City of Torment as-2

by Bruce R Cordell

  Behroun wrinkled his nose as the hound crunched on the tough flesh of a limp humanoid figure the size of a child. He said, "I don't think the Lord of Bats will appreciate your pet eating his servants."

  The eladrin noble glanced at him, spearing him with her disconcerting regard. "He has more than he needs. And he so loves making more. He merely requires suitable root stock*She held his gaze, as if leaving something unsaid.

  "I guess." Behroun was already out of his depth. The more he tried to assert his own independence, the more Malyanna proved he was nothing but a pawn. His fear of her was equaled only by his hate, impotent as it was. Had it been his idea or hers to free Neifion from his never-ending feast so the Lord of Bats could lead them to Japheth?

  Neither-it was a mutual decision, he told himself. The idea of releasing the archfey from Japheth's curse scared Behroun, but it was either that or destroy the pact stone.

  Malyanna was tired of waiting. And really, so was he.

  Malyanna told her hound, "Stay, Tamur." The beast continued to chew, not deigning to look up at its mistress.

  The eladrin noble made her way to the stairs. Behroun followed, happy to leave the sound of crunching bones behind.

  They ascended to the balcony. The door to the feasting chamber was open. Malyanna swept inside.

  Behroun rushed forward and saw the table. It was laid out with a smorgasbord of tempting repasts. But the chair at the table's head was empty.

  "Neifion!" called the eladrin, her voice loud as a blizzard's howl. "Come out and receive your visitors!"

  No answer.

  Malyanna stalked to Neifion's empty chair. She bent and looked beneath the golden cloth, then whirled to examine the chamber's periphery. The Lord of Bats was not napping in a corner or roosting on the ceiling.

  Behroun doubted Neifion was lying curled up inside the credenza along the wall.

  Then again… He walked over and threw open the low cabinet doors. Silver dishware nestled within in tidy stacks. Behroun released his breath, relieved he hadn't come face to face with the pale man curled up like a spider in too small a hole.

  "How could he have…" Behroun trailed off, then he fumbled for the amulet around his neck. Had the creature somehow managed to retrieve Japheth's pact stone?

  He worked the secret clasp. The amulet's star iron halves snapped open, revealing an emerald. The pact stone was whole.

  Malyanna narrowed her eyes, taking in the unharmed green stone in Behroun's hands. She said, "So he's managed to free himself… or some other agency freed him."

  "Or something found and killed him, trapped as he was."

  "No," mused Malyanna. "Use your eyes. There is no sign of struggle here or in the outer chamber. Our crafty Lord of Bats managed to find a way free of the table without shedding any of his own precious blood. He is loose once more."

  "But without his full power," Behroun added. "While the pact stone remains whole, Neifion has only a shadow of his strength."

  "Hmm."

  Behroun could almost see contingencies tumbling through her mind. But the woman's eyes blinked too rarely, and their blank expanse unsettled him. He looked away and said, "Perhaps he left the castle to go look for you, his one ally?"

  "Doubtful." She sneered. "More likely he yet skulks in Darroch's shadowed halls, relishing his freedom and planning his next deceit."

  Behroun glanced at the open door to the grand study. He said, "Let's go find him, then! He's our only link to Japheth. Although with just the two of us to search this place, it could take days."

  The woman caught him with her terrible eyes, a look of disbelief on her face. Disbelief at his stupidity, most likely.

  He forced out his next few words anyway. "Perhaps we could sneak into the kingdom that exiled you. You said it was near here. You must still have a few secret partisans. If we could enlist their aid-"

  The eladrin noble's peals of laughter overwhelmed his fumbling words.

  She said, "Have you forgotten my pet? I'm sure Tamur can sniff out Neifion if we put him on the scent."

  "Oh, of course I hadn't forgotten…" he lied.

  Trying to salvage some shred of dignity, Behroun said, "But your kingdom, where you were queen before your exile… I think it might be a good idea for us to collect a few of your supporters-"

  "You," she said, putting a finger on Behroun's chest and giving him a slight push, "number among the mostly easily led mortals of any I've duped. There is no 'kingdom.'" "What? What do you mean?" Behroun, despite suspecting more and more the eladrin was playing him, was shocked all the same now that the game was over. A rarely seen smile on Malyanna's face grew even wider with amused disdain.

  "However, I am an exile of a sort."

  "You are?" he said.

  "Yes. And I do have allies, mortal. They await me within the Citadel of the Outer Void, coiled and eager for my call. For them, no time has passed since I left. They await the Key of Stars, the single most wondrous artifact to fall to the world from beyond the sky. But-as I said, I am exiled through a cruel accident of fate. I cannot reach the Key of Stars-Or even enter the Citadel, for it is sealed. I have been locked outside its pillared halls for millennia."

  She looked at him as if wondering what reaction her introduction of so many alien names and senseless statements would have.

  He couldn't help it. His face flushed hot with angry, helpless confusion. What in the name of Imphras Heltharn was she talking about?

  The lengthening silence finally made him choke out, "Citadel of the Outer Void? I've never heard of it, nor of a star key. If this citadel is your true allegiance, why lie to me about it? What are you really up to?"

  "Until the Feywild fell back into step with the world, I was a priestess without an altar, a proselytizer without an audience. But no longer!" Her eyes trailed faint lines of mist as she began to pace.

  She continued, "I keep alive the old faith. The few in the world who tried to do so were imprisoned as traitors.

  But I was free, despite being cut off from the living arbiters of my creed…" She whirled around, watching a scene in her imagination that brought awe to her normally haughty features.

  "The Citadel is a place of power and change that lies just past the outermost edge of Faerie where time itself hardly reaches. Sealed, it will only open to the Eldest. But the Eldest sleeps in the world. For years uncounted, Faerie was cut off from the world. I could not reach the Eldest, nor could it reach the Citadel. I lived long without hope one would ever find the other."

  She sighed, then said in a voice nearly as loud as a shout, "That's all changed! The Eldest can be roused, oh yes.

  He can enter the Citadel. He is destined to take the. Key of Stars and unlock the Far Manifold…" Her voice trailed off.

  Behroun said,"… I don't-"

  "And I," said Malyanna, "am destined to be fate's handmaiden in all this. It is my due for waiting centuries without end so patiently. That's why I need the Dreamheart. That's why I needed you."

  "And still need me, right?"

  She whirled and pierced him with her flaring, cold eyes. Behroun saw his own breath begin to steam under her chill scrutiny.

  "You still need me! My agent Japheth has the Dreamheart even now," he reminded her. He tried to distract her with another question. "But why do you want it at all?"

  "I grow tired of waiting, at long last. The Dreamheart is a piece of the Eldest. If the Eldest will not rouse, as he has failed to do so many times before, I will use the Dreamheart to open the Citadel myself. If the Eldest will not find the Key of Stars, I will locate it myself in the Eldest's place!"

  Behroun stepped away from the crazed woman. His body wanted to bolt. His mind knew there was no place he could run where Malyanna could not find him.

  As if reading his mind, the eladrin noble snapped her fingers and shouted, "Tamur!"

  Behroun looked to the entrance, then yelped as a shadow behind the credenza widened, producing the shadow hound.

  "Where is Neifion?" sh
e purred at the overgrown dog. "Is the Lord of Bats still in Castle Darroch?"

  The dog raised its nose and sniffed. Then it lowered its head and gave a whispery bay that went through Behroun like ice. The dog raced out of the chamber, nose to the ground.

  "For your sake, let's hope Tamur finds his quarry." Malyanna brushed past him, following her pet from the feasting chamber.

  Behroun looked at the table of succulent delights. The wedges of triple cream cheese at the very edge made his mouth water. He wondered if he wouldn't be better off cramming a piece in his mouth instead of following Malyanna. "Probably," he muttered.

  He checked for the dagger at his belt, squared his shoulders, and walked away from the table.

  *****

  Behroun wandered the shadowed halls of Darroch Castle, steering clear of the furtive movements of the wrinkled men. The air was cold, and silence lay heavy on his ears. Tiny candles flickered from chandeliers and wall sconces, providing pools of light only bright enough to make the shadows press all the closer.

  He wondered if Malyanna had returned to the world without him. The thought worried and relieved him in equal measure. The eladrin noble seemed to be skating closer and closer to outright madness-madness only quenchable by blood. Of course if she did leave him behind, eventually Neifion would return to find Behroun trespassing. Free of his never-ending feast, the Lord of Bats might decide to punish Behroun for failing to break the pact stone when Neifion first demanded.

  A scream of rage echoed through the castle. This was followed quickly by what sounded like crockery being smashed.

  "She's still here." He sighed.

  Behroun traced the sound to a tapestried corridor thick with cloying mildew and side chambers heaped with enigmatic shapes under pale sheets. An open door halfway down the hall bled light and the occasional sound of something being smashed.

  Lord Marhana walked into a high chamber saturated with musty odors. Bulky objects cluttered the room, their identities cloaked by oilskin tarps. Tamur stood at the chamber's far end sniffing around a set of four wooden blocks. By the indentations left in the blocks, something massive had rested on them until recently.

  Malyanna floated near the great hound in a cloud of swirling air. Tatters of oilcloth spun around in the cold wind. Detritus sprinkled the floor beneath her feet: a broken granite statue of a two-headed snake, the shards of a vase that must have sported an elaborate diagram, and a litter of broken glass of many hues whose original profile Behroun couldn't guess.

  The eladrin noble saw him. She screamed, "He's gone!" Her glare encompassed him and found him wanting.

  She floated to Behroun, alighting just feet away, and held out her hand. "Give me the pact stone. It's time to break it."

  "What will that accomplish?" Behroun tried to keep a quaver from his voice. His left hand moved to cup the amulet hanging on his chest. His right hand inched toward his dagger.

  "Neifion is currently unavailable to lead us to Japheth. But we can follow the mystic residue of the pact stone's destruction to the Lord of Bats," asserted the eladrin. "Tamur can track more than scent." She thrust her palm forward. "So stop dallying, human. Give me the stone. Now!"

  "Very well." He sighed. He knew that whatever happened next, his life was probably over.

  Behroun lifted the amulet from his neck and held it over his head like an offering. As Malyanna's eyes followed the movement, he slipped the dagger from its sheath with his other hand..

  Then he bent forward and extended his knife arm as if he were punching. The dagger stuck the eladrin in the stomach.

  She screamed and backhanded him. His head snapped to the side as something broke in his face. His cheekbone?

  Everything was whirling around and ringing. He didn't think he was standing upright any longer. The shock of the blow began to fade, but burning agony crept in to replace it.

  He blinked away the spinning grayness trying to smother him. Lord Marhana saw he was lying on his side several feet from where he'd knifed Malyanna. The woman remained standing, but blood ran in a thin rivulet from where the knife still protruded.

  The shadow hound snarled and slunk toward Behroun.

  "I said 'hold,' Tamur," said the eladrin, her voice strained for the first time he could recall. "You can feast on his entrails later. After he's opened his precious locket."

  Good, thought Behroun. I hurt her at least. More than most can probably claim.

  The woman gripped his amulet in one hand. She must have taken it from him while he'd lain stunned. How long had he been out? Long enough for her to figure out she couldn't open the star iron locket without help. Behroun realized, as he should have before he'd put a knife in Malyanna, that its function was his last bargaining chip.

  The eladrin pulled the knife out of her belly. She screamed words in a language so foul it nearly knocked Behroun unconscious again. The blood came thick and red now, and Malyanna staggered.

  Then the flow slowed to a trickle before stopping altogether. Strength returned to the woman with every heartbeat. Though her clothing remained stained and rent, Behroun knew the ancient creature enjoyed some damnable ability to heal herself.

  She saw he was watching and laughed. "You don't think I've survived all these years by deceit alone, do you?"

  She shook her head and walked to where he lay.

  Malyanna tossed the knife aside, bent, and put the amulet in his splayed hand. "Now," she directed. "Open it.

  Each moment you delay, I remove a finger."

  "IH open it," he rasped. "But only if you swear on your citadel… the Citadel of the Outer Void!"

  "You're in no position to make demands." She grabbed a pinkie finger and bent it backward. He gritted his teeth, but a scream escaped him when the finger snapped.

  "If you swear," he continued, his voice breathy now, "I'll open the amulet right now."

  "Swear what?" she purred as she took hold of his index finger.

  "That neither you, nor your hound, nor any servant you command will harm me afterward!"

  She growled like an animal herself, then broke the finger she grasped.

  He screamed louder this time. The sound seemed to relax the eladrin. She heaved him to his feet and leaned him against a tarp-covered contraption.

  "Very well, mortal," said Malyanna. "For the sake of our past alliance, despite how many times you've disappointed me, I'll let you be. If you open this damned contraption now."

  "Swear it," he insisted, his voice a whisper.

  She collapsed her forearm across his throat so that his breath and blood were cut off for a moment-just long enough for him to panic. Then she released him, smiling. She said, "I vow as a priestess of the Citadel of the Outer Void, as a devotee of the Abolethic Sovereignty, that neither I nor any who serve me will harm you for a period of no less than one year, if you open the amulet right now."

  Behroun sagged. He pulled the amulet close and tried to work its secret catch. The pain and awkwardness from the two protruding fingers of his left hand got in the way. He failed once, then twice, to open it.

  "Are you stalling?" purred the eladrin.

  Behroun gave a strangled sob and tried again. The third time proved the charm. The halves of the locket popped open. The emerald-hued pact stone lay exposed.

  Malyanna plucked it from Behroun's hand. She held the stone up to her eye for a moment, squinting at it with her inscrutable, lambent gaze.

  Then she tossed it on the floor. The green jewel winked fitfully in the dim light.

  Malyanna pointed a finger. A pale, cold ray emerged and transfixed the pact stone.

  The emerald shattered. A flying fragment drew a red line on Malyanna's check, but she only laughed.

  Even Behroun was able to see the breaking stone discharge a tiny spark, but dark and shaped like… a bat.

  The mote fluttered above the ruined stone for an instant, then dived away from the room in a direction that didn't exist in Castle Darroch.

  "After it, Tamur!" screeched t
he eladrin noble.

  The great hound barked once and dashed down a lane of shadow Behroun hadn't noticed earlier. Malyanna said, "Until next year, then," and followed her pet into the shadow between dimensions.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  The Year of the Secret (1396 DR) Green Siren on the Sea of Fallen Stars

  The gray slaad tried to bite off Seren's head.

  She barked out her most potent ward. Even as the thing's teeth grazed her temples, radiance burst from her. The force of the concussive spell chipped the slaad's teeth and flipped it up and backward several feet. The creature tried to get its balance but fell on its back.

  Before the slaad could rise, Seren snapped her fingers, bidding the called creature to return to whence it came.

  Neither the slaad clambering to its feet before her nor any of its brethren so much as paused, let alone disappeared in a puff of released summoning magic. She scowled. The pack of hunters had exploited the gap left by her summoning ritual. She couldn't dismiss them because she hadn't called them.

  All she could do was kill them or be killed.

  Shouts and screams from other parts of the ship grazed her ears. Larger slaads than this gray were ravening, but-

  The creature leaped at her once more, its rubbery face contorted with elemental hunger and fury. At least it was now leaking ichor.

  She spoke the opening stanza of Sunless Winter. A blast of chill blue spread from her open mouth, crystallizing from the arcane syllables.

  Ice rasped the slaad's hide like sandpaper. It shrieked, but fixed her with its pale gaze. Frost stung her flesh, froze her in place, and sucked the breath from her lungs. How…?

  The damned beast had turned a portion of the spell back on her!

  She started to utter another spell, knowing the creature was going to reach her before she finished.

  Someone stepped between her and the charging slaad. Raidon!

  The gray, intent on rending her from neck to navel, was oblivious. The half-elf leaned into the creature's charge and grabbed its arm. Using the creature's own momentum, he flipped the creature over his hip. The gray slaad cleared Seren by a foot. It crashed down behind her. The monk followed his quarry.