Saturday, April 29, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Cthonique Funeral Dirges

Collection of dirges for use at Cthonique family funerals, written by various artists over centuries.  The Dark Lord Asshur is among those to write them, including some for relatives he himself had killed during the War of the Tulips.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: The Rattle Of Clodden

A simple rattle, possession of the great wizard Clodden, who could reportedly produce astonishing effects with it, including lightning and thunder.  As no later possessor has been able to duplicate them, many suspect Clodden used other methods for such actions.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Mysterious Glass Eye

A massive glass "eye" with a metal surface surrounding much of it.  Rumored to belong to one of the Elder Worlds, its purpose is a mystery, though some tales suggest it served as some strange variety of lantern.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Sword of Lightning Giant

Purported weapon of a "Lightning Giant" claimed to have been killed by the chivalrous warrior Zoma the Hare in an epic battle fought in the clouds, which raged for many days.

Zoma waa notorious liar, however, so one should take tales of his deeds with a grain of salt.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Preserved Insect of Immense Size

A large insectoid creature of unknown origin, which entered the collection during the reign of Eregal, purchased as a curio.  Possibly from the far south, or the distant isles, though this remains unconfirmed.  One possibility that has been suggested that it is a hoax, though this likewise has never been proven.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Nightmare of Things to Come, by Snorri Utteson

Lengthy prophetic poem based on the dreams of the famous Troll skald, which speaks of a future time of great strife and hardship.  Many Trolls believe it to be a true foretelling--others argue that the poem is so vague that its champions are being willfully deluded into seeing things that aren't there.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: List of Names.

A scroll filled with innumerable signatures.  Most of the names are unknown--the purpose and origin of the scroll are completely mysterious.  It has been part of the collection for centuries, and is kept at least partially because so many Cthoniques have found it strangely fascinating.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Plans for Spiderweb Tower

A proposed addition to the Castle, designed by Ariadne Cthonique, sister of the Dark Lord Marhat.  Never begun, the plans remain a fascinating glimpse into the mind of this now little-remembered Cthonique, in her lifetime, considered one of the most important women of the Plains of Dread.  That stated, the extra-large execution grounds remain... alarming.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Pages from the Cthonique Library: Account of the Plague of the Alts.

History of a two year plague outbreak in the Shadow Woods during the reign of Ganelon the Second and its results by an anonymous author.  Famed for its vivid style, and the controversy of its authorship, with many believing that rather then being the work of a near contemporary, it was written decades after the events.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Light the Lamp So Bright--Part 72

The Goblin he'd spoken to earlier--it'd seemed so long ago now--was nervously darting about when Sacripant entered.

"--Can't blame me," she muttered. "I need this job!  You people with the luxury of making choices tend to be unduly hard on those of us less fortunate."

"Don't care," said a familiar voice.  "You messed up."

Sacripant gulped, and did his best to keep the smile appearing on his face from looking unduly goofy.  "Hey, Quiet."

His fiancee turned to him.  "Hey. I was just explaining to this... jerk that she messed up."  The Ghoul turned back to the Goblin and glared.

Sacripant stepped between the pair.  "Now, let's all calm down.  It's been a crazy few weeks on my end, overthrowing the Ancients, and..."

Quiet blinked.  "So that really happened?"  She shook her head.  "I tell you, I had a hard time believing the stories that had you storming the Council..."

"It was pretty easy to storm," said Sacripant.  "Really, all you had to do was walk towards it and be intimidating."

"Ahh, well, that clarifies things," said Quiet.  "I was almost impressed when I first heard it."  She coughed.  "Anyway... it's been busy back at the Castle.  We're at war."

"Yes, I know," said Sacripant.

"No, not the war against Leonais... We at war with the Shadow Wood," explained Quiet. 

Sacripant stared for a moment. "You know what, I figure there's a big story behind all that, so how about this--you come with me, we get a couple bowls of noodles and you explain it all to me."

Quiet considered things. "Are they good noodles?"

"They're amazing," answered Sacripant.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Light the Lamp So Bright--Part 71

"Wut-wut?" said the silly looking puppet.  "I say, wut wut?  I am the Metropolitan, and you all must obey me!  How dare you speak words I don't want to hear?"  The puppet was rapidly struck by a stick to the applause of the children.

Sacripant chuckled, and continued on his way.  He had to admit, Talossa seemed... cheerier now.  Not normal, mind you, nor quite at ease, but much happier than the nervous city he'd arrived at.  But then, that might have just been him.  He'd come here a stranger, and he was now... well, familiar with it.  He realized he would probably leave soon, and a part of him hoped to come back, some day.

But that was the future.  He had business before of him.  A shadow passed overhead.  Looking up, he saw an Emporium airship--the first in weeks.  He chuckled and nodded to himself.  Things were continuing to look up.  He broke into a jog as he headed towards the Emporium shop.  He  had good news to deliver, and mostly likely good news to hear.

After all, what else could it be?

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Light the Lamp So Bright--Part 70

The various lesser Guildsmen were still squabbling in the courtyard before the Hall of Ancients, which had become the de facto meeting place for the new government of Talossa that was forming even now.  Nathan had to shake his head.  Listening to them yell and shout, one had to wonder if it had been worth it all.

Of course, then one remembered everything else that had happened, and one decided 'yes'.  But still, one wondered.

In the end, the remainder of the Ancients had surrendered easily enough, aided by the fact that most were nursing sprains (with a few in such bad shape as to have broken bones).  They also had all cheerfully spilled their secrets, insisting they themselves were but the victims of their fellows.

It was increasingly looking as if even if the Ancients were all released from their present imprisonment, they would still be utterly incapable of reforming the council, not in the least because all now hated each other.

Nathan sighed and shook his head.  Whatever happened it was going to be a rather chaotic time for Talossa in the future.  "No charter any more," he muttered.

"Well, I strongly recommend you avoid all the dressing up in the future," said a familiar voice.  Nathan turned to see Sacripant Fenswater standing nearby.  "I think the masks made it easy for your Thing to start thinking of themselves as something other than the rest of you."

"That's your guide to good government, eh?" muttered Nathan with a smile.

"For a start," replied the Erl.  "Anyway, I've got to head out.  Hopefully, this means the Emporium are going to let me get messages through to my bosses, who..."  He shook his head.  "Well, this is going to be interesting to them."

Nathan smiled as the Nightlander walked away.  "Take care, Sacripant," he said.

"You know how good I am at that," replied the Guardsman with a smile.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Light the Lamp So Bright--Part 69

Sacripant stared out at the crowd and realized suddenly that he was going to have to talk to all of them.  He briefly considered declaring that a giant human-eating thing was right behind them all, but decided against it.  Time to give it his all.  "Right, I'm Sacripant Fenswater, of the Cthonique Guard.  I haven't been in your city that long, but... long enough to come to love this place."  He coughed.  "I mean... it's not perfect, but... no place is.  And you folks definitely try..."  He glanced at the Metropolitan.  "For the most part... to make it run as well as it can.  And so I warn you all--there have been bad and wicked things done by your Council of Ancients, twisting your institutions to their own ends."

"Stuff and nonsense!" declared the Metropolitan.

"Then why are you here now, and not the man who proceeded you?  The man who was murdered?" said Sacripant.

One of the Knife-Grinders stood up.  "It is true!  The late Grand Master sent men to kill Ancients who disagreed with freeing the Metropolitan!  They used the ritual of the bean, but with fraud, to remove those they targetted!"

Sacripant had no idea what that  meant, but decided to just nod in agreement.  "Is this what you want for your city, people?  Murder and lies in the places of power?"

"It is not murder to kill what needs to be killed," declared the Metropolitan loftily.  "And it is no lie to shelter the populace from truths it needs not concern itself with."

Sacripant stared at him for a moment.  "So... that's your answer to all this.  That's it.  That is... the best you can do."

The Metropolitan blinked.  "What do you mean?"

"Well," answered the Erl with a shrug.  "I was largely viewing you as a well-meaning asshole before this.  But now I view you as just an asshole, who mistakenly thinks he is well-meaning.  So, really, I have no sympathy for you in what's going to come next."

"What are you ta--" began the Metropolitan, only for a group of beggars to seize him and shove him into a sack.