Chapter 8: Vernburg
The carriage drove along a black seas coast, towards the Verneys lost lands.
Also called the Lightless Ocean, this immense body of clear water flooded half of the Domain of Horaios and many caverns mankind had not yet explored. Its presence had made this particular region the most fertile in the empire, with farmers and fishermen making up almost all of its working population. Some even called Horaios humanitys granary.
It was also the largest of the Dark Lords dominions, so huge that it took weeks to ride from one side to the other. Earthmouth portals made traveling easier, but there were only so many of them. The Verneys old lands were located in an isolated region to the caverns northeast, days away from the closest city; even the crystal lighthouses that illuminated the Domain had grown scarcer.
Marianne spent the whole ride examining pictures of the Verney family tree that Penhew gladly gave her. She knew something had eluded the inquisitors, and now that she could compare them with drawings of Valdemar and his mother, she could tell exactly what.
Bertrand, Marianne called out to her retainer through the carriages window.
Yes, Milady? Bertrand answered while keeping his full attention on the road. He had driven for hours now, showing no more signs of fatigue than their giant beetle carrier.
How old was Lavina Verney when she perished?
Thirty-seven, according to official records.
And Sarah Dumont?
She was nineteen when the purge happened. Why is Milady asking?
Because they look too much alike, Marianne said, as she compared the two pictures. Indeed, Valdemars aunt looked almost exactly like an older version of his mother. As for Isaac Verney... While Valdemar doesnt look all that much like his father.
The hair color was wrong for a start, and while he had the Verney look, Valdemar could inherit these genes from his paternal grandfather Aleksander. Valdemar had been a baby when the purge took place, but as an adult, the differences were too numerous to ignore.
Lavina Verney was old enough to be Sarahs mother, and never married as far as we know, Marianne said. It would explain the forged birth certificate.
Noble families were extremely traditionalist, as Marianne could attest. Noblewomen were expected to remain virgins until they married, so Lavina Verney having a bastard would have caused a scandal and destroyed her chances to marry into the Oldblood.
Is Milady suggesting Isaac Verney bedded his secret niece?
Somehow, Bertrand said these words with such a flat, deadpan tone that Marianne couldnt help but chuckle. I dont think hes actually Valdemars father, she replied. Or at least, not if my theory is correct. I would expect Valdemar to be less robust if his family tree was a tangled vine.
But if Isaac Verney isnt the father, who is it?
That was the real question.
Aleksander Verney intended to let Valdemar inherit everything should something happen to him, which meant the so-called bastard was a lot more important than he appeared. Then there was the small matter of his unnaturally efficient metabolism, the magical signs that Lord Och detected, and the unnatural stench Bertrand noticed around him...
Was he even a natural Verney at all? He had the family look, but Powerful biomancers could create homunculi and clones, and Valdemar exhibited abilities Marianne would expect to see in mutants. The Verney Cult had done so many terrible things, creating an artificial heir wouldnt even surprise her.
Lets hope the inquisitors left a clue or two when they torched the family castle, Marianne replied as she put the drawings aside in a compartment beneath her seat. How far are we from it?
We can already see it, Milady.
Marianne looked through the window.
The crumbling walls of the Verney castle awaited a few kilometers away from the road, standing over a cliff like a twisted black candle. Ancient crystal beacons along the shores allowed Marianne to see the fortress shadow. Its five broken towers reminded her of a wicked hand reaching for the skies. At its peak, it must have been a modest castle by imperial standards; fitting for a lesser noble, but unsuited for a wealthier household. Mariannes mother would have derided it as a paupers den.
The castles cliff overshadowed a small fishing hamlet along the Lightless Oceans shore. It looked large enough to accommodate a few hundred souls, but no more. Lights came from the houses, like embers in a fireplace.
Is this the village of Vernburg? Marianne asked Bertrand, as she started to wonder if they had reached the right location. Have we veered off-tracks?
I am certain that this is our destination.
Then something was wrong. Inquisitor Penhew told me that it had never been resettled.
All the guards they met on the way said they would only find ruins, but the village looked perfectly normal. Lively even.
Bertrand sneered in disgust. Milady, this place stinks.
We will go there and investigate, Marianne said with a nod. With luck, it would just be squatters having taken over the ruins.
That is not what I meant, her vampire retainer replied. The place smells like Mr. Valdemar. Its the same stench all over the village.
Oh? Mariannes hand instinctively brushed against her rapier. Approach it quietly, but be ready for anything.
As Milady wishes. Bertrand had the beetle veer off the road, and they made their way to Vernburg in silence.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
It took them less than an hour to get there, but the smell reached them first. If anything, Bertrand had undersold the stench of the place. Vernburg reeked with the odors of rotten fish, rats, and burnt oil. The streets were made of planks covering a muddy ground, dimly lit by faltering lanterns. Though they looked functional, the wattle-and-daub houses were in poor condition, their walls covered in dung. Marianne noticed rats crawling on the wooden roofs, some looking at the approaching carriage without any fear of man.
Bertrand stopped the coach at the towns entrance, and Marianne didnt wait for him to open her door to get out. She activated her psychic sight the moment she stepped away from her vehicle. Her senses were not as sharp as most sorcerers, but it should give her an inkling of the situation.
She only saw darkness.
An invisible crimson mist covered the hamlet, shrouding it from her magical sight. She couldnt even detect the rats within its walls. A power eclipsing her own had taken over the village as its playground.
Something interferes with my magic, milady, Bertrand warned her.
Mine too, which means a sorcerer is involved. Marianne had hoped to find clues, but not something of this magnitude. How far are we from the nearest guard station?
I would say three days. Our beetle is tired and needs rest.
So they couldnt expect to gather reinforcements and come back in short order. The fact nobody mentioned this phantom village bothered Marianne as well. The Knights occasionally patrolled this area, so why hadnt they noticed something?
Scout the outskirts in mist form, look for wards, and report back to me, she ordered Bertrand. I will send a messenger bat in the meantime.
As Milady wishes. The vampire turned into a misty cloud and flew away, leaving Marianne alone. The noblewoman immediately looked into her carriages hidden compartments, where a black vampire bat with four wings slept inside a small cage.
Biomancers had enhanced these animals to fly nonstop for days and instinctively seek out the magical signature of the Knights beacons; the Dark Lords distributed them to their agents in case they ever needed to communicate quickly. Marianne wrote a small message on a parchment letter, attached it to the animals back, and then let it fly away.
Bertrand returned from his errands a few minutes later, more distressed than ever. I have not detected any ward in the outskirts, he admitted. Although I noticed an abnormally high amount of wild rats in the area.
And the Verneys last patriarch was quite fond of those rodents. Did you try to fly over the houses?
I did, but whatever obscures my sight also forces me to transform back whenever I fly too close. The vampires jaw clenched. Bertrand did that when he was under stress. I would have expected a Derro anti-magical device to be the cause, but it would disable the spell shrouding this village. I could not transform either on the Institutes grounds before Lord Och altered the wards not to affect me.
So the magic at work within these walls rivaled that of a Dark Lords fortress. This cant have gone unnoticed, Marianne stated the obvious. Did we interrupt a magical ritual of some kind?
I cannot say, Milady, Bertrand replied while examining the houses. However, one does not raise a full village in the blink of an eye. If these houses were burnt to the ground, it would have taken weeks, maybe months to rebuild.
This conundrum gave her a headache. The sensible thing was to establish a camp nearby and wait for reinforcements, but what if they had stumbled into something they shouldnt have? If a ritual was at work in the area, waiting for days would let it run its course. Marianne couldnt let that happen.
We go in and try to locate the mage behind the protective spell, Marianne said. If we face resistance, we retreat at once. Gathering information is our priority.
Marianne Reynard
Yes, indeed. Marianne wasnt sure what to make of her. Either that woman was an amazing actress, or she was another absent-minded denizen of this town. Whats your name?
Mona, the woman replied. Happy to meet you.
A chill went down Mariannes spine. Would you happen to be a nurse? she asked, her hand tightening around her rapiers pommel.
Yes, how did you know? The womans eyes lit up. Oh, are you knights? Did you come for me?
Marianne didnt know how to answer, so Bertrand took over. Yes, he lied. We are knights investigating your disappearance.
You shouldnt have, the woman replied in an innocent way that Marianne found more and more eerie. Its all a big misunderstanding.
You werent kidnapped? Marianne found the courage to ask the dead woman. Not a biomancer, she thought, a necromancer.
In a way. I was very frightened when the masked men seized me after work, but they brought me to the baron instead. He was such a gentleman. He said I hadnt been abducted, but chosen. That I had a destiny. Me. Mona chuckled to herself, oblivious to the sinister tones of her words. He gave me beautiful jewels, and said I would have more if I did my job well. Such a kind man. His rat frightens me though. Its face is almost like a humans. Creepy dirty thing.
Baron Aleksander Verney? Bertrand continued the interrogation with firm focus, while Marianne tried to make sense out of the situation. The woman in front of her looked too alive to be an undead. Even a vampire had telltale signs, if you knew where to look. What was your destiny?
He asked me to take care of his grandson, Mona answered to Mariannes surprise. Hes growing unruly, and his mother cant calm him anymore. I took care of old Paul, so I could take care of a little boy. The baron was very happy that I took the job, as Crtail is a very important child. The previous two maids weren't good enough for him, so they were fired.
Crtail? Marianne asked in confusion, doing her best to ignore the fired part. She had the feeling the maids faced the same gruesome fate as Mona herself. You mean Valdemar?
Valde mar? Mona squinted at Marianne. What is that?
Valdemar Verney. The barons grandson.
Mona frowned while trying to remember. Im sorry, she apologized after a few minutes. I never heard of a child with that name. Are you sure the name is not Crtail?
Yes. Baron Aleksanders testament explicitly named Valdemar as his heir, not Crtail. What was going on here? Was this all a ghastly prank of some sort? Who is this Paul?
Old Paul, Mona answered with a sad sigh. The doctors at the asylum thought he was mad, but they were wrong. He came from another world, but nobody understood him. I taught him a few words in our tongue when I brought him his meals. Poor man, he didnt deserve it I asked the baron if he could help, and he said he would. It wouldnt be the first time.
The more Marianne listened, the less it made sense. What do you mean? she asked.
The baron said old Paul wasnt alone. Pierre, they called him. The other man.
Pierre Dumont? As odd and insane as this encounter sounded, it might give Marianne some clues.
Monas eyes lit up in recognition. Yes, that was his name, she confirmed. I never met him, but they say I will meet him soon. Hes a very important person.
Marianne was about to question her some more, when Bertrand unsheathed his longsword. Milady, the roofs, he said with an alarmed voice.
Marianne looked up.
Dozens, hundreds of rats were silently crawling on the houses roofs around the square. The black-furred beasts varied in size, some of them almost as large as cats. They glared at Marianne and Bertrand with bloodshot, red-rimmed eyes.
Marianne tried to look for a human-faced one among them, but found none. However, she could sense an inhuman intelligence in their gaze.
So thats how it is Marianne muttered to herself as she grabbed her rapier in one hand and her pistol in the other. Ignoring the puzzled Monas confusion, the noblewoman pointed her firearm at the rodents. Whoever you are, attacking us will be an affront to Lord Och of Paraplex. We will fight, and even if you prevail, others know we came here. You wont be able to cover your tracks.
The rats answered with a maddening chitter.
Theyre laughing, Marianne realized. Since she had very little time ahead, the noblewoman took a few seconds to glance into the well.
The pit went on and on into pitch-black darkness. Though Marianne couldnt see the bottomif it had oneshe could smell the odors of burnt blood all too well. Using her psychic sight up close, she grew certain that the strange power clouding it came straight from this black abyss.
Theres something at the bottom, Marianne realized in horror. The source of all this madness.
A rift in space and time to an eldritch realm? A magical artifact? Maybe a living creature controlling the rats on the surface?
Is something wrong? Mona asked, utterly oblivious to the situation happening around her.
Excuse my boldness, Miss Mona but Marianne tried to find the right words as she looked away from the well. How can I say this
Say what?
I think you are dead, Marianne admitted.
Mona blinked in confusion. The words didnt seem to have registered. What do you mean?
You were killed almost two decades ago by the Followers of the Grail, Marianne said, while the rats stopped chittering all at once. If anything, their silence felt twice as threatening. Your bones were found in the Verney Castles ruins.
The Followers of the Grail? What, that silly church? Mona giggled. Why would they need me to make a cup? They made their grail long ago!
Somehow, Marianne found that answer more horrifying than all the others. Miss Mona, dont you remember?
Remember what? Mona grew more and more agitated, while Bertrand looked for a way out. But though they made no move to attack, the rats had them surrounded. Why are you saying these awful things?
Crtail? Do you remember this Crtail? Marianne asked, trying to get any answer she could. She was close to uncovering this mystery. She could feel it in her bones. How does he look?
Was that Valdemars true name? Something linked to the grail? Marianne knew she didnt have much time left before something terrible happened.
Crtail? Hes a sweet child. Hes a very sweet child Mona began to shake. He he likes the music box very much. He likes the music, but
But?
Hes a very unruly child. But hes sweet, hes Mona held her head with her hands, her eyes widening. Thats the blood they said. He cant help it, he was born wrong. Theres something wrong with him, its not his fault if hes like this and hes hungry, hes always hungry...
To her horror, Marianne noticed something crawling beneath Monas skin. The dead womans back started to grow, to burst like a bag too small for its content. Mona? Marianne asked, instinctively preparing a basic healing spell. Mona, calm down, its going to be alr
White tentacles erupted from inside Mona, tearing the skin like a cloth.
Marianne took a leap backward before the squirming appendages could catch her and fired a shot midair. The bullet hit the monster in its eyeless face, causing it to screech with its triangular, fanged mouth. No blood came out of the wound, but its tentacles thrashed around in pain all the same.
The monster might have looked vaguely humanoid at a distance, but white as milk and utterly featureless save for a gnawing maw. Both its hands and legs ended in sinuous tentacles instead of fingers, and they quickly lunged at Marianne like a net. Bertrand swiftly intervened and cut one of its arms with his sword. Marianne shot the monster in the chest while it wailed, sending it falling into the well.
There was no trace of blood or flesh left from Mona; only dry skin which the horror had worn like a suit.
Marianne ground her teeth, her pistol's tip smoking. What was that?
A Qlippoth, Bertrand warned with a scowl, as they heard more screeches around the hamlet. The rats echoed them with a chittering cacophony, like twisted hosts inviting other monsters to a feast.
The villagers were coming.
Bring it, Marianne replied while cocking her pistol.