Plus it might get things dirty in there. Luggage followed his orders to the T. After scooping his tongue in the exact measurements Sanji gave him, he then would catapult the dirt up and over him. The dirt landed many yards back to which a muffled ‘Ah!’ was heard. Luggage was also very fast. As I realized who was making the ‘Ah!’ noise, 2 more bricks of dirt crashed down on the guards we saw on the front entrance wall.
Finally the 7th clump of earth rained down on the few hands that twitched from the mound of earth that had collected from Luggage’s digging. And in this particular clump was the coffin with Melinda. Once it landed on the mound of earth, the coffin buried itself into the depths. No trace of it could be seen, though the mound of earth was very apparent.
“Well, I guess that sped thing up,” Cortanna said. She looked at each of the graves. After a few minutes of silence she then turned back to us, “I suppose I’m ready to go now.”
“Wait, you’re just going to leave these graves like this? Isn’t that a health hazard for the next person to come through this area? They could very well trip and die in one of these,” I protested. The group began to walk away, not seeming concerned about the 7 gaping holes in the ground.
As the sun began to set, I asked Luggage once more for the tower. I walk in first and can see it is a nicely made tower. The detailing were of rich wood and carpeted floors on the first level. I could see a stairwell going up and a set of stairs leading into a basement floor. I thought it odd that there’d be a basement since this clearly was a tower that had a bottom.
I lead the way up the stairs into a laboratory like place. There was a cute red creature dinking around. Once it saw me though it coward in fear behind a curtain. I couldn’t coax it out either. I could hear more people or creatures above and called out. Things then went silent. I Continued my search of the tower. I went into a kitchen only to see no one. I go up the final set of stair and find a plush bed room. A circular bed was in the middle. Many tiny beds were scattered about.
“The bed’s mine!” I declared. I was the biggest, so why not claim the only thing barely big enough for me to sleep on? I laid down on the bed and am surprised to hear a muffled cry. I jump off completely startled.
“I’m so sorry!” I said, completely embarassed for not having realized someone was there. The person who have out was unusual. He was scaley with hair and a tail. I suppose we had that in common. A tail that is.
The creature, after catching his breath from the scare, looked at me and panics. By this time everyone has caught up to me. The creature bales for the window as I try to dissuade him from jumping. Sanji casts levitate on him to which he is unable to move as he floats about. He then pulls a knife out of his belt and prepares to stab himself.
“No!” I said. I reach him quickly and grab his arm. I then attempt to carefully remove the knife from him only to jerk the knife too hard from his hand and break his wrist.
“Please, just kill me. Don’t torture me,” the creature begged.
“I will do no such thing. Now tell us, what’s your name?” I asked. The creature never did tell us his name. In fact he was very frustrating. I was the one being the nicest to him while my party members began to act very... harsh. Threatening him and what not to get answers.
As I mended his wrist, with the help of Kedra, he talks of the ice tyrant. Sanji seems very familiar with that person, or knows of them. The creature trained the penguins that the tyrant uses as an army. Sanji then asked if he knew the weakness to the tyrant. To the this the creature then attacks me with his tail! It latches onto my arm and stings a little. Everyone freaks out. The creature does remove his tail from my arm, but I’m told that his tail trick made the penguins explode if they got out of line.
I gripped the creature in my hand firmly, looking him square in the eyes.
“I have been very nice to you! When my party has wanted to kill you, I’ve been the one holding them back. I who mended your wrist! And you attack me!? Do you not think I’m more than capable of ripping you limb by limb until you’ve told us what we wanted to know? Now answer before I do get ugly!” I demanded. I was livid with the creature. I didn’t want to explode and he best start speaking faster else I was going to kill him for harming me so.
The creature assured me I wouldn’t explode. I was too big. But he did reluctantly tell us that the weakness to the ice tyrant was love in the form of a kiss. I figure if it’s a guy I wouldn’t have a problem doing that. But if it’s a girl, she’s all Sanji. Girls may be pretty, but they’re too sweet smelling. Something about guys is much more pleasant to want to be close to them and kiss.
Speaking of Sanji, apparently Gunther has a bad habit of breaking glass... or breaking thing ins general. Sanji had to keep chasing after him to prevent him from breaking more things. Gunther may be cute, but suddenly he was less cute after all the things he started to break.
Soon the creature began to dissolve. It was bizarre. Cortanna suspected it to be the fact he told us so much that he was dying.She had a mount that would get hurt every time she confessed information she wasn’t suppose to. Soon there was nothing left of the creature except three pools of slimy liquid; red, green, and purple. It was really gross...
Then the storm was back. The wind was so strong we feared the tower was going to collapse. So we headed down into the basement. Lightning lit up the windows and we could feel the ground shake as the thunder rattled through the tower. The basement was a sad sight. It looked like a dungeon. Manacles littered the wall with other chains and items used for... I don’t want to think about it.
One final lightning strike lit the stairwell before the thunder shook the tower so violently, I could believe it to be crumbling down around us. It then went dark and silent.