Music: Voices of War
Think there's still time?
It depends on the caster...and how hard the victim is clinging to this world...I'd say...Virgil should return.
*Breaks the seal on the scroll of Resurrection.*
Get up, Virgil! We're not done yet...
It's working!
Well, he has two options...do it the normal way...or,become a zombie...
Virgil's lifeless body returns to life and rose slowly..a wry smile on his lips.
Virgil, what happened here?
These men...they were the men who killed my brother..
Lawrence?
*He looks around at them, almost with pity.* I had come here tonight to confront my past, once and for all. I knew that it would most certainly lead to my own death, but I just couldn't run from it any longer..
Start from the beginning, Virgil. You owe me that much...
Yes...it no longer holds any power over me. *He takes a deep breath.* Before I met you, before I met Joachim, I was very different. I was a criminal, really, an evil man..there's no other way to say it, and I don't mind admitting it to you now...
*Nods.*
I lived my life like a dead man...well, at least in the sense that I used to view such things. I cared very little for anything at all, I lived only from moment to moment, no sense of right or wrong...I stole, or lied, or even killed with no thought for morality or consequence. And the men I associated with were the same way...such lives feed upon themselves.
Your family?
We moved to Caladon when I was younger. Lawrence and I were close in our early years, but the life I chose to lead as I grew older was repulsive to him, and we finally had a falling out. At the time, I didn't care...the dead have no family, and remember not their pasts...
I see.
This place, *He motions around him.* is a place for the walking dead...a place where men gather to feed their darker sides. I knew it well...too well. I spent a lot of time here..time and money. I also gambled with men who make a living doing so...and one night I lose more money than I had...
And you didn't pay?
I was threatened physically when I couldn't pay...but what is pain to dead men? I laughed and bled and spat on them. It was only then that they threatened to kill my brother if I didn't pay. Of course, I thought it was only a threat, and, really, in the end I didn't feel anything about the matter. I'd left all of that behind me...or at least that's what I thought...
I'm sorry, Virgil.
I can't tell you the pain which tore open my very soul when I found Lawrence, bleeding and broken, the life gone out of him. I cursed myself, and the gods, and everything else I had forsaken, and I ran. I ran so far and so fast that I don't remember anything until I...
Virgil, enough. It's over.
What? Who are you?
How did he get here? Hands up! *Raises his gun.* No sudden moves!
*Calmly replies.* I am Elder Joachim.
Virgil's mentor?
Yes. It is I. I must apologize...I have been so busy trying to find out who was trying to kill you and why, that I neglected to consider the fact that you might need my help in other matters. But, you are alive and so I rejoice...
How did you know where to find us?
I'd heard that Virgil was back in Caladon, alone. I feared the worst, as I knew a little more about his past than you did. I've been searching for him for the past week, and only now did I find him. You've changed much, young Virgil...
Yes, Joachim. And I have seen much. But I still remember the lessons you taught me. They have brought me through all of this. Even through death itself...
I knew from the moment I saw you that you were special somehow, that you were meant for more than the life you left behind. And I see that I was right...the Living One couldn't have chosen a better companion. You will be a powerful in the battle to come...
Speaking of battles, what have YOU been doing, Joachim?
Aside from needing a trim on his beard and conveniently dropping by after his disciple gets murdered? Not much.
Well, since I left Stillwater, I've been trying to find out if the prophecies say anymore about what is you're supposed to be doing. Unless I've missed something, Arronax hasn't yet returned. What have YOU found out?
The prophecies are true..the dark elves of T'sen Ang are trying to bring him back from the Void. I know not how, but it involves the Ring of Brodgar. Theirs is a convoluted plot involving the dwarves and a hapless human named Gilbert Bates. I'm afraid I'm at a loss myself on how to stop him now.
Ah. That's quite a tale. You've done very well, and I think your journey is approaching the end...Why not visit the Temple of Panarii at Caladon. Perhaps they may grant you some assistance?
I hope so. Are you coming with us, Joachim?
No...I think that you're in capable hands. *He smiles at Virgil.* I am no longer needed here, but I'm sure I can find something to keep me busy. Good luck. May the spirit of Nasrudin be with you and guide your path. Farewell...
Farewell, Joachim. *Turns towards Virgil.* Virgil?
I was just saying that I came here tonight to face my past, and to avenge my brother whom I betrayed. These men were the men who killed him. I knew that I wouldn't survive, but the weight of his death, and my cowardice, were too much to bear any longer. And here you found me...
Silly, you could've asked for help...and I'd gladly give it. I'm glad you're back. Will you join us, again?
Yes, of course I will journey with you--as your protector, and as your friend. As if I've got a bloody choice! Aren't we all just pawns of prophecy? *He laughs*
I'm glad, Virgil. Shall we?
Yes...let us continue on..
Arf! Arf!
He saved you like that too, boy. You remember, don't you?
*Barks in acknowledgment*
Pfft. As if we needed healers in the first place...ah well, welcome back.
These two shared a deep bond...I envy them.
Of that, I have no doubt.
What is your tale, Quiet One?
Mine is a tale older than your age, elf...Gilford found me, and freed me. Let's leave it at that.
I see.
Later...at the Misk's Residence.
Hello, Ms. Misk. Have you a moment?
Certainly.
I've found out who sold the information about Victor...
You have? Who was it?
Who else? The butler did it...
I see. *There is a great sadness in her eyes.* Well, I suppose you just never know about people. Even the ones closest to you. Perhaps there was some justice in his untimely death. Thank you for your help, sir...
What do you mean, his 'untimely death'?
Haven't you heard? He was found in his home a few days ago, a knife buried in his heart. Perhaps there was something to that curse after all. Well, I thank you for your help in the matter, sir...
I'll be off then.
Looks like he got what he deserved.
Yes...let's make our way to the Panarii Temple.
Later...outside the Temple.
Music:
Haven
Think we'll find some answers here?
Well, they ARE dedicated on Nasrudin and whole Living One prophecy, don't they? Let's go inside.
Ah..the Archaeon.
Mmm...Arronax is not the only ones banished there...
What do you suppose happened to them all in the Void?
Who knows really? Maybe they went to different places in the Void and never met? There's the Mighty Gorgoth...
Kraka-tur....the Bane of Kree..and Kerghan the Terrible.
I've heard of that one..Kerghan was one of the Elven Council...dabbled in necromancy...too deep into it and was banished for it...
Best watch out, Geoffrey, or you're next...
Oh, really? I was about to say the same thing to you,...Quencher of Lives...
Heh,...well. These guys are banished before Arronax. Curious.
After a great battle to banish Arronax...Nasrudin was mortally wounded. Afterwards, he traveled to the southernmost tip of the island and there laid himself to rest.
The second last verse...The Prophecy of the Living One.
"And His spirit shall be reborn on wings of fire in hills shrouded in fog, and there he shall fight the final battle with the evil one."
Unless we missed something, Arronax wasn't there last we visited Shrouded Hills.
Perhaps the priests might be able to assist us further...
I'll help you to explain the situation. Vouch for you. I'm sure Elder Joachim has sent word ahead of your arrival.
Oh please, there's no need for that...
I see. You finally did it?
What? What are you talking about?
Do you have any idea what that means? It's you! You're the Living One! It's a miracle!
Let's not blow this out of proportion...
Out of proportion? This is an astronomical event! The return of Nasrudin! The final battle! The end of all we know, and a new beginning! The most amazing....
Fine! I am the Living One! Do as I say, and shut up!
*Chuckles.*
Of course, of course...*He composes himself, but just barely.* Forgive my excitement, exalted one. We have waited for you for a long time...
Let's keep this between us for now.
Of course! But you must listen to me...we were warned by the high priest to expect your arrival. And he told us to scorn you as an impostor. For some reason, he refuses to believe.
(That's odd.) I can understand his position...the whole thing is a bit odd..
*Laughs.* There are times when all of us find it difficult to follow the path chosen for us. In the end...does it really matter if you were or you weren't? You seem intent on discovering what has happened, and already you and Arronax have crossed paths. If you thwart his plans, you will have played the ROLE of the Living One. Is there any difference in the end?
I suppose not. I just wish people would stop trying to kill me, though. For saving the world. Et cetera.
I'm not worried. You've come this far..regardless of what you think, I feel that fate has chosen a worthy champion. Now, how can I be of further service?
Yes....(Time to draw upon the Panarii's resources.) What can I expect from the people around here?
You should be very careful about who you reveal yourself to. If you speak with Hadrian the archeologist, you may not want to tell him - he's a great man of faith, but he is old; belief in him will come slowly. Gunther Willhelm is a brilliant man, and open to new ideas...I believe he will accept you immediately.
Thank you. I will remember that. I have some questions about Arronax.
What would you like to know about Arronax?
Who was he?
Arronax was an elf on the original Elven Council, during the Age of Legends. According to the histories, Arronax was a very evil elf...he had personal interests in gaining control of the council and using it for his own, dark ends. Arronax thought not that only should elves rule, but that they should subjugate the other races. Nasrudin came to our defense.
Tell me about the Council...
The Elven Council was a group of elves who ruled Arcanum during the Age of Legends. It was made up of powerful elven mages..and their leader was Nasrudin. Together they oversaw the well-being of all the races. The council was disbanded soon after the death of Nasrudin. They felt that their time had passed - it was no for ANYONE to rule over all of the races.
Where is Arronax now? In the Void?
Yes...he was banished by Nasrudin and the Council after a large battle near the Ring of Brodgar. Arronax had waged war against the Council...it is speculated that he had tried to wrest control of the council from Nasrudin. Nasrudin died from woudns he received in that battle.
And the Void? What is it?
Well, my friend, that is an area of some debate. Many say that the Void is an actual place, a plane of existence where the evil pay for their transgressions for all of eternity. Others say that the Void is merely a state of unbeing...not a physical place. What is known that is that when someone is banished they are no longer here...and they cannot come back.
How is that any different from death? Why not simply kill him?
Death, as proven through magick, is sometimes a temporary state - entities can be resurrected.
*Glances at Virgil.*
There is no 'resurrection' from the Void. Banishment was a permanent solution, a punishment of the highest degree. It's never done anymore. There are those who believe the knowledge of how to do so has been lost forever.
(Well, they're dead wrong.) I've heard of the Prophecies of the Living One. Tell me about this...
Ah, the return of both Arronax and Nasrudin...
And what do your prophecies say of this?
This is what we call the 'Return of the Living One'. And I quote...'Nasrudin's pure spirit will be reborn on...'
The crashed remains of the IFS Zephyr...near Shrouded Hills. I know...hell, I EXPERIENCED that part. How does that make any sense?
You see...the return of Nasrudin, who we will call 'The Living One', will be time of rejoicing, but also a time of darkness, as it heralds also the return of Arronax, 'the evil one.'
But you said he was banished...permanently.
That is a subject of debate. Some believe that the 'return' of Arronax and Nasrudin, for that matter will be accomplished through reincarnation...the rebirth of their spirits, not their physical forms. Others believe that the whoe affair is merely symbolic...
*Glances aroudn the room and notices Geoffrey taking a nap while seated. Sebastian nodded and stifled a yawn.*
....and representative of the conflict we are seeing today between magick and technology...
And what do YOU believe, Alexander?
*He smiles.* Call me archaic, but I'm a firm believer in a literal translation of the scriptures. I believe that both of them will be embodied, and that a war will be waged here, in this existence. I, for one will be ready for that conflict.
*Gauges the warrior priest before him.* (He's not fucking around...) You said there are other scholars here in the First Temple of Panarii who knows more...where might I find them, Alexander?
Each of them have office just through the doors behind me. When we're finished speaking, I will unlock the doors for you.
Well, I'm finished. May I see them?
Of course!
Wake up, Geoffrey! *Shoves the necromancer's shoulder.*
Gah! Uh. FINE. Damned lectures...
Try to endure...we've more questions to ask.
Greetings. And who are you, sir?
The man in front of Gilford is very properly dressed - instead of robes he wears a finely-made suit. His features are delicate, but his eyes belie a strength of body and character, as well as harboring a fierce intellience. He regards Gilford, intensely.
I am Willhelm. Gunther Willhelm.
A pleasure, sir. What exactly do you do, here?
I am the church historian. I have a variety of responsibilities here, from translations to document restorations, as well as authentication of any literary finds. If it's written, and it has to do with the Panarii, it's my job to know about it. Does that answer your questions?
What are you currently working on?
*He points towards some books on his desk. His movements are quick, and precise.* Currently, I am doing some research on older translations of the Archaeon...I have found some interesting discrepancies that I am looking into...
Discrepancies? What do you mean?
There are a few differences in some of the passages that I've found in this earlier copy. I'll give you an example - the Arcaheon we read today refers to our order as the 'Panarii'. The word Panarii in the old tongue, means 'light-servant' or 'follower'. But in this older copy I'm studying, we are referred to as the 'Pan-R'nes', which means 'defenders of the gate'. Very odd...
(Could it be that the Panarii was supposedly created to protect the magical wards at the Ring of Brodgar?) Interesting. Was there anything else, Gunther?
A few minor things...I'm still working on the translations. Perhaps it's something we can speak of later...
There's a statue in the courtyard...who is that?
That statue is of Saint Mannox...one of the early Elders of the church.
Why was he made a saint?
Saint Mannox was the only person - REPUTEDLY - to have 'ascended'. That is, the spirit of Nasrudin appeared and took his body directly from this plane of existence to the next.
You say 'reputedly', Gunther. Do you not believe?
*He smiles.* There is no doubt in my mind that Mannox was a very holy man. My belief in an inconclusive set of circumstances does not invalidate that fact, regardless of how that might reflect on my own faith.
Surely there must be eyewitnesses to the event?
There were two, actually. One was an elf named R'aan-Dar, and the other...what was his name...K'an Hua.
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Dungeon
....wait... Did you say, K'an Hua?
Yes..their accounts of the incident were almost exactly the same, and both were beautifully written...
*Whispers.* Hey, Gilford, want me to snoop around?
No..not yet..it could be a mistake..just a coincidence.
But what if it's true?
No,..not enough evidence. *Turns towards Gunther.* What else can you tell me of Saint Mannox, Gunther?
Almost all of the records concerning the life of the Great Saint have been lost over the years...very little is known about him, or what he did before he was...ahem...taken. *Smirks slightly* Of course, there are the usual insubstantial accounts of miracles. *He seems to remember himself, straightening.* And, of course, there's Alexander...
Alexander? What does Alexander have to do with this?
You haven't heard? He almost never speaks of it...the man has enough humility for all of us. Alexander is a direct descendant of Mannox...his family has held the position of First Acolyte for the last 1500 years...
That's quite a legacy...
Yes, it is. And there's no better man to bear it - Alexander is a saint in his own right. There are few men I respect, my friend. Alexander is a noble soul...do you know anything of him?
Only bits and pieces..we've only met. Tell me more..
Alexander hasn't always been with us here at the Temple. You see the First Acolyte's role, in any Panarii temple, is as spiritual leader AND war-lord. Symbolically, he is to assume these roles just as Nasrudin did, so many years ago. Most Acolytes go into this very lightly...they might entreat the local constabulary to train them in basic combat techniques. Not so, Alexander...
What did he do?
He left us for 10 years, and studied with some of the most feared and respected masters in several combat disciplines. For his pilgrimage, he traveled to the Vendigroth Wastes and lived there, alone, until he thought himself ready to assume his post. If you know nothing of the Wastes, know this. There's no more terrible place in all of Arcanum...
Truly, he is a skilled warrior...
There's not a more dangerous man in all of Caladon. And he's very well-versed in two or three of the magick colleges as well, as are all of us who are Panarii elders. The Temple hasn't been in safer hands since it was in those of the Great Saint himself...
Indeed. I've heard that this temple is Nasrudin's final resting place...what do you know about his remains?
Me? I know very little about them, save for the documents we have associated with their discovery, and few research documents about the sarcophagus itself. Hadrian, the archaeologist, would have more information about the specifics...
Do you think that they are authentic?
*He lowers his voice.* To tell you the truth, I really don't know. I've done a lot of research into the engravings on the sarcophagus...everything seems to be in order...it just seems to me that it's all very convenient. I mean, who buried him? We have no records of that. There's no doubt that an elf of his stature would have been given an elaborate burial, but who did it? We don't know...
Doesn't the church records made mention of who made the discovery?
Yes...let me see..*He pulls a weathered tome from the shelf.* Ah...here we are...the elf's name was....K'an Hua...
*Whispers* Deny it if you wish, Gilford...but I can sense deception here.
Blah blah blah blah. Are we done yet?
*Nods.* Gunther, wasn't the person who witnessed the ascension named K'an Hua?
Why, yes...it's at least the same name. Let me look at the years..the discovery of the remains happened within a few years of the ascension of Saint Mannox. I never realized that, but you're correct. That very well might have been the same person.
We're in the spider's web, aren't we?
No. We must remain calm and bring the truth to light...you are the Living One. I believe in that.
Gunther, don't you find it strange? Perhaps a little convenient?
You're very curious about this whole affair, my friend. What is your real interested in this?
I...oh hells, I am the Living One. K'an Hua...as this letter I've discovered off a Dark Elf plot may be involved in a larger conspiracy to affect the return of Arronax to this world...
I see. *He studies Gilford a moment, calculating.* You're telling me that YOU are the sole survivor of the IFS Zephyr blimp crash?
Yes.
Gunther is silent for a long while. Then a slight smile comes over his face, and he takes Gilford's hand in his.
I was wondering when you were going to tell me. I've been looking for you for a long time, you know. The rumors abound, and we'd heard you might come calling. I'm so very glad you've decided to put your trust in me.
Thank you, Gunther. I really need to see those remains.
Listen, my friend. Not everyone here is sympathetic to your cause. Hadrian the archaeologist is the one who you need to speak with, but be very careful..he's an old and loyal friend, but belief in you will come slowly for him. He will be the best source of information regarding the remains and how you might see them, but tread lightly...subterfuge might be necessary...
I'll remember that, Gunther. Thank you for your help.
No...thank you, my friend. Return here when you've seen the remains and tell me what you find...I may be able to help you once you know what it is you're looking for....
I will, Gunther. Good bye.
Gilford calms himself before entering the archeologist's office. He reminded himself again not to give himself away to Hadrian. He will not trust the Living One easily. He turns the door handle slowly and entered. The man in front Gilford is a wizened old gnome, with wildish gray hair and beard three days grown. He looks up at Gilford, three display cases stood behind him with curious trinket on each one.
Hello. And who might you be?
Call me Hadrian! Acolyte of the Panarii, and the local expert on church archaeology. How might i help you today?
Greetings, I'm Alain Gilford. Might I speak with you a moment?
Certainly...
Tell me about some of the objects you have here...
Which one would you like to know about?
What is that? A skeleton's finger?
Yes..that is the Finger of Saint Mannox...
His finger? Why is that here?
Legend tells of a time when Saint Mannox had been captured by barbarians...they were plundering the surrounding countryside, and were holding Mannox for ransom. He told his people to refuse, so the barbarians threatened to cut off one of his fingers if he didn't comply. Mannox calmly picked up a knife, told them there would be no ransom, and cut it off himself.
Sounds like a hard man. What is the glass device?
We don't have any idea what that is ...it sure is pretty, though, eh?
Uh...I guess..what about the black gem?
That is the eye of Kraka-tur...
Really? What a terrible name.. It's a beautiful stone...
No...I mean it's REALLY the eye of Kraka-tur! When the council was banishing him, he put up quite a struggle. Somehow the monster's eye got put out, and someone found it as they were cleaning up. Dreadful creature, Kraka-tur was. If you ask Alexander about who's been banished over the year's, he'll tell you the story...
Mmm. That's enough of your exhibits, what do you know of the remains of Nasrudin? Have you seen them?
*His brow furrows* No, and I'd do anything to see those old bones of his! There are so many questions I could answer if I could only have a look at them! When he died, how he died...I want to know if his skeletal structure is the same as common elves, or if his prolonged use of powerful magics changed somehow...so many questions! And I've never been able to see them.
Why, Hadrian? You're the church archaeologist. Surely you..
Yes, you'd think so, wouldn't you, young man? *He raises from his seat, gesticulating to and fro...* I mean, when the elders need someone to go digging in the dank caverns of the Bangellian Deeps, who do they call upon? Or if some poor fool comes across a tomb sealed with a Gorgothian blood-curse? Ring the bell for Old Hadrian!
But why won't they let you see the remains, Hadrian?
I've no idea! *He throws his hands in the air, upending a stack of paper and what looks like to be a cup of dark ale.*
Looks like you hit the soft spot...
They speak of desecration and sacrilege, but...*He lowers his voice and leans closer*...the man is DEAD. D-E-A-D. I respect and cherish Nasrudin and what he taught us more than anyone, but I hardly think he'd be upset if I chipped a piece of bone from his earthly shell...
I see your point. I, myself, would love to take a look at them..
Really? *His face brightens* Are you a fellow arcahelogist, my friend?
Elder...this here is..the Liv - Mmmph
Hush, Virgil. Don't ruin it.
Uh...yes. Yes I am. Strictly freelance, of course...
Y-y-e-s-s...
He considers Gilford for a moment, measuring the words.
You do seem have that particular look about you. Probably a little dirt under those fingernails, he?
Why, he dug lots of graves recently...
Well met! And what interest do you have in the remains of Nasrudin?
Uh..I'm thinking of converting, but I need a little proof...
*He winks.* I understand, my friend. Faith is a wonderful thing...especially when backed up by some good, hard evidence. *He laughs, rummaging around his desk.* I've made a few notes over the years about the sarcophagus...here we are...
What do you know, Hadrian?
Let's see...Standard information. The stone is of the local area, there are elven characters naming it as the final resting place of Nasrudin...the designs is Old Elven, consistent with the latter end of the Age of Legends..rune work is exquisite, although perhaps a bit overdone, in my opinion. Of course, I'm more of a conservative.
But you've never seen inside. Has anyone?
As far as I know, no one has ever broken the seal on the sarcophagus.
Interesting. I'd REALLY like to see what's in there, Hadrian...
*He leans closer, indicating Gilford to do the same.* Just how much do you want to see them, my friend?
VERY much.
I see. *He looks around furtively.* Look, I'm an important member of the church...my face is well-known. I can't exactly be running around and defacing sacred church artifacts. *He laughs.* But were I to have an accomplice, we might be able to get in and get out without anyone being the wiser...
I'm listening..
The tomb lies within the old catacombs, and the entrance to the burial room is well-guarded. BUT! About a year ago I was perusing the pages of one of our ancient texts, and within its pages I found an old illustration of the catacombs, drawn by the first keeper of the crypt, apprarently for his own use in navigating them...
What does it show, Hadrian?
All of the connecting passages into the burial room were walled off after the discovery. All except for one! There is a passageway which comes up through the floor, and it's so well hidden in the stonework that it's been missed all these years! I've shared this information with no one...you and I are the only living souls who know of its existence...
Fascinating. I see your plan..
Good. Here's what's need to be done. Enter the sewers through the grating just in front of the Temple...when you've entered, you will be in a small room. There is a crack in the wall...it leads to the old catacombs beneath the temple. Enter..
And then?
You will find yourself in a passageway..when it comes to an end, you will see a door in the wall.
Speak the word 'Crimstone' to it, and it will open for you...
Through that door is a passage that leads to a staircase. That staircase leads to the tomb of Nasrudin.
Return to me with whatever you find. If possible, bring me a piece of the skeleton...I'd enjoy being to finally get a look at it. Together, we'll see what old Nasrudin has to tell us...
Thank you, Hadrian. I will return soon...Gentlemen...let's reaffirm our faiths...
100 gold that it's just bones inside.
You weren't listening were you? Ah, never mind. Torian, give me a hand.
The heavy lid yielded to the mighty warrior of Derian-Ka...dust flew as it creaked open, exposing the skeleton within.
Something's wrong.
What is it?
*Points towards the skeleton's right arm.*
Hells' bells! She's right...Gilford...
No...*He collapses to his knees.* How can this be?
Can someone tell me what's going on?
The skeleton is missing its right finger.