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Chapter 6
Rewards of Ambition
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"Woe is the day! The face of righteousness has been spat on with extra greenness! The little stout dwarf with mental problems has ripped apart our trust and ground his stinky boot heel into it! We'll not stand for this, his butt shall be kicked many upon many times!"
Jaheira and Pan had barely finished putting on their gear when they heard the outraged howling mark the return of their remaining companions. They had decided to only bring their personal belongings, the need for speed essential if they were to give chase. However the alchemist had thought that at least some things were worth saving
"Not even the nice fluffy blanket?" Pan had asked, rubbing her face against the grey stained fabric.
Jaheira answered acidly back as she walked towards Minc and Yoshimo, "It looks more like a rag than a proper blanket and no, we don't need to bring what can easily be replaced."
It was just before dawn and at first all that could be made out were the silhouettes marching quickly back to camp, determination thundering through each step. The mysterious air of twilight was lost upon the party members, the pressing dilemma at the forefront of their concerns. Both Minsc and Yoshimo bore grim looks, the Rashemi ranger looking particularly volatile, the death grip on the Sword of Chaos so tight his knuckles bled white.
Jaheira slung her shield across her back, her tone rushed and meaning business, "He is heading back to the city?"
Unlike the upset visage of Minsc, Yoshimo looked the least perturbed by Korgan's actions, "Yes, it's as you suspected. Our large friend here easily found the dwarf's tracks and judging by the distance between steps he's in quite the hurry, about an hour's time ahead of us…"
The druid did not miss the hesitation in his voice, "What else?"
Minsc filled in the rest of the findings, "We only found evil Korgan's and our kidnapped horse's prints."
Pan narrowed her eyes, "Ummmmm, but what about Valygar?"
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"Ye know, I donnae think ye be appreciating what I be doin' fer ye. Did yer ma nay teach ye any manners 'bout showin' gratitude?"
Valygar made no comment, the gag stuffed into his mouth having little to do with his lack of vocalising his displeasure. The stalker was more content with keeping a fierce glare on the upside down dwarf berserker… and upside down and constantly bobbing dwarf berserker.
"I mean, here I am, joggin ahead tae keep this bloody mule movin' forward, tirin' meself out, when I could've easily placed ye in me position," Korgan continued on amicably, casually looking back at Valygar, "Lookit ye, sittin' comfortably like a pansy-arsed prince."
A very irritated glare continued piercing Korgan, the dwarf merely smirking toothily and trotting forward, forcing the horse to move on at his pace by tugging on the reigns. Valygar hardly felt anything like a prince, his arms and legs bound by rope and a nasty tasting cloth gagging him… plus the fact that he was slung across the horse's back like a sack of potatoes. His head also hurt like the constant blows of a hammer on the spot Korgan had knocked him from behind.
"Har har, travellin' in style, aye?"
Amused with his own joke, Korgan continued jogging forward at a fast pace. Despite having not stopped for rest since he broke away from the group a few hours ago, the dwarf showed no signs of exhaustion. The stocky berserker even sang out a raucous war song on the way, "The Bloody Blood Ballad of Bloody McBlood," such was the good mood he found himself elated in.
Korgan had on the biggest smile he has had all season. Today is going to be his day. Despite the string of annoyances that plagued him the past few tenday, today is when all his fortunes will change. The incident with Shagbag was a setback and that crazy half-breed was a major annoyance but now all that is behind him. He felt no remorse for cutting out on the Pan's band, the promise of a nice fat reward from that wizard more than ample compensation.
The dwarf was exasperated by their decision to not only allow the bounty to live but to actually accept him into the group's fold. Bunch of idealistic fools, that is not the way you are supposed to go about hunting down the prey! You are not supposed go up to the pig and make it a pet, you are supposed to give it good solid whack across the back of its neck, drain its blood and split it open so you can get to its bacon. No need for subterfuge when the proper slash of an axe could easily solve most problems. It would have been a stain on his reputation if the Bloodaxe were ever seen prancing about with the bounty instead of bringing him in.
He always fulfills the contract and a sorry end to whoever gets in his way.
Well after dawn, the city gates of Athkatla loomed in the distance. The walls and what tall buildings could be seen peeking over the top glowed with the promise of another business day, the faint din of life drifting out from the city. Like a rising crescendo, the closer he got towards Athkatla the larger and more encompassing it became. The sleeping giant rises for another day. The morning sun warmed down on the traffic that was already thick with merchants and other folk streaming into the city. Korgan quickened his pace, the taste of completing the mission like the fibre of his breakfast.
Despite his unusual cargo of a human person hanging on the back of a horse, Korgan did not attract any prolonged curious glances, all of them having seen a captive person at least in one point of their lives. As far as most people were concerned it was just another payday for the dangerous looking dwarf. Better that poor tied up fool than them anyways.
As he was passing a pair of farmers pulling their wares along in a small vegetable cart, he overheard them making a wager.
"… 'bout two 'undred, Oi'd reckon."
"Nah, 'e's a tough lookin' fella, pro'lly fo' undred, a' leasts."
Korgan grimaced. I'd best be gettin' more than a measly four 'undred, 'else I'm goin' tae wet me axe on somebody's neck.
As he passed under the massive arch of the city gates he noticed two fully armoured Athkatlan guards make their way through the waves of people, clearly heading towards him.
Ach, it almost nay be worth it, he thought as he slowed down, stopping in the middle of the traffic and unable to avoid the incoming guardsmen.
"Halt citizen! What business are you bringing to the city?" one of the Athkatlan guards demanded as they reached Korgan, totally ignoring the trussed up form of Valygar.
The berserker narrowed his eyes at the guardsman, "I be deliverin' a bounty. What's it look like I be bringin' in, a bunch o' bloody flowers?"
The guardsmen did not find any humour in Korgan's reply, "Watch your tongue, mercenary, lest you wish to use it to lick your arresting officer's boots."
Korgan's temper flared, "The only thing I'll be lickin' 'twill be yer blood from me axe."
Before either side could strike the first blow, a commanding voice reverberated through the noise, "Hold! Stay your weapons, all of you!"
The guardsmen recognized the voice and immediately stayed their pikes though they still kept hostile glares trained on the berserker. Sneering at the two, Korgan turned to see the person confidently approaching them. His scowl deepened when he recognized the circular medallion around the man's neck.
Ach, a bloody investigator.
Korgan drew himself up when the investigator spoke harshly, "What in the abyss is going on here?" his attention focussed on the dwarf.
The guardsman who spoke earlier answered, "We were checking him on his… merchandise and he decided to be hostile about it," sounding similar to a child tattling to a teacher.
The investigator nodded, "Well, citizen? What's the story with that man there?" indicating with a nod towards Valygar.
Korgan replied snidely, "If'n ye wants a history o' our relationship, I'm afraid ye're jes' wasting yer time, 'twill only be a one night stand. I've already told yon two nosy idjits that this here be a bounty an' I aim tae collect what I'm owed."
The investigator did not appear offended by the gruff answer, instead maintaining his impassive presence, "A bounty, eh? Do you happen to have a form or contract proving your words?"
Korgan growled in annoyance, "Nay, I donnae have such things. The contract be a matter o' words an' the other party be the Cowled Wizard, Tolgerias. I stand firm by what I say an' I'll nay have ye call me on it. Is passage granted tae me or is me time further wasted?" none too subtly hefting his axe.
Seeing the threatening gesture, the guards began drawing up their pikes once again but the investigator halted them with a wave of his hand. He glared hard at the dwarf, making clear his response, "You'd best remember where you are dwarf and know your place because had I believed you to be an actual threat you won't be around to collect your reward. So keep yourself in check unless you wish to spend time getting to know the inside of a cell."
"Mayaps if'n ye're nay harassin' me, there nay be cause fer me tae ferget me place," the dwarf sneered sarcastically, "Asides me manners, is there naught else tae be done here or am I tae pull the wizard from me arse in order tae prove meself?"
The investigator shook his head, "I'm familiar with most dealings with the wizards and how they aren't regularly 'official' in their business affairs," he remarked detestably, waving Korgan away, "You'd best keep moving along and handle your dealings, I'll not have any trouble coming from you. And don't think this little encounter marks you as anything special. There are increasing reports of slavery rampant in the city and we've been ordered to investigate anything suspicious."
Korgan roughly shoved his way past the officer, pulling along the horse with its Valygar cargo, he scoffed loudly, "Slavin', problems, aye? Bah, 'tis not my care. Too much work an' little reward fer me tastes."
The investigator shot a poisonous look at the dwarven mercenary, his lips curling on the edge of making a parting comment when he changed his mind, irately waving his guards along with him.
"Mewlin' pup," Korgan grumbled to Valygar, "The pansy little saps be gettin' bolder nowdays, prancing about thinkin' that a fancy title gives 'em rights tae get cheeky wi' me," he glanced at the stalker as if he were not tied up on the back of a horse, "What do ye think, they not be respectin' their betters, aye? Mayaps a good blood lettin'll set 'em straights."
Valygar remained silent, rolling his eyes despite his uncomfortable position.
Now that they were within the city, Korgan relaxed his pace though he kept moving briskly towards the Government district. Not that he had any fear should he encounter Pan's party again, it was just that he wished this business with the wizard over and done with. On to bigger and more profitable means…
"Ach, quit strugglin', ye're upsettin' this sorry excuse fer a horse!"
It was not long before Korgan had led them down a street just clear of the boundaries of the city gates. The cobbled road was peppered with people coming and going, a few stalls of non-descript goods set up in front of each building. Just beyond the low rise of the street he could sight the hill upon which rested the Government district. Here and there a casual glance was thrown his way and then just as easily dismissed. There have been stranger sights that stalked the streets before.
Despite the normality of the scene, Valygar went still, his brows furrowed in concentration as if sensing something amiss. Even Korgan stopped his goading of the stalker, instead slowing his steps to a cautious walk, his eyes focused on a spot at the top of the low rise. His face was neutral though the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
If he was honest with himself, he was slightly unnerved.
Standing there with his back to Korgan and his bounty was Tolgerias in the middle of the street, calmly gazing upon the distinct buildings and monuments prominently displayed upon the distant hillside. The berserker's eyes easily caught the light that glinted off the fat gems the wizard wore on his fingers, his hands clasped behind his back. The Cowled Wizard wore a dark brown robe that shimmered in waves, faint indigo runes lining the hood, the heavy enchantments on the garment announcing his expensive tastes to go with his well groomed features. Madeen was in attendance to the side, a slight curl of his lips acknowledging the dwarf's approach.
Korgan reminded himself that he really needed to gut the snivelling little arse kisser. He carefully looked around, not surprised to find this area of the street conveniently deserted of people. He did not like that the pair of mages was waiting for him, the situation practically stinking that he was being followed or at least spied upon. Nonetheless he drew himself up. It be time tae get paid.
"Hail, wizard. 'Tis a surprise tae see ye here, are ye that eager fer bringin' the bounty in fer justice?" his tone mocking.
Tolgerias did not seem to hear him, annoying Korgan further, "Amn truly is a world of immense reward, wouldn't you say, Korgan?" he continued not waiting for an answer, "Take someone in my position for example. Here I am, a man with an immense talent and skill for the arcane arts living in a country that brooks no tolerance for such things. By all rights I should be cornered and beaten like a savage beast… to be seen as nothing less than an insignificant beggar dying on the streets, ignored and forgotten to say the least. Magical power is feared… as it rightly should but unfortunately not to the extent that it garners the respect it's due. It's a crippling mentality, such narrow-mindedness that holds back this nation from truly becoming great beacon in history. If not for the wealth procured from the Maztican colonies we would be nothing more petty merchants peddling wares in the face of a marching barbarian horde. Yet the paradox lives within Amn that she recognizes those strong enough, ambitious enough and with the will to seize its proffered opportunities from her motherly bosom to rise above such petty insecurities, to become one of respectable power and station."
He turned around to face Korgan, ignoring both the glares from the berserker and Valygar and the googly admiring eyes of Madeen.
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say, my dwarven mercenary? No? I am a power in this nation because I've desired it. I'm a wizard whom none challenge, a force obeyed by those who fear such things. I've coveted where I am now through hard work and ruthless political manoeuvring destroying those unworthy of wielding authority amongst the fearful. Where I walk, people bow their heads and even the city officials know better to cross me. They know I will always end up getting what I want and none will risk themselves preventing me from doing so if they value their… livelihood."
Korgan growled, casually running his thumb across the edge of his axe, "Are ye tryin' tae bully me wi' threats, wizard?"
Tolgerias gave a dry laugh, "Hardly. Why, do you feel you've earned my ire? No, my dwarven mercenary, I'm merely clarifying why I allowed one such as you to fulfill the demands of the quest I had set you upon."
"Really? Well, ye could've skipped all that bloody talking an' jes' tell it tae me straight like."
The Cowled Wizard strode around the bound form of Valygar still draped across the horse. He paused, gripping the stalker's chin and forced him to look up. Valygar's eyes burned with a smouldering hatred but Tolgerias merely smirked, dropping his head none too gently only to pat him disdainfully.
"I see that Pan and her troupe isn't present-"
"Oh, ye donnae say?"
"-and that proves to me how right I am about a character such as yourself. Calculating and ruthless in your execution of your ambition. Don't stress yourself conceiving how I know, suffice to say that your 'desertion' of your comrades had reached my ear before they even awoke. You ask what I'm getting at? It's of no concern of mine whatever befalls that idiot girl and her companions… weak fools that are better off scraping the filth out of robes. Amn is great because of people like you and me, those who aren't tethered by tedious complex moralities and wasted energies on loyalty. It has always been this way, the higher we rise then the higher Amn rises… and what better reward than coin, the heart and soul of every brick and stone and flesh and bone. I know your kind, mercenary and the prospect of dividing the bountiful reward I offer hardly wets your taste," Tolgerias' voice hissed, "You wanted it whole and you didn't even give a second thought to taking it for yourself, driving onwards with enough jump to snatch what is dangled in front of you."
Korgan could not decide whether to be insulted or proud. Valygar rolled his eyes.
"It isn't about faith. It isn't about devotion. It isn't even really about ability. It's about ambition, mercenary. What truly makes one great is the drive one has that thrusts you into importance… that allows us gain all that we desire. By default we are all greedy creatures so it is no sin to fall so deep into our purpose… in fact it is what allows us to survive. Being humble attains nothing. You agree, don't you? The peasant shall always remain insignificant compared to those who matter just as the soldier and apprentice must always heed their given commands. No nation survives without achievement and no empire is created without taking what surrounds them."
Tolgerias did not hear Korgan mumble, "Swell, a bloody history lesson."
"Truthfully… there are no great rewards in remaining passive because you only allow yourself to be seized by those who have no qualms using whatever is available in order to aspire to become something more. To become the best at what we are… makes us greater than those who settle for less. Achieving aspiration does not account for wickedness simply because we have no cares for morality and it certainly doesn't fault us for not considering those beneath our station."
He strode around the berserker, lost in his own awareness, "Ambition ultimately leads to greatness. Ambition defines who we are. It's because of your greed that I knew you would succeed because failure would've meant gaining nothing… and nothing is something you've always fought against," Tolgerias concluded, his fingers dramatically clenched in front of Korgan.
Madeen was practically drooling on spot at his master's display of worldly knowledge. The berserker, however, was less than impressed with the Cowled Wizard's power of observation, "Aye, congratulations, ye've figured me out. I'm a right greedy bastard tae ever see the light o' day. Alrigh' then wizard, if ye be knowing so much then ye must've also be knowing tae have me reward wi' ye," he added, lowering his voice, "'Cause ye prob'ly know if ye didnae then I'd be killin' ye both… fer nothin'"
Tolgerias smiled though his eyes flashed dangerously, "Yes, my dwarven mercenary. I knew that also," nodding towards Madeen who pulled out a hefty looking leather bag, "Six hundred gold pieces should be more than enough to sate your hunger… for now."
The servant frowned at the berserker, scowling when the dwarf rudely grabbed the bag of gold out of his hands.
Korgan remarked dryly, testing the weight of the reward, "A word o' advice, wizard. Ye may want tae tone down yer speeches a wee bit. Yonder servant o' yers looks as if he be tryin' tae mate wi' yer words."
Madeen choked, shocked at the berserker's crudeness, "You disgus-"
"Yes, I do notice that whenever I give such grand prose he tends to stare at me most unprofessionally."
Madeen cried in dismay, "Master Tolgerias! I-"
Tolgerias rolled his eyes, cutting off the deeply blushing servant, "Madeen, you've been drooling… again," indicating where with a lazy wave.
"What?" quickly looking down and sure enough there was a wet trail down the front of his robes.
Tolgerias turned his back on his servant, confronting Korgan whose lustful grip on the bag of gold more than enough indicated his satisfaction. They both ignored Madeen who was frantically wiping away at his robes.
The Cowled Wizard spoke like he was giving out a blessing, "Since you've done a good job, I see no reason not to include a little bonus," he reached beneath his robes, "I said I would include a magical item of some power… and I believe this would suit your tastes just fine, mercenary."
He withdrew from under his robes an item that made Korgan's eyes widen with hunger. The battleaxe was similar in design to Korgan's current one, though the axe haft looked to be of stronger wood. The axe head itself looked nothing extraordinary… except for the bright red runes that burned along the bladed end. Tolgerias hefted the magical weapon from one hand to the other, the berserker following each movement.
Holding out the battleaxe for Korgan, the wizard asked, already knowing the answer, "Adequate enough to satisfy your tastes?"
Taking the weapon, Korgan had a predatory grin, "Aye. It be adequate enough," the berserker now wielding two battleaxes.
Tolgerias nodded, a frown forming. Something in the berserker's tone gave him a cause for thought…
"…But it nay be enough tae satisfy me tastes."
Expertly, Korgan swung his new battleaxe upon the form of Valygar, the blade just stopping short of cutting through the skin of his neck. The stalker flinched though he still retained his glare. He was not in a happy mood, having been kidnapped, having a foul tasting rag stuffed in his mouth for the past few hours, bartered for like common goods and now about to be decapitated by an ill-mannered dwarf.
Madeen began chanting a spell but a hard knock to the head by Tolgerias sent the servant sprawling on to the streets. The Cowled Wizard did not spare his servant a second glance, instead retaining a calm albeit furious focus on the grinning berserker.
Korgan spoke confidently, "If'n ye know so much, wizard, then ye'll figured out what I've figured out already. This payment be pitiful in regards tae what ye'll be gaining from the bounty's body."
Momentary confusion crossed Tolgerias' face before a feral smile slowly grew, "Ah, yes. I had wondered why you allowed Corthala to live. I asked myself wouldn't our violence-prone mercenary find it much easier to transport a dead body rather than a struggling and uncooperative living one? Thus your ulterior motive is made clear. So, Korgan… does the Planar Sphere interest you that much?"
"The only interest I be havin' is the loot that comes wi' yonder sphere, the loot that ye be cheating me out of."
Madeen squeaked from below, still lying on the floor, "You stupid barbarian! It was never yours to be cheated out of in the first place!"
"I'm going to have to agree with my servant on this one, mercenary," Tolgerias' tone composed, "our deal only extended to the rewards that come with the delivery of Valygar Corthala… a delivery that you're on the verge of failing to convey."
Korgan gave a barking laugh, "Har har! I donnae think so, wizard. If'n ye recall, 'tis by yer own words that this bark-sniffin' cur be brought in, alive or dead. I done held up me own side o' the bargain an' by all reasonable accountin' the word of Korgan Battleaxe remains unblemished!"
Tolgerias showed faint amusement, "Hmm, yes, I believe it does. Very well then, if that is so, what do you hope to accomplish by presenting such an ineffectual threat by slaying a man whom I can use living or not?"
"Do ye really want tae chance cuttin' the odds in half o' ye getting inside the sphere? Jes' 'cause ye have the body, dosnae mean ye're still allowed in."
"Interesting. Perhaps you're more of a merchant than a mercenary. I shall ask you again, what is it that you hope to accomplish with this?" though in his mind he already knew.
"It be obvious don' it? I want a cut out o' whatever ye hope to be gaining from this enterprise."
Tolgerias stroked his neatly trimmed beard, making a show of murmuring thoughtfully, "Of course, of course," looking at Korgan, coldness gleaming in his smile, "You will, of course, have to earn that share by accompanying us within the sphere. It has been gone quite a while and may have picked up some… surprises along its journeys."
"Earn me share?" Korgan sneered.
The Cowled Wizard's tone was hard, "Yes, mercenary. Do not think I am averse to using that man's dead carcass, me and my associates have enough skill and knowledge to do something with it. Remember your place, dwarf. The only demands that shall be met are mine. I've not come so far to where I am now just to cater to the whims of one who hasn't garnered the respect of prestige. Need I remind you that you're still a mercenary?"
Furious, Korgan spat, "Yer demands be damned, I'll nay have ye orderin' me about like some cowardly slave!"
Tolgerias ignored the berserker's outrage, "You have little choice in the matter. You will explore the depths of that sphere with us if you want to gain more substantial wealth, you must earn it," the wizard smirked, "Don't be so insulted, my dwarven mercenary. I recognize valuable resources when I see it and I am positive you shall be of enormous assistance where we travel to. Do a good job and the reward shall be immense."
That assurance was of little condolence to Korgan who fumed on spot, the murderous glare directed at Tolgerias slowly fading away to a slow burn. He had little problem with trekking through the Planar Sphere. It is just another job with more blood and meat to cleave through towards the payment.
But tae have this puffed-up, stinkin' fairy gloat over me…
"… So be it."
The Cowled Wizard's smile was deciduously not friendly.
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Valygar remained trussed up on the horse as they made their way through the slums. Not that he minded heading towards the sphere it was just that he would have preferred going of his own free will… or at least more comfortably. Those residents that recognized the office of Tolgerias quickly stepped aside and those that did not did so anyways. The Cowled Wizard seemed unaffected by the offending odours and rampant destitution that characterized the pitiable area. Madeen got skittish whenever he so much as sighted a beggar whilst Korgan's customary threats of disembowelment were the only indication of his annoyance.
To the relief of all, they spotted their destination.
The Planar Sphere was immense. The top half of the sphere could be seen above the rickety roofs of the alley they walked through. When they rounded the corner, they paused to take in the true dimensions of the structure that could be made out across the broad street.
Even Korgan was somewhat impressed, "Ach, ye weren't kidding when ye called it a sphere."
It was as if a titanic god had dropped a ball in the middle of the district… a gargantuan, metal-coated ball like the core of the sun with its smooth unbroken coppery surface. Its circumference easily encompassed the city block and then some. The bottom third of the sphere was hidden behind what was left of the buildings it had displaced, reaching so far up that they had to crane their necks fully back to take it all in. It was like some macabre art project, the simple roundness of the sphere a contrast to the ramshackle derelicts surrounding it.
Despite his hushed awe, they all heard Madeen whisper, "Unbelievable… look, it's practically sitting atop those buildings yet I don't see any wreckage!"
True to his observation, all immediate buildings looked undamaged, not accounting for their previous decrepit state. There was no debris expected from a giant sphere appearing in the middle of buildings instead it looked as if the parts that conflicted with its space merely disappeared into the structure, like an opaque bubble swallowing something gently poked against it.
Tolgerias spoke admiringly to Valygar like the stalker was not bound and gagged, "Your family is truly remarkable, Corthala. I cannot even conceive of the mechanics that control such a wondrous device, let alone figure out the force that powers its ability to phase into space," he smirked, "This shall certainly be an… educational enterprise, wouldn't you say?"
"I not be here fer schoolin' wizard, 'tis only fer 'earning.'" Korgan spat.
Tolgerias remained unaffected by the berserker's tone, "Quite. Well then, come along, I see the others are already present."
Despite the rather unique appearance of the giant Planar Sphere, even in the City of Coin, the novelty runs off after a couple of tendays. The only ones paying any attention to the structure was a group of robed figures gathered by the 'front' of the sphere, next to a set of stairs that went up to a brick porch that was half phased through. All other residents merely afforded a passing glance before focussing back on the dreariness of their days.
As they got closer to the group, both Korgan and Valygar became extremely discontented when it became apparent that they were half a dozen people all dressed in the garb of a Cowled Wizard.
"Argh, a whole bloody, stinkin' party full o' pansy-arsed, blanket wearing, magic tossers!"
Valygar begrudgingly agreed with Korgan's aggravation.
The mages either wore green or yellow robes of varying shades but they all had the same severe looks on their faces. One Cowled Wizard, an older harsh looking woman in lustrous emerald robes saw them approach and bowed her head, speaking with an unpleasant grating voice, "Master Tolgerias, we're gladdened by your arrival. All has been prepared as you have asked to your specific orders," she looked up, spotting Valygar, "Is that Corthala? We shall be entering the sphere today?"
Tolgerias inclined his head, "Glorcia, yes, I'd like you to meet Valygar Corthala, our most gracious host this evening," a mocking grin on his lips, "It will be his family's property that we will be visiting and he has charitably agreed to open the door for us, as well as give us a tour."
Glorcia grinned nastily, her features pleasant looking enough though gaunt. Tolgerias surveyed at the rest of the gathered mages, most of them younger than the Cowled Wizard and wearing yellow robes. They bowed their heads respectfully, each one standing tall and confident.
"You have made sure each one of them is capable?" Tolgerias inquired silkily.
To those that knew the Cowled Wizard also knew that there was an unspoken threat in his question. He already expected that each of the mages in front of him were indeed talented magic users because that was what he specifically told Glorcia to make sure of. The female mage knew what would happen to her if she failed to gather them so.
"Of course, Master Tolgerias, I've tested them myself," Glorcia responded quickly, nervousness ticking in her voice, "Each one of them has experience in the field and I've made sure all are loyal to your cause."
That last part caught Valygar's attention. His cause…?
Glorcia continued hurriedly, "As you can see, I've even managed to procure Davish from Brynnlaw and brought him here in time to serve you."
Tolgerias scoffed, "Yes, I can see that," he and the others having already noticed the one she was referring to.
It would have taken a blind person to miss the gigantic man towering over everybody. Unlike the yellow robed mages, the one that really stood out was a huge bear of a man wearing bottle-green robes, his thickly muscled arms crossed over his barrelled chest. His features looked like they were carved from stone, the craggy lines of his mouth covered by a pointed beard, hard brown eyes set beneath the thick roofs of his bushy eyebrows. When he fully drew his hood back, he revealed that unlike his face, his head was shaved shiny bald.
"Master Tolgerias," he rumbled quietly, inclining his head to his superior.
The Cowled Wizard barely waved in acknowledgement already climbing up the stairs, "Davish, go collect Corthala," the other mages following.
Valygar noted how despite the mage's size he had surprisingly light steps. Korgan had to tilt his head all the way back just to see Davish's face, impressed that the man could even find clothes that fit him. The horse's head only came up below Davish's chest. Valygar could not help feeling like a small child when the giant mage reached to grab him. Even though the stalker was a full grown man, Davish easily lifted him off the horse and slung him across one shoulder.
Korgan went up the steps beside the huge Cowled Wizard, "Ach, ye're a big 'un. I'd be guessing that yer daddy be an orc but that would mean ye'd 'ave been born too dumb tae be a bloody wizard," he commented snidely.
Davish paused, turning to glare at the berserker who stared steadily back. Although the Cowled Wizard was over twice as tall as the dwarf, Korgan showed no indication of being intimidated. They exchanged harsh glances before Davish nodded once, turning forward once again to go up the stairs.
"… My grandfather."
Korgan was slightly surprised, "Eh? Ye said something, orc-twit?"
Davish did not spare the berserker a glance when he clarified, his voice like muffled thunder, "My grandfather was an orc… so I suggest you watch what you say about my family, dwarf."
The berserker did not say anything.
They gathered around where the porch connected with the sphere. Whether through some stroke of luck or amazing navigational skills, a large closed door, completely circular and big enough for a frost giant to crawl through, was set on the sphere a foot above the porch.
Davish set Valygar down on his feet, holding him steady with one gigantic hand firmly gripping him around his neck. To the others, it presented a disturbing image of the Cowled Wizard being able to popp his head off like a cork should he so choose to.
Tolgerias smiled nastily at Valygar, "Now comes the moment of truth for you Corthala. Is all that's required to clear the way, your living presence… or will we have to resort to splashing every single drop of your blood as an offering?"
With that, Davish flung the stalker against the doorway…
CLANG!
…His body slamming into it with an echoing clamour. He fell hard on his back, pain throbbing on his side where he struck the sphere, his groan muffled by the gag still in his mouth. Everybody ignored him, all eyes trained on the massive round door.
"…."
… rrrrrrrruuuuUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLE!
Breaths were held as the door way slowly, loudly… strenuously opened like a dilating eye, the way open growing larger as separate plates spiralled outwards. As it grew larger it could be seen that each single metal plating was nearly a foot thick yet the grinding noise sounded as if a cave-in were happening.
The way into the Planar Sphere was now clear. Even though it was noon, the brightness of day did not illuminate the depths of the entrance, instead a huge inky blackness loomed in front of them. One peasant who witnessed what was going on from a distance said that the open doorway looked like a giant mole on somebody's face.
Tolgerias breathed heavily, his eyes filled with yearning, "Yesss… it's just as I thought… the family's blood is the key," he whispered, "The secrets of this device will be mine… I can almost taste its essence…"
"Mmfff."
The Cowled Wizard turned his attention onto Valygar who staggered himself up. The stalker had had enough, the hate sparking in his smouldering brown orbs. So he decided to kill the mage.
Tolgerias only managed a short cry of dismay when Valygar charged forwards faster than anyone could have expected from a tied up man.
"Stop-!"
"MMM-!"
WHAP!
THUD!
Shock rippled through everyone at what just unfolded. A solid blow to the head with the axe haft sent Valygar crashing to the side when Korgan intercepted the enraged human. The bewildered stalker looked up with dazed eyes at the dwarf standing between him and the grinning Cowled Wizard.
The berserker had both axes crossed in front of him, snarling down at Valygar, "Hold yer place, boyo. 'Tis bad form tae cut out on a quest 'afore it can begin."
Davish hauled the stalker up so high his feet dangled above the ground. The killing look remained fixated on Tolgerias though he would alternate to Korgan periodically.
"Hah ha! Wonderful!" the Cowled Wizard proclaimed, clapping his hands, "You're turning out to be a worthy investment, Korgan, quick on your toes, unlike the rest of these dregs," a disdaining sweep over the abashed mages.
"Shut yer gob, wizard. I didnae do it fer ye," the comment earning a curious glance from Valygar.
"As for you, Corthala," Tolgerias hissed, "What are we to do? That was very rude of you, attempting to harm your guests like that. Something ought to be done about your hospitality… but what?"
The mage's tenor sent shivers down Valygar's spine.
Glorcia quipped from the background, "Master Tolgerias, what about that special present you've had commissioned?"
A sinister smile crept across his lips, "Ah, yes. Thank you, Glorcia, I had completely forgotten about that, slipped my mind really."
One of the mages produced two objects from the pack on his back. He handed them to Tolgerias who dangled them in front of Valygar's bleeding face, chortling and obviously enjoying toying with the enraged stalker.
It was an unadorned brown leather collar and a palm sized stone with a single, softly glowing rune on one surface.
"Consider this a sort of… housewarming gift, if you will. A token… of our appreciation."
Tolgerias proceeded to strap the collar around Valygar's neck who could not struggle on account that Davish had a firm clutch on his head. The Cowled Wizard fixed the clasp securely, muttering an incomprehensible chant. Valygar felt a small shock followed by a tightening around his throat, not enough to give him trouble breathing but it certainly was uncomfortable.
Davish then let Valygar go, the stalker steadying himself though he swayed a bit. His brows were furrowed in concern, knowing that this 'gift' was something he was not going to like. When Tolgerias pressed his palm against the rune and the pain began he decided that he really hated the gift.
"MMMMNNNNGGGHGHG!" the rag barely muffling the tortured screams ripping out of Valygar's throat.
He dropped to the floor, spasms racking his body, convulsing so hard he thought he was blind.
"MMMNNNNGHGGGHGH!"
He died and died and died in place as every nerve within his body alighted with sharp pains, throbbing pains, burning pains, freezing pains, piercing pains, tearing pains, stabbing pains.
Tolgerias walked calmly around the tormented man, "I don't think I need to explain much at this point. Obviously you now know what the price is for being uncooperative. Really, when you think about it, you did bring this down upon yourself," he chided above the din of Valygar's screams.
The mage pressed on the rune and immediately the pain stopped. Valygar fell limp, ragged breathing the only indication that he was still alive. A few of the mages, including Madeen, looked on fearfully, their stares focussed upon the collar wrapped around his neck. Glorcia and Korgan were amused whilst Davish remained impassive to the man lying near his feet.
"Don't worry, Corthala. You still have the use of your limbs and you're not going to die… unless I forget to turn it off. I believe you can already figure out that it will be a very slow… and an eternally painful death," turning to Glorcia he added, "I'm quite pleased with its performance, it works better than expected. Remind me to give whoever made this an added bonus."
"Noted, Master Tolgerias."
Tolgerias bent down to look into Valygar's face where sweat streamed down. Despite the torture he went through, the stalker was still strong enough to glare hatefully back at the Cowled Wizard's cold visage.
The wizard cocked his head to the side, speaking in a quieter, more dangerous voice, "You've delayed me long enough, Corthala. Did you honestly think I would have let you go without punishment, without retribution? The audacity of you, to get in my way! What right have you to defy me so, you're nothing compared to me! You're a lost cause Corthala, you do nothing with your wealth, unworthy of your title and even more inconceivably you have no aspirations to wield the powers that reside within this sphere!"
Tolgerias stood up, rage overtaking his normally composed features, "Do you realize what you could've done? Do you? The potential of this device, wasted. Wasted! You would've left it here in the middle of the slums, standing around like some bloody monument for all these worthless, filthy, insignificant beggars to gawk at! I could not stand by and watch such a thing happen, never!"
Then he pressed the rune stone again.
"MMNNGGH-MMNGGHHHH!"
The Cowled Wizard continued, stepping over Valygar, "Your actions have only proven to me that only I am worthy of wielding such powers. Only I am skilled enough I will have what I deserve and no spoiled backwater brat is going to stop me from getting it, do you understand?"
"MMMNNGGGHGHHH!"
By now everybody was looking at Tolgerias who continued glaring balefully at the writhing form of Valygar. Gradually the anger washed away back to simmering disdain.
"But I am not without reason. I'm keeping you alive because your anger will serve us both equally, in fact, I'd say it's your greatest strength. Your wrath shall carve a path through the unknown dangers of this place and we shall win any encounters because you cannot fail. I know about your family oath, Corthala and I say take this chance to redeem your bloodline. It's not really me you should be so concerned about. Somewhere… in there… Lavok awaits," he declared, pointing towards the open entrance.
"MMMNNGHGGHHH!"
Tolgerias pressed the rune, Valygar falling limp once more as the pain receded.
"Perhaps you did not hear me over your own screaming, so I shall clarify myself. You want Lavok dead. I want Lavok dead. Regardless of what our plans are for the Planar Sphere, if that necromancer still lives he is a threat to us both. Instead of trying to slay us, you should take this opportunity to work with us. Even your former companion, Korgan here finds the benefits of joining us. While we certainly could do this without you, I believe an extra sword hand is always welcome… however you certainly would have problems going on your own. Face it Corthala… you need us if you want any hope of completing your family's oath."
Valygar remained lying on his back, his chest heaving though his smouldering eyes remained fixated on Tolgerias. The wizard looked back, contemplation bordering contempt… then he saw Valygar's eyes fill with regret… and he knew the stalker's decision.
Tolgerias came to a conclusion, "Davish, untie him. Corthala, I'm putting an absurd amount of trust that you'll do the right thing, though of course," he grinned, holding up the rune stone, "this certainly makes things easier. Oh, come now, don't give me that look. I bet you're thinking this is some kind of hostage situation or a form of blackmail. Don't be so crude, think of it more as… motivation. Here you are on the verge of achieving your goal with the assistance of a cadre of Cowled Wizards and that collar there is simply to ensure you remain focussed on accomplishing our quest. Where you falter, I only have to give you… a little jolt to remind you of your place. Honestly, Corthala, your choices are slim. And I'm telling you this for your own good, pride is such an inconvenience so dash it all… and be a good dog. What say you, Corthala?"
Valygar was kneeling, breathing deeply and staring at the ground. One of the mages had placed his katanas on the ground in front of him. Everybody was silent awaiting the next move.
After a few moments, Valygar steadied his breathing and grasped both katanas, slowly rising up. He still looked weary from the pain he had been put through, pale and slightly stiff, yet strength was gradually returning. Murder remained shining in his brown orbs. His grip tightened on both handles, conflicting emotions racking his face. He took one small step forward, slightly lifting one katana.
Immediately all the mages tensed, Korgan quietly muttering, "Donnae be an idjit, boyo."
Valygar strode right up to Tolgerias until they were face to face. The Cowled Wizard did not flinch, his smirk remaining in place as he mockingly wagged the collar's rune stone by their heads. They stared at each other for the next few tense moments.
"…."
"…."
Finally, the stalker sheathed both katanas behind his back.
"... When this is over… I'll kill you," each syllable Valygar spoke laced with venom.
"Hah!" Tolgerias sneered, "Try saying that again the next time I actually deem you worthy enough to feel threatened by."
Never in Valygar's life did he want to punch someone so hard in their face.
The Cowled Wizard brushed past the fuming stalker, stopping before the open doorway into the sphere. The other mages sneered at Valygar as they picked up their packs and gear, lining up on either side of the path leading towards the entrance. Korgan roughly bumped into him as he made his way to stand next to Tolgerias.
Glorcia's voice grated out, "We've wasted enough time. Come now, doggy, lead the way!"
Valygar shook with anger at the other mages derisive laughter. As he made his way towards the circular doorway he sent each one such a hard glare that one by one their amusement died away to a nervous chuckle.
He paused before the opening… and then he forgot all about them, about Korgan, about Tolgerias. They did not matter anymore.
The world faded away and though as he looked into the unfathomable darkness… he knew he was looking into something. The disgust he felt at having to do the bidding of magic users faded away, the light sprinkle of trepidation slowly growing into an uncontrollable flood of fervour. Beyond that gaping maw a presence was patiently waiting, anticipating his arrival. He felt it… the hesitation before the plunge… the slight resistance of flesh before piercing steel… the world between dreaming and awake… the completion after emptiness…
…The space between echoes.
…MOOTHEEERRRR!
He breathed in deeply once.
Waiting…
… Valygar stepped through the doorway.
BGBGBGBGBGBGBGBGBG
"Ya know," one of the mages grumbled, "I wouldn't be surprised if we've been going along this tunnel long enough to reach the other side of this damn thing."
The group dourly nodded their assent. They had been travelling along the metal walkway and not coming across anything. It would not have been so bad had they not felt like they had been walking through nothingness. Other than the girded path beneath their feet, the tunnel was made of solid darkness. One mage had placed her hand against it and was surprised to touch an actual surface like the shadows had become substantial.
Valygar remained taciturn, very much uncomfortable with his present company. He led the way, the collar around his neck was a constant irritation with Davish at his side and the giant mage was no fountain of security. His mood darkened with each step as the situation grew bleaker like his chances of survival. The stalker had no illusions that Pan and her group would seek his rescue… they owed him no allegiance just as they expected him to give them none. From what he could discern from his conversation with Jaheira they had their own objectives and by abandoning him they freed themselves to pursue them. It is what he would have done. Valygar accepted that his end was inevitable and if that is so, he must accomplish the one thing he had set out to do.
All that matters now is Lavok.
However, as the proverbial saying goes, they soon saw a light at the end of the tunnel. It was a doorway, the same shape and size as the one leading into the sphere. Beyond it, he could make out a brightly lit room.
The group entered, relieved that there was actually something within the sphere, taking in their new surrounding with interest. The room was circular, the walls looking as if they were carved out of polished limestone that connected with the roof of transparent blue glass. The floor was turquoise and at its center there was a frieze depicting a star surrounded by tiny planets, each one connected to the other by a black line. They could not see a discernable light source though it looked as if they were out in the daylight.
Other than the door way they had entered through, there were two other smaller rounded entrances as well. One of them led into another pitch black tunnel but the other one was closed, the metal door patterned with geometric designs. In the center was an illuminated crevice, a carved shape set inside.
Tolgerias paused before the door, "I do believe that we want to go through here."
One of the mages, a stocky man with an unshaven face called to his superior, "Master Tolgerias, what about this one?" indicating with a nod of his head towards the other open entrance.
"Hmm? Well if you deem it important, why don't you go see where it leads to? Hurry along now and quickly report back," Tolgerias commanded, not even looking at who he was talking to.
The mage gulped, wishing that he had not opened his mouth. He nervously looked at the others who all had varying degrees of pity.
"Uh… M-master Tolgerias… I, uh…"
"Are you disobeying me? Go now!"
The mage startled, his fear of going alone quickly replaced by his fear of Tolgerias. He disappeared off into the tunnel, the echo of his steps fading.
Valygar remained expressionless though he was secretly glad that there was one less wizard in the room. He stood silently to the side as the other mages conferred around the door trying to figure how to open it, snatches of their deliberation reaching his ears.
"… try knocking…"
"…no need for a password…"
"… a keyhole of some sort…"
He tuned them out, not keen in sharing their presence. However his anger grew when he saw Korgan stalk towards him. This dwarf was the cause of all this. He betrayed the others to collect the bounty reward for himself and now he collaborates with the Cowled ones. He knew that Korgan felt no regret just as he was sure the concept of mercy was equally as alien. As far as Valygar was concerned the dwarf was no better than the robed figures.
The berserker had a cold smile on his face as he approached but before he could say a word, a shriek pierced the air.
"AAAAHHHHH!"
All the Cowled Wizards cried in surprise, turning towards where the scream came from… it was the tunnel that the lone mage had been sent to explore. Both Valygar and Korgan drew their weapons while the mages readied themselves.
Korgan called to Tolgerias who had a look of concern, "Oi, it seems that ye'll be getting yer report pretty soon!"
The screaming grew louder followed by a pounding noise the closer the returning mage got. Soon they could make out his figure emerging from the darkness. Valygar drew in a breath… something big was right behind him.
"HELP! IT'S TRYING TO KILL ME!" the desperation echoing out as evident as the pure fear crying on the mage's face.
Just when the mage reached the doorway, he stumbled, tripping over the ledge flat on his front. Quickly, he turned around, madly trying to scramble back on all fours, looking back into the tunnel.
"NOOO! NO, HELP MEEEEE-!"
His final cry was cut short when a ridiculously massive metallic hand reached out from beyond the doorway and seized the hapless mage's head, completely encompassing it. Valygar's mind raced.
The mage was easily lifted off the floor like he weighed nothing and for one heart-stopping moment, he just dangled there…
SPLRTCH!
"Oh dear gods!" Madeen cried, looking faint.
With the ease of squeezing rotten fruit, the huge hand crushed the mage's skull, showering the floor with a spray of blood, bone and brain. The body collapsed to the ground still twitching.
Everyone stared at the remains of the mage but their attention was soon drawn to the iron golem that emerged from the doorway.
"Ach, the hospitality o' this place be needing work," Korgan darkly muttered.
Any further comments on his part were interrupted by the challenging roar of the golem before it charged towards them.