The Devil of Amaranth
By Deuce Traveler
Chapter Three
Deuce Traveler figured it was a
few hours past noon when they reached the cavern entrance to
Doom. Esk had met him on the Riversy Ferry going towards the
Miramor Road. She had been silent the entire trip, except to bid
Deuce a good night during their stay at the Grinning Pig Tavern
in Miramor. Deuce made himself feel better about his
companions lack of conversation, by wooing the barmaid,
Lora, to a night in his room. Outsiders always fascinated the
people of the hidden city Miramor. Esk had been waiting outside
his door in the morning, her eyes lifeless. They continued on the
long journey until they reached the caverns of Doom.
The caverns were built inside a volcano, the entrance looking
like a blister against the green forest landscape of the nearby
Miramor woods. Deuce quickly donned jet-black leather armor, and
prepared two black gleaming daggers he put in scabbards near his
hips. Esk took time to don some dyed dark chain mail armor, chain
links wrapped with thin cloth in an attempt to make her quieter,
an engraved sword in her right hand, a square shield with black
cloth wrapped around the silver face in her left. Making sure the
entrance was clear of guards, Deuce and Esk slipped towards the
lip of the cave.
Finally, Esk spoke. "Deuce, I'm after a rare book in the
library. Will you help me find it?"
"Sure, if you help me get the Axe," Deuce stated.
"My help is never for free, after all."
"Even between friends? Deuce, that book is important to me.
I can't talk about why, but I've been chasing leads towards it's
location in campaigns for years," Esk told the rogue, her
eyes filled with guilt and her voice desperate for some sign of
forgiveness.
"Fine, let's get the book, and then get you on your way. I
can handle the rest since it will be easier to sneak through this
underground fortress without an armored warrioress behind
me,"
Deuce snapped.
"I would not hesitate to do it for you, and without an
attitude, if you told me your need was great."
"Yes, but I'm not you, Esk."
The comrades entered the cavern. Bones were strewn in the first
large cave and from the large claw marks on fresh earth, it
looked as if a large beast had recently left it, maybe to go out
hunting for food. Deuce scouted ahead of Esk and down the cavern,
for what felt to be almost a mile until reaching man-made
corridors.
"I wonder how they get clean air this far down," Deuce
whispered to Esk.
"It's a dwarven mystery, or maybe it's magic. Let's
continue."
Deuce snuck into the corridor, looking for guards. He was
surprised to find none near this rear entrance, but he realized
that whatever creature usually lived in that first cave was
probably dangerous enough to keep most intruders at bay. He found
a number of side doors, when he peeked in he found that most of
them leading to empty barracks in the middle of this day. On the
other wall, he found a door leading to a library and motioned Esk
to follow him in. The two of them quietly entered the empty room
and Esk started searching the bookshelves.
"Esk, I saw a lot of empty cots in those barracks. It looks
like their building an army in here," Deuce whispered.
"I need you to look for a large, black book with letters
imprinted on the cover in red and gold," Esk ignored Deuce,
not sure what the sell sword was getting at.
Deuce sighed and started looking. The build up of forces in this
recently created fortress could only mean that an attack was
being prepared against Miramor. He would definitely have to get
the word out to the people of Miramor. It was usually not his
business to care, but something nagged at him when he thought of
the people of Miramor coming to harm. They were so helpful in his
quest to find Caitlyn and the lost elven kingdom. Shaking such
thoughts from his mind he continued to look for Esk's book.
Deuce estimated that a half hour must have gone by in this little
used library when Esk removed a dust-covered book from its shelf.
Her hands shook as she opened it and began to flip through its
pages. She smiled and said, "It's here. Five years of
searching and I finally find this."
"What is it, Esk?"
Esk looked at Deuce, not sure how to answer. "It tells where
I can find lost knowledge. Not on how to farm or how to raise
horses. Deuce, this book tells me what I have to do to understand
it all."
"Esk, you're losing me. What is in that book?"
"A guide to the path I must walk to understand mortals
through greater than mortal eyes. I can learn why we hurt the
one's we love, why when everything seems to be working right in
the world everything turns to crap." Esk began to talk
passionately, "Why a little girl named Cmot had to grow up
in the torn down Lucy's Brothel, and become a prostitute. I want
to know why a man with a broken beer bottle scarred that girl. Do
you know what happened to that girl? She became a diseased two
bit whore in the slums, since no 'decent' man wanted some
'scarred slut'," Esk spit on that last part as if
remembering a quote. "I want to know how come her prayers
were answered and one morning she woke up reborn in a new body.
Did one of the many gods she prayed to hear her prayers at night?
Was it a passing mage who took pity on her suffering form? All I
know is that with my new clean body I became Esk and learned the
sword as opposed to the street corners. And when I was a bitter
mercenary for hire, I met the most wonderful man who had a cause
and believed in helping others just to help."
Esk continued, her voice no longer a whisper. "We joined a
more noble mercenary guild called Khan's Troopers of the Night,
and I had a new family. We would protect one another. I was
happy. Then one day in a fierce battle in Nengtaroth, I got
ambushed. We were surrounded and Rothor couldn't fight his way to
me. You were there, Deuce. You said you found the jewels you were
after, but then you came back. I might have died if it wasn't for
you; the gods know I was close to death after the injuries I
sustained. Since that moment Rothor called you a brother when we
talked about our friends in private. I bet you didn't know that,
did you? But Rothor always blamed himself for not knowing about
the ambush and started following the green flow when we would
campaign together. Just a little bit at first, then more and
more. I watched him get addicted and I couldn't get him to stop.
Then I left him and watched him kill himself some more, but from
a distance this time. And now I don't know whether to help him or
not, anymore. Everything I seem to touch goes to hell. I'm tired,
Deuce! I want answers! Why do these things keep happening to me?
I don't deserve this, I want something good to come from my life
just once and not destroy itself!" Esk was yelling now, and
Deuce prayed that the walls were thick.
"Esk," Deuce began quietly, "I don't know what the
answer is. I would say that what happened isn't your fault, but
you'd never believe me. Sometimes life is horrible, no matter
what actions we take. I can't give you some magical piece of
wisdom and make it all better, and I doubt that book can, either.
I do know one thing, though. The dwarves of Rockby still believe
in Rothor and if we get that artifact of theirs to him, he can
destroy his life, but it will still be Rothor who returned it.
They'll remember him for the man he was, not for the man he has
become. I'm going for the Axe, and I think I'll need you with
me."
Esk looked deep into Deuce's eyes, seeing a part of the rogue she
never knew was there. Rothor told her once it existed in Deuce,
but for the very first time she began to believe it. "For
the man I loved, I'm with you."
Chapter Four
Deuce looked relieved and
nodded. This was the Esk he knew. The one who would risk her life
for that of her companions simply because she believed it was the
right thing to do. He opened the door to the corridor to peek
outside, and what he saw made his jaw drop. Their search of the
library did not go unheard. A half dozen smiling Doom soldiers
stood behind a scholarly, bald man who held a little lantern
outstretched in his hands, whispering an incantation. Deuce had
seen such a lantern before. Slamming the door closed he screamed,
"Esk, get back!"
The fireball cast from the lantern ripped through the oak library
door, the concussive blast tossing the rogue backwards. Esk
stared at her friend who laid on the ground, motionless, his
clothes torn, and skin gashed from small pieces of shattered
wood. Yelling a battle cry, she cast herself into the corridor,
sword flashing. A surprised soldier was beginning to walk into
the library as she ran out, and he lost his head for his
carelessness. The next nearest soldier lost a few teeth and was
felled as Esk brought her shield up to his chin with her other
arm. The bald man began another incantation with his lantern,
stepping behind one of his soldiers in fear, and not
concentrating on his aim. As Esk continued to parry and block the
remaining four soldiers attacks she kept an eye on the bald
man, which cost her a few cuts on her arms and sides. Finally,
she was rewarded as he finished his words, and the lantern glowed
a bright red. Esk rolled underneath the fireball, tucking into a
ball, and coming up with her sword in a slashing arc at the
soldier who was guarding the man. The soldier fell, almost split
in half by Esks engraved sword. Screams behind her told her
that the fireball had hit some of the soldiers she was engaged
in. Esk impaled the bald man through the ribs, his dying scream
ringing her ears. Esk felt a blade find its way past a space in
her armor and slash her shield arm. Screaming, she swung wildly
as she turned, lopping off her attacker's sword arm. The soldier
stared dumbly for a moment at his bleeding stump, then fell over
into shock. The man whose teeth she knocked out with her shield
began to recover, so Esk walked quickly toward him and buried her
sword in his chest. Esk's entire fight took thirty seconds. Esk
panted heavily and started to bandage her bleeding shield arm
when she heard heavy boot steps behind her.
From down the corridor an aging, armored man walked confidently
towards her. He wore an armsmasters badge on his right
breast and carried a gray sword and shield. His piercing, black
eyes studied her for a moment before he spoke, "I am Lord
Cantos, the Royal Armsmaster. I would have you know, theres
no escape. When I was recently told of your presence I ordered
some of my men to block the exits to Doom, the rest of the
guards are retrieving their armor and weapons and will soon
fill these halls. If you surrender, I promise that we will show
such a beautiful woman as yourself mercy."
Esk smirked bitterly at that, remembering the tales she had heard
about the men of Dooms mercy. She said nothing, needing to
save her already labored breath. She saluted the man with her
sword, spit at his feet, and engaged him. She was immediately put
onto the defensive, as the man fought like the master he bragged
to be, making his sword dance again and again through her
defenses. She knew she would be his equal if her shield arm
hadnt already been injured and hanging limply by her side.
He took his time, enjoying cutting her arms and sides, smiling
with each new strike.
The warrioress anger began to build. She would be damned if
she was going to be defeated by this sadist. Roaring a battle
cry, she surprised him by slamming him against the wall while his
sword was upraised, and piercing his gut through his armor with
her sword. She moved to shove her blade deeper into the
armsmaster, but fell back a step when she slipped on the
cobblestone floor that was slick with blood from fallen bodies.
Lord Cantos backhanded her with his mailed fist, and Esk crashed
to the ground, dazed. The man dropped his shield and held the
wound in his gut, his face purple with rage as he raised his
sword. "Die whore."
An angry growl came from the darkness and a large, black shape
flew from out of the shadows and tackled the man to the ground.
Deuces dagger gleamed in the torchlight of the corridor as
he brought it down on the armsmaster again and again until the
mans crumpled form shivered and stilled. Deuce stood up,
his clothes spotted with blood, and looked at Esk in concern.
"Are you alright?"
Esk was a bit stunned by her friends savagery, but still
accepted his hand as he helped her up. "Im fine,
thanks for the help. I..." A crossbow bolt shot over their
heads.
The mercenaries ducked in reflex and saw armed men beginning to
come from rooms down the corridor. Without a word, they ran back
towards the cavern entrance. At the place where the cavern met
the corridor stood four soldiers guarding the entrance, fear
appearing in their eyes as the bloodied and tattered rogue and
warrioress came down upon them like devils from a nightmare. The
battle lasted only a few seconds before all four of them
retreated back into Doom, holding the light wounds already dealt
upon their bodies.
Deuce watched them go out of earshot and told Esk, "Im
going back in. Rothor needs that artifact, and I can slip back
inside if you distract them for me here."
"Ive changed my mind about not helping you, the book
is important to me, but I can wait another day. The place is
alive with soldiers, and youre not going to be able to
fight them all alone."
"You forget, I dont have to," Deuce answered and
stepped into the shadows. Even though Esk knew where he was and
could hear his voice, she had trouble keeping her eyes on his
outline. "Esk, Im the only one of us that can do this
now. You got what you came for, now I only need you to make them
believe youve retreated from Doom from their superior
numbers. Do this for me and I swear to you I can get to that
Axe."
She knew he was right. Deuce seemed to be able to slip into
anywhere, and although she was the by far the better fighter,
that was only going to help so much against an army.
"Go," she said grimly. She thought she heard him
shuffling back into the corridor. "He wants a
distraction," thought Esk. She heard armored soldiers
marching towards her as she readied her sword. "Ill
give him carnage the gods will see."
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