4.65 - Hallowed Realm of the Dead

4.65 - Hallowed Realm of the Dead

Foul odors didnt seem to carry as well in Terogal. That was a good thing, considering the amount of bodies crammed in the small cottage. Benton, Theo, Tresk, Fenian, Khahar, and Belgar all sat at a round table. The Elf let out another frustrated breath, then tossed his cards across the room.

I dont care for this game.

Khahars lips twitched, hinting at a smile. You have the best poker face Ive ever seen. I dont understand how youve lost this badly.

Deception in the real world is easier. This game is a farce.

Fenian was frustrated, but not from the game. The longer he sat in Terogal, the more Theo understood the extent of his plan. That plan held more facets than just killing the king of Qavell and claiming the Throne of the Herald. Khahar hid those pieces of the plan perfectly within the realm, but the Elf wasnt so skilled.

Might as well get going, Theo said, standing to dismiss the matter.

Everyone filed out of the cottage. Tresk cracked her knuckles and rolled up her sleeves. They bunched up, then rolled down her scrawny arms immediately. But she wasnt a Marshling that cared for ceremony. She steepled her fingers before sending her senses through the realms. Theo could feel it, like an itch in the back of her mind, as she quested. Khahar nodded with approval.

Shes frighteningly good at this, he said. I cant sense an ability hmmm.

If shes hiding an ability, Theo started, smiling at his companion. Shes hiding it well. Could it just be aptitude?

I doubt it, Khahar said. It must be a hidden ability.

Ill never tell. Alright. Are you ready, Elf-boy?

Two rapiers appeared in Fenians hands. The silver-blue one for Parantheir, and the shadowy one for UzXulven. Khahar knows what to do if I dont return. Send me to the dead realm, you angry little Marshling.

It took only a snap of her fingers for Tresk to send Fenian away. Space didnt warp around him. There was no visible indication that he had gone, but he was. A cold silence settled in over the bright landscape of the realm.

Well, this is awkward, Belgar said, folding his ghostly arms in front of him. I expected an explosion.

Hmmm. I must go, Khahar said, vanishing without another word.

Thats not ominous, Benton grunted. He turned to regard Tresk. Any insights, little savant?

Meh. He zorped back to Khahak, and I cant see that far.

Youd tell me if you had a hidden ability. Right? Theos feelings for and with Tresk shifted by the day. They were mostly synchronized now, leaving no room for lies.

No ability. But I dont want Khahar knowing that. Heh.

It made more sense that Tresk had an innate ability to command the realms. It fell in line with Theos thoughts on Khahars long-term plans. The grand scheme involved him, but it was in a supporting role. Tresk was the genuine star of the show. Like most things with the long-lived people, there would be more twists and turns before the end. So long as the walls held firm, both in the mortal realm and Terogal, everything would turn out fine.

Belgar cleared his throat. I dont mean to be presumptuous. But the spirits here spend a lot of time without you. Ive been giving them tasks.

Not a bad idea, Theo said. Are they getting bored?

Bored? No, but theyre restless.

Whats the difference? Tresk asked.

Were mapping the realm. Most of us havent been in a heavenly realm, so we dont know what we should be doing. Benton has been helpful in that regard.

Oh, do go on, Benton said.

Terogal isnt like the other heavenly realms. According to Benton, Belgar nodded at the bear god.

Right. Normally, theyre a reflection of your station. Mine is cold and without life. Khahars is a fortressor so they sayand so on.

UzXulven has a bridge, Tresk said, giggling.

Right, Benton said. She formed her realm into the concept of a bridge, which links realms. But Terogal? This is just a place. Like a different version of the mortal realm.

This wasnt news to Theo. Terogal was described as a mortal dream realm in some system descriptions. His theory was that it was the manifestation of their Dreamwalk ability. A way for Khahar to bypass some rules in the monitor systems coding to allow them to own a heavenly realm. The most accurate description of the realm was that it was a dream made manifest in the heavens. The alchemist wasnt eager to share this information with anyone. Not because he was afraid they would abuse the knowledge, but because of the implications.

Watch this! Alex shouted into Tresk and Theos minds from afar.

They heard wings flapping in the distance, then the slap of webbed feet on packed mud. The group swiveled their heads to spot the goose taking off into the sky. She soared high, then off into the distance.

She finally learned to fly, Tresk mused, watching as the goose became little more than a speck against the sprawling sky. Once shes big enough, Im gonna ride her.

Thats a sight Id pay to see, Belgar said. Combat goose.

Theo wasnt eager to get back to the mortal plane. Instead, he consulted the maps that Belgar and the souls had drawn up. They had already estimated the size of the world in halms, but the alchemist converted them into miles because halms sucked. If they were right, Terogal was larger than the continent Broken Tusk rested on. It would only continue to grow. But would it wrap around like a spherical planet? Or would it just go on forever, like some weird flat plane in the void?

Alex flew overhead as Tresk and Theo met with the various souls of the realm. They held less reverence for him than the people of his own town, which felt like a relief. There was something about being a lost soul that made one independent, and he wouldnt have it any other way. Some complained of listlessness, but Belgar promised to give them more tasks. There were too many questions to give anyone solid answers, so they settled on an open promise of excitement.

They hiked through the land, following the various maps to find points of interest. Dotting the landscape were the structures generated by the system upgrades. The towers here reminded him of those on the walls back home. But the natural landmarks were nothing like the swamplands. Clear streams ran from the snow-capped mountains, emptying into massive lakes. Like everything in the realm, there was no wildlife. Just an endless sprawl of Earth-like plants and open fields. Those plants grew at a normal rate, though. Unlike the trees outside of Broken Tusk, the dream plants had nothing to feed off of. Or the pseudo-physical forms they took werent entirely adapted to absorbing magical power.

Theo and Tresk watched Alex swoop down into a lake, plunging beneath the surface. She honked with excitement, flapping her waxy wings to remove the water. Belgar lingered nearby with a group of souls. All who followed the group had an appreciation for nature, and Terogal was happy to provide.

I wonder where this turn leads us, Theo said, pulling Tresk close.

The Wanderer had known nothing but rage for almost a thousand years. His mind hadnt been his own since Balkors false death. He raised his head in recognition for the first time since that day, gazing up with rotting eyes. The white towers of Qavell stabbed toward the heavens, as though defying the gods themselves. A boiling mass of undeath surrounded him. Seething creatures that groaned and rattled in response to the duel. He wheezed, clearing away a thousand years of dust and mucus from his throat.

A shiver ran through the army of undeath. There were new bodies here. New vessels he didnt remember from the fall. He wheezed, then cleared his throat again. A trickle of his old power returned to him, affording him consciousness enough to know.

West, he croaked. The command rippled through the undead. A word of power that drove them on.

Fenians body and spirit felt broken. He drew ragged breaths through one ruined lung. Both Balkor-aligned cores rested somewhere nearby. Somewhere near the corpse of a fallen king. The realm shivered around him, filling with new unlife. The fight had gone on far too long. It was a flash in the pan compared to the heavenly scale of time, but to a mortal? He had spent years fighting with the king in that box. With nowhere to run, they were forced to fight with abandon.

That barrier had fallen, bringing with its demise a rush of stinking air. After evacuating the bile in his stomach, Fenian had collapsed. The next thing he felt was the collapsing and rebuilding of disparate powers. Gears turned somewhere, then locked into place. To own the Throne of the Herald was an honor. And a curse.

Thats sorted, I suppose, Fenian wheezed.

Yet, another voice said, wheezing from all around him. You cast away gifts.

I have no interest in serving you, Fenian said. Just used you, didnt I? A means to an end.

Hmmm, the voice hummed. Did you figure out my phylactery on your own? You drew it so close to the Qavelli settlementsyou must have known.

Balkor, I dont know the extent of your madness. Fenian gazed up at the green sky above. Even the putrid clouds above made him sick. What I know is that youre needed.

Life to life, undeath to death, Balkor said, his voice bright.

The scholars of old thought you were too smart to move against the other gods. They figured you had a plan. You were close with Drogramath. So, I figured why wouldnt you hide your soul away?

Indeed. But youre dying, Elf. Im happy to accept you into my realm Or perhaps I could grant you eternity.

Fenian shivered. He expected to be able to walk out of the realm. All his tricks should have brought Karasan low in moments, but the old man was crafty. Now he was bleeding out in the realm of a risen god. He obtained the throne, only to accept a leash. How fitting.

Were not that desperate, Fenian said, pulling a healing potion from his inventory. The first few he drank only dulled the pain. Maybe this one would work.

Balkor laughed. Fine. I had to try, you know.

What happens with the undead on the mortal plane?

Theyre headed west.

Why?

Hah! Impetuous. Fine. I suppose the Herald ought to know.

Balkor revealed his plans to the prone Elf. Perhaps the throne wasnt worth the price.

The Watcher stood on the surface of Antalis. Iaredin spread before him, a blue-green gem floating in the vastness of space. Things hadnt gone the way he expected, but they were interesting enough. Fenian had proved to be more capable than any of his other candidates. And he was born here. That was the most interesting part. His feathers ruffled as he turned, spotting the two men that had hounded him from the start.

Weve done all you asked for, the grumpy paladin said.

Every single thing, the wizard added.

Service doesnt guarantee my compliance, the Watcher said, shaking his head. The corners of his beak-like face rose to something resembling a smile.

Were never ascending, are we? the paladin asked.

Both had lost their cores in the coup. The Watcher could flick a single feather and send them back to the planet. He could do the same motion and turn them into living gods. He could do anything he wanted. But he wouldnt. Because rules existed for a reason. If he stomped around creation, meddling with the systems, they would grow out of his control. Both men reminded him of the people he seeded on this world. They were too greedy for their own good. Too eager to abuse the power given to them. Next time, he would employ a tighter leash.

Ascension was never guaranteed.

Yet you allowed that Khahari to do as he pleased, the wizard said, snorting a laugh. Hardly fair.

He has operated within the rules. You were too weak.

What other options do we have? the paladin asked.

The only option they had was ironic. Can you see the realms from here? Youre ascendant, arent you Sulvan Flametouched?

Sulvan shifted uncomfortably in place. He kicked up a cloud of white powder, sending it drifting over the desolate landscape. The pair always refused to mingle with the peoples that lived on Antalis, thinking them weak. The systems rules said that anyone over level 100 could sense the realms. If they were strong enough, or wise enough, they could even ascend to godhood. Whatever that meant for the ants on this world.

I am.

And you, Uharis Banetouched, are on the cusp.

Yeah, Uharis said, grimacing.

There is a new realm. A thing that grows in power by the day. You know the owner.

Sulvan clenched his fist, gritting his teeth. The Watcher chuckled.

Beg him, and he may accept you. You have the means.

Because there was no greater irony than begging the man they attempted to control for help. And Theo could do it with the help of Tresk. That Marshling girl had surprised the Watcher at every step. No one, either brought here or born here, had the aptitude that she had at controlling the realms. Soon enough, she would realize her full potential.

On the mortal realm below, the First Prince of Qavell sensed his fathers death. The city of Qavell rumbled, unleashing magical energies that had been dormant since its construction. The Watcher nodded with approval.