Having taken a brief
rest, the band decides to settle in for a longer stay. Plamenka’s magical tools
are in their possession, and too much blood has been spilled to leave the
warren empty-handed. The two doors are locked, to keep any other guardians from
wandering in. Lionia is feeling peckish, and suggests cooking Plamen’s sheep,
now that the bread given by Yelizarov has been eaten. Chonkorchuk ventures that
Plamen might get upset when he learns what happened to the animal he was
nursing back to health, but Lionia reminds him that he will probably be upset
about what happened to his mother anyway. The other two carnivores present
agree that a bit of meat might be a good idea.
Fefila - from Vishevetskaia's hand, to a dungeon near you |
While the sheep is
cooking, Chonkorchuk decides to call upon the Queen for a bit of additional
help. He has seen visions that suggest she sends servitors to aid especially
loyal followers, and given his efforts, he thinks he is deserving of one now.
In his dreams, he has seen a creature called Fefila, created of a divine spark
and fallen to earth, as a fine companion – solicitous of its master, adept at
protecting him from magical attacks, and able to find salubrious fruit in even
the unlikeliest places – particularly useful now, given the healer’s absence.
In an hour’s time, a scratching is heard outside Plamenka’s bedchamber, and a
curious, red creature with tufted ears, looking a bit like a cross between a
squirrel and a beaver, emerges from a small hole in the wall, reassuringly
whistling and warbling. Dmitri immediately dubs it a ‘squeaver’. The squeaver
fefila presents Chonkorchuk with a large berry, which he breaks up into parts
for himself, Dmitri and Lionia. Those who eat it now feel full – but the sheep
is already roasting on the fire. The fefila crawls up on Chonkorchuk, and turns
invisible, after which it melds minds with its new master, and explains how
that is done.
In the meantime,
Raskel is busy transcribing some magical formulae from memory using the ink he
received from Yelizarov. Having filled three sheets with arcane scribbles (and
tossing one of them on the fire), he makes a more thorough search of the room,
discovering jars with dried herbs, and several containers of oil. The band
requisitions those, and refills the lamp that Plamen picked up on their last
visit. Raskel also scrutinizes Plamenka’s special objects, and handles them
meditatively. The flute is imbued with some sort of charm, as Chonkorchuk
informs him, but the other objects have transmutative effects, and work in
tandem. The sickle is used for preparation for gaining entry, the fire from the
lantern provides the trigger, and the runes painted on the sash are the agent.
The rest of the band
rests and meditates for about half a day, while the sheep roasts. After
everyone has eaten and slept, it is time to continue the hunt. From the far
door, they continue down a series of mazelike corridors. Raskel remembers the
way well, and before long, the band stands before a wall, beyond which
Chonkorchuk senses a necromantic presence. Raskel goes to work: he draws an
outline of a doorway on the wall with Plamenka’s sickle, and then snips off a
section of her sash with one of the mystic symbols on it, and throws it onto
the lit lantern. The door glows with an unnatural light, rocks and sand begin
to crumble out of the crevice, and the door slowly swings inward.
Inside the room, four
more skeleton warriors lie in wait. These comport themselves rather better than
the previous four, and moreover, they benefit from the fact that the narrow
hallway allows only one person to engage them effectively, at least at the
start. Dmitri gets the worst of
it, as he faces off with a swordsman and a spearman poking at him diagonally.
He hasn’t managed to recover as well as he might have from the previous
encounter. The bony warriors press him, and after Lionia manages to send down
one enemy with a well-thrown dagger that shatters a skull, another one sends
the wolf down with a spear thrust to the shoulder that seems to come close to
going through his throat. Lionia pushes into the room, but has little success.
Chonkorchuk follows him in, shooting blasts of magical energy. Druvvaldis
summons forth a bear-spirit to aid the collective effort, and thus aspected,
tries to blast his way in also, while Raskel, who merely distracts the
skeletons with illusory hounds until the very end, brings down the last
remaining skeleton with a blast of his own.
The band members turn
to their fallen comrade, who lies bleeding out on the floor. The fefila can
offer no help, and Raskel and Druvvaldis try to staunch the bleeding by tying a
scarf around the shoulder, but the blood flow is too rapid, and the scarf too
threadbare. Desperate, Raskel manages to stop the bleeding with his sling,
seemingly at the last moment. Dmitri is at death’s door; worse, his arm is
hanging by a thread. The resourceful fox has a needle and thread; under
direction of Druvvaldis, who has heard a lot about medicine, but has never
performed surgery, he tries to sew the arm back on before it’s too late. The
arm is now attached, but it looks like it’s merely hanging on by the threads.
The treasure. But is it pure? |
Their comrade
apparently stabilized for the time being, the rest of the band checks out the
chamber. In the back of the room are large stone bins filled with grain. Is
this the polevik treasure? Chonkorchuk sees a vision of a bony hand reaching
out for silver, and concludes that it probably is. Lionia suggests that the
party look around the rest of the warren, as there are areas that have not been
explored yet, but Chonkorchuk says this was the only area where Plamen was not
allowed to go, so it likely is. Lionia estimates that there are between 50 and
100 poods (several thousand pounds)
of grain. He rejects Chonkorchuk’s suggestion to store the grain at his
hermitage, branding it “unsafe”, and recommends his own house. The rest of the
party decides that aside from the four sacks they have to fill, this is as good
a storage place as any for the time being. Druvvaldis does summon forth a deer
to help take what they can now. Lionia, however, recommends that the band can
gain much more by selling a little at a time, and waiting for the famine to
drive grain prices through the roof. He also suggests that the grain may yield
influence – more valuable than money if it comes from the right people. Chonkorchuk
insists that the treasure should be given to Baba Yaga.
There are apparently
no other, obvious or hidden exits in the room, and the band settles in the
hallway outside the room to catch its collective breath, and weigh its options.
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