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Hekara, Part Two: Death In The Night

06 Aug 2006, 00:47

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“Please, sit.”

Her voice was soft, and yet it filled the tent in which she sat. Blake nodded, glancing around before sinking to his knees, balancing carefully on the embroidered cushions that filled the floor of the tent. Beside him, Tysa did the same with perfect grace and aplomb, as though she had been expecting the invitation from the moment she saw the tent.

Well, maybe she had.

Terrek took up a position by the door, and bowed to the woman sitting across from them. “Miss Sharron, these two have… ghost problems. I think we might be in a position to help them.” He couldn’t quite keep a sour look off his face, and the young woman quirked a slight smile as she considered the scene before her.

“I see. Intriguing, Terrek.” She turned her attention to Blake, clinical and reserved, but with the faintest hint of warmth. “Please, explain.”

He did, starting with the disappearances and working his way through the evidence that Tysa and he had found, leaving out only the exact methods by which they had gathered the information. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Terrek frowning thoughtfully, but Sharron merely nodded understandingly. When he had finished, she sat back thoughtfully, and then smiled again, her eyes almost shadows in the tent’s dim light. “Most interesting.” She stood, holding the small table that sat in front of her for support, and Terrek stepped forwards to take her arm. “Terrek, I think that we should see this inn.” Reaching down, she picked up a pair of amulets, handing one to Terrek. “We may not need these, but…”

“Better safe.” Terrek grunted, looking towards Blake. “What’s your angle in all this, Marcaeus? You never seemed the sort to go randomly looking for other peoples’ trouble – you made enough of your own.”

“I’m simply wounded.” Blake clasped one hand to his heart. “I’ll have you know, other peoples’ trouble is infinitely more interesting than my own.” He glanced sidelong at Tysa, who chuckled softly, and the two stood. “As a matter of fact, I am getting paid to solve this, but it’s really a pittance. Couldn’t stand to charge what I’m capable of earning, you know. Terrible frailty.” He winked at Sharron, who just watched him with the same faint smile from before. After a moment, he turned away. “Ah. Come, I’ll show you the way.”

As he walked towards the bar, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was amused by him – but not in the usual way. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something about her that confounded him. The aura of mystery that she was milking, most likely. Pushing it out of his mind, he led the way back to the inn, and Sharron followed, with Terrek escorting her protectively. By the light of the moon, she looked even more ghostly than before, and Blake couldn’t resist prying.

“Pardon me, madame, but are you feeling well?”

“Yes.” The word was soft, almost emotionless, and filled with echoes that Blake couldn’t trace. He glanced at Tysa with a raised eyebrow, only to be met by her own confusion. Curiousity warring with discretion, he tried again. “Ah. Sorry for asking. It’s just… ah…”

“I know.” If possible, this phrase had even less emotion, but the words that followed it, although terse, were packed with enough subtle quirks to warn Blake that he was straying into an emotional minefield. “I grew up in a Shadowland.” The phrasing did not encourage questions.

“Ah. Right. Hence the thaumaturgical focus, of course.” Blake filed the information away under ‘discuss later’, and pressed on. “Well, the inn is just over here. If I might ask, are you planning to attempt to contact the dead… here?”

Sharron laughed whispily, and Blake glanced back at her. “Not precisely, no. I simply wish to look for resonance. Signs of their presence. It should be sufficient.” She looked up at her bodyguard, who nodded once, and the two started forwards. Blake shrugged and followed, ambling towards the door.

Inside, it was warm and cheery, and Blake could almost forget his suspicions – aside from the bartender, a half-dozen servers, and a few patrons, the place was quiet, and the hum of soft conversation filled the room. The bartender strolled up, one hand reaching out to greet the newcomers. “Welcome to the –” He broke off abruptly, staring at Sharron. “You!”

Terrek’s eyes widened, and his arm whipped out, drawing his sword in a single, smooth motion. Suddenly, somehow, it was full of golden light, and Blake ducked backwards as Terrek slammed the sword through the bartender’s head. The bartender screamed, an impossible, wailing sound that resonated through Blake’s bones, and collapsed to the ground. Through his shock, Blake noted that his body was decomposing rapidly. Terrek grabbed Sharron and shoved the door open, shifting to carry her in his arms. “We’re leaving!”

“What in the hells?!” Blake and Tysa followed Terrek outside at a dead run, almost on instinct. Blake yelled forwards. “All of our investigations… you just killed a man! And what was that light?!”

“He was already dead.” Terrek’s voice was grim. “There was a ghost possessing his corpse.” He refrained from further comment.

“Oh.” Blake tested the thought, frowned. “Well, then, you destroyed it. Why are we running?”

Terrek skidded to a halt, setting down Sharron and drawing his sword again. Ahead of them, shapes were advancing out of the gloom. “Because we recognized him, and him us. And he is a minion of a greater enemy. And we’re too late.”

“You most certainly are.” Striding out of the shadows, the man who faced them might have been anyone on the street, if not for the unusual paleness of his face and the dark armour that he wore. Even in the dim night, Blake recognized soulsteel. “I am impressed – you stumbled into my little trap far sooner than I expected. I imagined I would have to kill the entire town before you noticed, Sharron.” His chuckle rumbled across the street, and the girl’s hands clenched into fists. Blake looked from her to the deathknight, increasingly incredulous.

“Still doing Halyx’s bidding? I thought you were supposed to be equals.” Her voice was biting, and the man’s face coloured. He snarled, drawing a great soulsteel sword from his belt.

“Pah! Little jumped-up bitch! You can hardly be expected to understand a proper hierarchy.” He turned his attention to Blake and Tysa. “As for you two, you served me well, if unwittingly. Now leave.”

“Uh, no?” Blake glanced backwards, noting that more creatures were approaching from behind. “I don’t recall ‘work for deathknight’ being on my job offers. Besides…” He grinned abruptly, and let his anima shine forth. The power of the noonday sun covered the area, and the approaching zombies paused in consternation. “This looks like my kind of job.”

The deathknight joined Terrek and Sharron in gaping.
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08 Aug 2006, 10:42

very good. Kudos for the what the hell moment at the end.
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08 Aug 2006, 15:06

Ditto what BR said...
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08 Aug 2006, 22:37

It's nice to see the Zenith pull the surprise twist ending.

Good story. Sorry I haven't commented on it sooner but I finally got time to read it. :)
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09 Aug 2006, 00:24

Glad folks like it. Blake may be my favourite Zenith ever.

(For the curious, my original plan when making this Circle was 'How not-standard can they get and still fit their castes'?)

Here's a game, actually, since it's still early - guess the Castes of Terrek, Sharron, Tysa, and Spider. ;)
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09 Aug 2006, 10:30

I think Spider is the dawn caste. She has that martial mindset that they tend to have, despite her apperent general use of assassin tactics.
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