by T.M. Nielsen
Chapter 15
Kyrin waited outside of the compound for a way inside. She’d been tracking the Nosata for almost a month and had finally found one that was careless enough to lead her to his compound. She knew that Daemionis’ priest was in there, and she was determined to get him back and return to Paragoy to prove to Alric that she was capable of this task.
As she watched, she saw that the Nosata had wight’s guarding their boundaries and revenants walking around. Both animated corpses posed a great problem to a fighting magic user. They were able to drain the power she had to pull from to cast magic.
There had to be another way in. The Nosata weren’t the smartest of the Consortiums, but they were smarter than the Shadowmere. Necromancers started the Consortium but were killed off when the Clemency Consortium outlawed magic. Now it was being run by worshipers of the dead, a type of necromancer that used their deity instead of magic to animate corpses into the undead. They were the only Consortium with a deity, and they had to travel the dimensions to find one that would fit.
The Nosata compound had water on three sides of it, but Kyrin figured they would have draugen hiding in the water itself. She’d much rather have to fight off wights or revenants than the draugen. She studied them to see if any spells came to mind. That’s how she usually found spells. They seemed to pop into her mind when the need for them arose.
Nothing was happening though, and it would be dark soon, putting her at a disadvantage. She was glad that the other Consortiums tended to stay away from the Nosata because of their tendencies toward evil. That meant she had little chance of running into the Shadowmere tonight.
Her only idea to get inside easily wasn’t a pleasant one. She’d done the spell before, and it made her appear dead. It ceased the heart and lungs, while still maintaining the body for some time. The problem was, to keep the body alive it required a type of stasis, so while under the spell, she wouldn’t be aware and would be unable to defend herself if there was a problem.
She suddenly had another idea and ran back into Kyrstalis. The first house she came to belonged to an elderly man and woman living out their lives in peace. They weren’t aligned with a Consortium, so they were ignored by most of them, unless they did something illegal.
Kyrin studied them as they got ready for bed. This wouldn’t be hard. Killing the elderly was easy compared to some of the fights she’d had. She first had to make sure that there was no one else in the house. After a few hours, she was sure of it, and she quietly slipped into the house through an open window.
When under the cover of the house, Kyrin chanted softly and slowly began to transform into the old man, then tucked her flail onto her side. She had both of them dead in seconds and pulled on the man’s clothes. She then picked up the old woman, using a levitation spell, and started to carry her to the Nosata.
A lot of the people of Kyrstalis thought the Nosata had the ability to bring back the dead. As such, anyone brave enough to walk up to the compound, would then ask for a loved one to be brought back. Kyrin had seen it many times, and she knew that the Nosata always offered to bring the loved one back and invited them inside. After that, she didn’t know what happened to them, but none of them had ever stepped foot outside again.
When she was within sight of the Nosata compound, she slowed her gait and slumped, so as to appear old. The revenants and wights ignored her. They were there to find trouble, not to deter someone from handing themselves over to the Nosata.
“What do you want?” a tall man asked. He wore the black torn robes that were customary with the Nosata, and he smelled of death.
“Please, my wife… my love is dead,” Kyrin said, faking a deep voice as best as she could. “Can you help her? I can pay.”
“You can pay?” the Nosata asked, looking down at the frail old man and his dead wife.
“Yes, I can pay ten platinum if you can bring her back. Please, help us.”
The Nosata smiled. “For ten platinum? I guess I can do that. Let’s bring her inside and see what we can do.”
Kyrin nodded and then swallowed hard before walking voluntarily into the compound of a Consortium. Just inside, a heavy stone door was shut behind her, and she followed the Nosata down dark passageways. Screams pierced the building and there always seemed to be someone running through the hallways.
“In here,” he said, pointing to an empty room. Kyrin walked in and then jerked when the door slammed behind her. She was now in the custody of the Nosata.
She dropped the woman to the floor of the cell and then counteracted the spell that made her look like the old man. She listened carefully and heard rustling from all around her.
Kyrin whispered toward the doorway in the language of the shadow elf. The rustling stopped, and the area grew eerily silent.
She knew the best way to stand apart from the Nosata was to speak in shadow elf. They swore that the language of the dead was orc, and they refused to learn the shadow elf language. When no one answered her question about a stolen priest, she sat down to think through the rest of her plan.
Footsteps broke the silence, and Kyrin sprang to her feet and moved back to the wall when the door opened.
“The old man is in here,” one of the Nosata said, and then looked inside. His eyes went from the dead woman to the cloaked figure in the corner. “Who are you?!”
Kyrin stood tall. “I’m a representative of Daemionis, and I’ve come to retrieve the priest that you took.”
The Nosata snarled. “See how Daemionis likes the Nosata having two of his minions!”
She knew the compound rather well, and with the priest not in the prison block, he had to be down below in the torture chambers. She saw only two Nosata at her door and quickly killed both of them with electrical bolts from her hands.
She ran out of the prison block and hid in shadows, working her way along the hallway to the lower dungeons. When the alarm sounded, she knew the dead Nosata had been found though, and her way became blocked with angry men looking for her.
Her heart almost stopped when a wight appeared in the hallway. The Nosata were getting smarter. He turned dead eyes directly to her, and she ran, hoping to find a lucky break out of there. She felt the pull of the wight as she ran and knew if she didn’t do something fast, she wasn’t going to have the energy to cast a spell.
She tossed fireballs over her back blindly, hoping to catch the wight, but something slammed into the back of her neck, and she collapsed onto the floor.
When Kyrin started to come around, she felt her arms were trapped straight out to her sides, and her head was pounding. She felt weak and knew that the wight had drained her of energy.
She struggled to open her eyes and saw she was standing in a long room, up against the wall. A bar had been slid through the sleeves of her tunic and held her hands out to her sides, with no chance of getting them together.
She pulled against the metal cuffs holding her to the wall, but there was no give. Off to the left side of her was a smaller woman hanging by her wrists and probably dead. To her right was a decayed corpse that had once been shackled to the wall, but as he rotted, the weight of it pulled his hands away from his body, and it had slumped to the floor in a congealed mass, leaving the grotesque hands to hang from the shackles.
Cages stood along the floor down the right side, and in them were prisoners in various stages of rest. Across from them were the rack tables, and in one was a dark-skinned elf with white hair and a jagged scar down the side of his neck. His clothes were torn off and tossed beside the table, but she saw the distinct mark of Daemionis on them.
Kyrin pulled at her sleeves, but the metal bars wouldn’t bend. It was irritating how they used her own tunic to keep her hands apart so she couldn’t use magic. She looked down and saw her flail was no longer at her side, which didn’t surprise her. She just hoped she could get it back.
She whispered softly into the air, asking in shadow elf if t
he priest on the table was alive. He nodded slightly but was obviously in a great deal of pain.
“I’ll get you out of here,” she whispered again.
“You? Young one?” one of the prisoners in the cage said. “They’ve already sent for the Clemency Consortium to come and get you. It’s going to pay off some huge debt they owe.”
She sighed and again tried to pull her hands away. If she could get the tunic to tear, it would drop her arms, but the tailors in Valhara were very good, and she couldn’t get them to rip even a little.
“When did they contact Clemency?” she asked.
“Not long ago, then they complained that Clemency can’t come and get you until morning.”
“Good, I’ll be gone by then,” she said.
“Every Consortium is looking for you.”
“How do you know that?”
“Your picture, my dear. It’s posted on every street corner. The Shadowmere and Clemency have joined forces to find you, and the reward is great.”
“I bet the Nosata will love that.”
“Except they don’t know what they have. They told the Clemency that you are merely a young magic user that needs punished. They do not know you are the much-sought after Kyrin.”
She nodded and looked around to see if she could find a way out of this mess.
They all looked up when the doorway at the end of the room opened. A Nosata entered and headed straight for Kyrin. “You, magic user. It’s your turn.”
“For what?” she asked, trying not to sound afraid.
“You need punished for killing one of the Nosata,” he said, and roughly pulled her from the wall. He slipped the bar out of her tunic but held her wrists tightly so she couldn’t get her hands together.
Thinking quickly, she kicked off from the wall and slammed her knee into the side of his head. He fell forward and crashed into one of the empty cages, sending it in pieces to the ground.
Kyrin jumped onto him and pressed her foot onto his neck as she kicked the side of his head to keep him down. When he fell silent, she ran to the priest and began untying him. “We have to get out of here.”
Just when she got his first hand free, a punch flew in from the side and connected with her jaw, sending blood flowing from her mouth and onto the priest. She spun, and the Nosata blocked all of her hits and dodged each attack but managed to hit her a few times. The last punch was squarely to her stomach, and she doubled over in pain. He slammed his elbow into the middle of her back and sent her onto the floor, now at the mercy of the Nosata again.
When a bucket of muck was poured over her, she woke up with a gasp and shook the sludgy water from her face. Her limbs were all pulled away from her and tied to horses that faced away from her in all four directions. She was surprised to see horses, but their hollow eyes, sunken faces, and decaying skin let her know they were undead also, probably stolen from another dimension.
“Prisoner, it is the decision of Ryder, our most holy leader of the Nosata, that you are to be drawn and quartered in punishment for the killing of two of the Nosata.”
He gave the signal for the horse’s riders to move forward, and she screamed in pain at the feel of her limbs being torn from her body. She finally managed to shout. “The Clemency will be mad at this!”
“Pull back,” he said, moving the horses back a bit. Kyrin did a quick assessment and found that her left arm was dislocated but the rest of her limbs were fully attached, albeit in pain.
“Why would the Clemency care that we kill a magic user?” one of the Nosata asked.
“Because I’m Kyrin.”
Just the name brought a murmur through the Nosata and one of them knelt down to study her. “It’s hard to tell with the look of her face.”
She knew she must look completely different. One eye was swollen shut, and she felt like her jaw might be broken. Her lips were puffed and bloody, and her mouth was filled with the taste of it.
“It could be,” the Nosata said, studying her.
“If it is her, we cannot harm her, or they will punish us.”
“She could be lying though.”
“Only if she’s stupid. Why would she prefer to go to the Clemency Consortium?”
Kyrin tried not to groan in pain. She didn’t want to give the Nosata the satisfaction to know they’d already injured her badly enough it was hard to concentrate.
“Let her go then. If she wants to meet the Clemency Consortium so badly, we’ll let them know.”
It was more than she could hope for. In their haste to turn her over to the Clemency Consortium, they untied both of her hands at the same time.
With her left arm useless at her side, she swung onto her left side and brought her right hand to the left. The second they connected, she yelled, “Vasiieth!”
Lighting shot out from her hands and killed each of the Nosata and their horses. The loud thud from the fall of the horses made her nervous that others had heard, so she quickly untied her feet and then ran back into the compound, in search of the dungeons.
She stopped long enough to put a magic shield around herself, hoping it might stop the energy draining of the wights. Her legs hurt with every step, and she was finding it harder and harder to move quickly.
The stairs down into the dungeon were daunting and when she emerged, the prisoner in the cage gasped. “You’re alive!”
Kyrin moved as fast as she could and untied the priest from the table. The shadow elf stood slowly and gathered his robes before the two of them set off. She used his experience as an assassin to guide them from shadow to shadow.
Only twice did she have to destroy more Nosata, and each time she grew weaker. She was able to pry her flail from the hands of one of the dead, and the weight of it in her hand was somewhat comforting. Her left arm hung uselessly at her side as they crouched low and looked toward the front gates of the Nosata’s compound. The wights and revenants were still there, and en masse.
“Can you get us past them?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “Undead see through my advantages.”
“Okay, here’s the plan. I’m going to distract them with a split image and see if I can get them to run off. We need to make it to the other side of Kyrstalis. The portal for Paramide is in the cemetery, and we just pray to Daemionis that there’s a portal key there.”
He nodded. “If you die on this mission, I will sacrifice for you.”
She smiled, then shut her eyes and began to chant. When her soul split it caused some pain, and her image flickered weakly above the water. Seeing that the undead hadn’t noticed the figure, the priest began throwing tiny pebbles into the water to draw their attentions.
The hiss of the wight let them know her image had been seen. When the undead began to lurch toward the water’s edge, Kyrin and the priest took off. She couldn’t use her speed boots, or she would leave the priest behind, but he spotted the perfect hiding spot, and she was able to break the spell and reattach her soul just as one of the undead had reached it.
There were screams of anger from the revenants when her image disappeared.
The priest nodded to Kyrin and she moved behind him, careful to step only where he stepped and to pay attention to his every move, a trick Creteloc had taught her. The assassin was good, and he even had time to poison one of the Dieb Consortium before they made their way to the cemetery.
Kyrin’s pain was becoming worse, and she was bathed in sweat.
“Is there a key?” he asked, glancing around a tomb in the cemetery.
She nodded. “If you can grab it, I’ll lead you into the portal. It’s that stick lying up against the wall.”
He nodded when he saw it and then made a break for it.
“Hey!” someone shouted when he ran across the cemetery. Kyrin saw two of the Clemency heading toward him, so she stood and mustered the energy to hit each with a ball of fire before she grabbed the priest by the collar and hauled him through the portal.
Once on the other side, she collapsed and fell unconscious. When she regained consciousness, it was dark in Paramide and no one was around. The priest had left her at the portal, as soon as he was in his own dimension. Lucky not to have been killed by stray assassins, she sat up and tried to nurse her wounds, so she could get back to Paragoy.
When she tried to pull her left arm back into the socket, the pain was unbearable, and she started to black out. Deciding to just leave it for now, she tied it to her side with a strip of rope she kept in her backpack.
Kyrin sat down and ate a few apples, which helped her feel better immediately. The pain in her jaw to eat was only tolerated because of the intense hunger she felt. Her right arm seemed fine, but her legs were wobbly and lacking strength. She had a long way to go and still had to make it through Kyrstalis before she came even close to Paragoy.
She’d been gone for just over five weeks but already missed it. Or missed him, she thought. Glancing in a mirror she stole off of a dead gnome in the dimension of sun, she looked over her face. She was right about the damage and was sure her nose and jaw were both broken.
Kyrin looked around with her one good eye and then steadied herself on the portal before slipping back into Kyrstalis. The Clemency Consortium had given up on finding her, and the cemetery was empty and quiet.
She hobbled across the city, sticking to the back streets, and was completely focused on returning to Alric. She no longer thought of the food or the water in Paragoy but wanted to feel his arms and see his face.
It took extra time to get to the dimension outside of Paragoy because both legs were still causing pain to shoot into her back, and the slightest movement jostled her injured arm. Even though it was tied tightly to her side, it sent pain up through her chest.
Kyrin fell through the portal and into Paragoy. The high mountain portal was now surrounded in snow, and the wind was blowing mercilessly. As she looked below her at the Boriana ruins, her heart sunk. She wasn’t sure how to crawl down there with only one arm and her legs in so much pain.
She decided her best bet was to freeze her injured limbs in the snow and then try to make it down the cliff without falling. The snow actually felt good against her dislocated shoulder, and once she’d numbed her arm and legs, she inched down onto the first foothold.
The pain intensified, but she was committed now and couldn’t get back up if she wanted to. Down was her only option, and she held on for dear life with her one good hand, hoping not to fall the rest of the way.
Kyrin wasn’t sure how far down she was, but she couldn’t take much more.
“I got you,” someone said, and she felt strong arms pull her off of the wall and gently lay her down on the snow. She looked up into the face of one of the knights of Valhara.
“We have to get her to the priests,” another said as he wrapped a blanket around her.
“The horses will be the most painful but the fastest.”
“Horse,” she groaned, and then leaned her head against the shoulder of the knight that picked her up. The sway of the horse made her entire body hurt, and she held onto the knight as she asked Daemionis why he didn’t help her.
The knight stopped quickly outside of the temple, and Saith met him.
“We have Kyrin.”
Saith nodded and motioned him forward. The knight laid Kyrin down on the table and Saith immediately began summoning the blessings to heal her. He frowned when the wounds didn’t heal, and then he called for more of the priests.
By the time Alric arrived, the priests were frantically trying to figure out why they couldn’t heal her. She was no longer moaning in pain because the warmth of the room and being able to lie down on the table was already helping.
“What’s wrong?” Alric asked, looking over her wounds.
“We cannot heal her,” Saith told him.
“Sithias?” Alric asked toward the back of the temple. When the god didn’t answer, Alric turned to the priests. “Can you still help her?”
“Yes, but it will take time.”
“Do what you can. I’ll go find out why Sithias is refusing these blessings.”
Alric stepped into the back of the temple and dropped his sword by the door. He hit his knees and fought to calm his voice. “Sithias, why aren’t you helping her?”
Sithias appeared and looked down at him. “She was injured doing the deeds of a demon. He has forsaken her after this dangerous mission, and I cannot intervene.”
“What do you mean he’s forsaken her?”
“It’s common for the evils. Once she saved the priest, she collapsed at the portal, and he left her there to die while he returned to his god. Daemionis didn’t even come to her aid, even though she sustained the injuries on a mission to retrieve his priest.”
“Why does he have followers?” Alric asked, confused.
“Fear. I cannot step in when a god has forsaken their own. She will heal with time, and it may help clear her mind about the god she follows,” Sithias told him.
“Can you block him from entering Paragoy?”
“Not while she is here.”
Alric sprang to his feet when Kyrin’s screams pierced through the quiet temple. Sithias excused him and he ran out. “What happened?!”
Saith was bandaging a wound on her wrist. “We had to re-set her shoulder. It’s been long enough the swelling got in the way and made it more painful.”
“Is there anything we cannot fix?”
“If we cannot fix it, then it will eventually fix itself.”
“I told you I’d be back,” Kyrin said from the table.
Alric touched her arm lightly. “I’d prefer if you would return in one piece.”
“Thank you for the knights.”
“I figured you’d come back there.”
“Drink this,” one of the priests told her. He held out a vial and put it to her lips, but she turned away.
“No”
“What is it?” Alric asked.
“It will help the pain and make her sleep.”
“Take it, Kyrin.”
“No,” she said again. Kyrin knew better than to take a potion from someone she didn’t trust. Alric trusted the priests, but she didn’t.
“Why won’t you take it?” Alric asked, kneeling down to her level.
She just shook her head.
He sighed. “We’re going to move you to a bed here in the temple, okay?”
“Floor”
“I want you to try a bed.”
She nodded, and then Alric picked her up gently and laid her down in one of the back rooms. The fire was roaring, and he watched as her eyes slowly slid shut.
