Barsidious circled Evirea where she hung, staring up at her feet, which were twitching erratically. The cave was shrouded in darkness, and they occupied a small corner, obscured by amorphous rock formations that magnified the reverberating hisses of the Velnishi. Blood dripped down the klyros' leg, slowly, pattering to the floor in a steady rhythm, but her eyes remained open, and she gripped the metal hook that was imbedded in her shoulder harshly, trying to keep calm.
She smiled tensely, and her lips spread thinly over her teeth. She took in a sharp breath as the chain swung back and forth, the links connecting her to the ceiling of the cave jangling innocently. "You know," she rasped. "Your habit of drawing this thing out is really starting to make me think you're more of a sadist than I had predicted. What's the matter, precisely? Hm? Not satisfied with our discussion?"
Barsidious stopped beneath the klyros and grabbed her foot, giving it a sharp tug. He seemed to take no pleasure in the resulting shriek. "You're a smart woman, Evirea," he replied. "You no doubt understand how this must work. You are my final kill, and you will understand your darkness before we continue this encounter. Before I dig into your mind, I will force you to understand it."
Evirea managed to laugh, and marveled at how genuine the sound was. Inside she was terrified, terrified at the symbolism of the hook in her arm, nearly panicked, hysteria rising in her throat. Flashes of her parent's disembodied heads were floating in the back of her mind, and she tried to suppress them. The pain certainly wasn't helping, but thankfully she was resourceful and had shoved a numbing agent in her mouth before allowing herself to be kidnapped. She chewed it slowly, and willed herself to last just long enough for others to arrive.
If they were going to arrive at all.
Barsidious reached up to grip at Evirea again, and swung her agonizingly, listening to her screaming as it echoed through the cavern. He stood back and admired the fact that she was still quite awake, though her eyes were tight with pain and her breathing was verging on hyperventilation. Much more and she'd pass out...which would not pose well for his plan.
Evirea focused on her vital signs, slowed her breathing, kept her heart rate low to slow the loss of blood. "You're nothing more than a killer," she panted. "A killer, you know, like the dozens that I have already slaughtered. The dozens I'll slaughter in the future. You are no different, you are no better." She knew this last bit was not true. She expected to die, but she'd be damned if she died before she saw the life fade from Barsidious' eyes.
Barsidious frowned quietly. "You know that's hardly true, now," he said. "You focus only on a logical premise, but I...I dabble in the darker realms of the psyche. I manipulate philosophy, and I twist minds towards an understanding of the evil that is innate in every single heart. You know this to be true...it's present even in you. After all...you are a killer too, aren't you, Evirea?"
Evirea spat to the side, noting the blood that congealed in the spittle and realizing she'd bitten too hard on her own tongue. "Yes," she admitted. "I kill killers. I'm the hunter's hunter. You think that makes me evil? Tell that to all of the lives I've saved."
Barsidious let out a deep-throated chuckle. "Ah, yes, of course. Because you are not a killer if you kill the culprit. And yet..." he narrowed his eyes slowly, "You don't really think that, do you Evirea? You feel guilt....ah, and the core of it is failure. You're a failure Evirea. Because no matter how many people you save, you could not save the ones that counted. You let them down, because you are worthless. Isn’t that right?" He turned his head towards the entrance, twisting his fingers slowly, in a circle, a faint blue light appearing, hovering, over the tips of his fingers. "Well," he said. "It would seem no one is coming for you, Evirea." He turned back to her, smiling with the realization that she had fallen silent. "No one is coming for you. You fail, yet again."
Evirea smiled coldly at Barsidious. "Oh," she replied. "I think not. Even if they don't come now, they'll find you. Your death is coming to you, Ylian. Even if I don't get the pleasure of seeing it." Internally she felt her confidence waning. She pleaded for the Ylian to try to enter her mind, to spring her trap, and her faith fell as he simply continued to circle below her feet like a featherless buzzard.
Barsidious resumed his pacing. "A very stubborn woman," he stated. He got closer to where the woman hung, and the blue light glimmers more starkly, traveling up her leg like an infection. "If you aren't going to cooperate, we might have to find other means of having our discussion. I'd rather not resort to them, but if I have to...well, it could be unavoidable.
Evirea let out another blood-curdling scream. She did it for effect, of course...she nearly smiled from her elation at the Ylian's implication. A part of her briefly worried for the safety of Travosh, but she was overjoyed anyway, knowing that Barsidious would have something of a surprise awaiting him.
Barsidious paused for a moment. He tilted his head slightly to the side, as though he was listening quietly. Again, the swirl of blue intensified, and again he turned his gaze towards the entrance. "Well well well," he said. "It seems we haven't much time."
Someone was coming after all.
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Travosh had found the note on the fountain, and he followed the indicated path now, rage evident on his features as he summoned his drifter. Finally reaching the second plains of Ojaveda, he slowed down the relentless marching of the drifter, slipping off and readying himself for what was hopefully a final encounter. "I really hope he falls for it..." He heard the vaguest hints of something on the wind...screaming...as he climbed the hollow mountain the map indicated, wincing in anger as he withdrew his staff. Preparing his spells as early as possible.
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Aramara found herself standing in the Ojaveda plaza much quicker than she had imagined. She must have been daydreaming the whole flight, thinking about Fyrre talking about jumping off the Eagle Fortress falls. That fenki could use some adjusting, she thought, as she dusted herself off and walked through the town. She paused as she exited the narrow pass leading from Ojaveda, the mountain crater in view across the plain. A whisper to Xiosia escaped her lips and she began the long hike up towards the mountain.
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Sarras had only a rough idea of who this Barsidious was, and, to be on the safe side, donned a leather cuirass before leaving Hydlaa on a pterosaur. Once in Ojaveda, she hastily dismounted the flying beast and ran to the specified location from the note. She had to take a small breather before trekking up the mountain.
Aramara too stopped to catch her breath as she reached the foot of the mountain. Seeing Sarras run past her she raised her paw to call out to the elf but stopped. Maybe it's for the best, send in the cavalry first? besides, she'd told Sarras of her visions, given her the warning. Perhaps that in and of itself was enough to prevent the omen.
Travosh could hear someone clomping around behind him up the mountain path, he muttered curses under his breath as he stopped and turned around to await whoever it is before they could make a mess of things.
Sarras passed Aramara, too concentrated on the climb to notice the fenki. Up ahead, she saw Travosh. Her pace sped up so she could catch up.
Aramara trudged up the mountain path on foot, having to stop frequently to catch her breath, the whole pregnancy thing really taking its toll. Each time she stopped she seems to be passed up by someone new. What is this? a parade? she mused to herself, the chuckle giving her the strength to press onwards.
Travosh was not exactly happy to see Sarras, "What are you doing here?"
Sarras' voice mirrored Travosh's unwelcoming expression. "What are you doing here?"
Travosh replied, "I've been working with Evirea for some time now, the final trap is in place. Tore down the note for a reason."
Sarras 's eyebrows raised. "So, that was you?" She joked, "Think you can take him on your own? So brave."
Travosh was not amused. "I'm alone. And I don't think, It is a very good plan. If you MUST attempt to be here and meddle, at least let me clue you in."
Sarras waited for Travosh to clue her in.
Travosh started to talk, but stopped himself. "Wait. Even more people meddling in my business. If I'm saying it, I'm saying it once. Might as well wait till they get up here."
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Evirea drew in a sharp breath. Steeling herself, she lashed out with her foot, managing to kick Barsidious harmlessly in the back of the head...a blow meant to cause more anger than damage. She shouted again as the motion tore at her shoulder, and more blood pattered to the floor. Her vision started to blacken, and she struggled to stay awake.
Barsidious slapped at Evirea's legs. "Ah ah," he said. He stooped down and picked up a bucket, filled to the brim with icy water. He tossed its contents onto the fading klyros and she gasped as the salted water aggravated her wounds, her eyes widening as another raw-throated scream filled the cavern. "Bastard," he heard her say, pointlessly.
Evirea tried to get a grip on herself, but she felt herself fading. 'c'mon, use your mind,' she thought, hissing between her teeth. 'C'mon.'
Barsidious hummed to himself as he began to slowly coat a blade in a black, viscous liquid. "Now," he said. "I'm sure you are already perfectly aware of what this is...no explanation needed. But when I am finished, you will be thanking me, in whatever afterlife lies beyond us." A smile tugged at his lips, and he ran his fingers over the wooden mask resting on a large stone. He donned it, content.
Evirea tried to look brave, but her face faltered. She didn't really want to die. Not really. But she didn't want to see more bodies, either, and more bodies had been piling for far too long. A kill made by this beast may as well have been a kill made by herself, marked and murdered by her own clawed hands. She choked down a sob, shocked at herself for falling apart.
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Sserp headed toward Oja on foot, still weighted down by the curse on his flesh. The note on the fountain and the map were enough to send him off, in hopes of covering the story, if not being able to offer much aid. Too delectable a possibility was this breaking news to the reporter, and like a fat happy bee to honey, he was traveling merrily towards it.
Timil saw Sserp on the road to Oja, and slowed as he recognized the Klyros. "Are you headed for Oja as well?"
Sserp glanced up to Timil and smiled. "Yes, and I'd ask for a ride, except I'm cursed and cannot touch anyone, lest they get this rotting of the body."
"I'm already surviving the plague... I'll take that chance." Timil spread a blanket over Serit's back and offered Sserp a hand up to ride behind him. They continued until they reached the base of the mountain, and started riding carefully up the path to the top.
Sserp nodded to the Ylian. "Thanks."
Herihi was on her way up the winding path into the heart of the mountain to the caves she visits from time to time when she catches site of others on the way up to. She nervously tried to think what to do, afraid people would get suspicious of the reasons for her to up here. She considered leaving before anyone noticed but curiosity gets the best of her so she followed them. She noticed one of them on the mount was Sserp who recently joined her guild. "Sserp" she shouted happily. “Where have you been?"
Sserp glanced down at Herihi from atop the mount. "Herihi! Sorry I've been away... I've been looking for a way to treat my curse...that and sorta hiding out."
Herihi smiled "Well I missed you...." She tried to act as if she actually knew what is going on here. "So you came as well? And I see Timil as well."
Sserp smiled and nodded back to Herihi. "Likewise. But right now is not the time for catching up. At least not with each other."
Aramara caught wind of Sserp's rotting scent from downwind and she gagged, almost losing her lunch on the rocky path.
Herihi nodded "Oh I agree. Let's be on our way."
Timil nodded to Herihi. "Hello! Are you here to help save Evirea too?"
Herihi took a second or two to nod as she tries to figure out what is going on here. "Of course."
Timil nodded, but is too concerned to smile. "Great, she and Barsidious should be down in the cave by now."
Aramara reaches the trio of Herihi, Timil and Sserp and offered them a friendly smile, recognizing timil and the other two somewhat, "hello there fellow travelers." she gagged, "Urp... Umm I suppose you saw that map."
Herihi nodded and a hint of worry one could easily mistake for concern for Evirea crosses her face "Yes we should go help her at once if we can."
Sserp noticed Aramara gagging, and hopped down from the rivnak, trying to move downwind. "I apologize for the stench. I'm working on it."
Herihi grimaced as the sudden movement of Sserp made the stench worse for a moment but stayed where she was by Sserp's side
Timil rode onward at a slow trot, until he caught up with Travosh. "Okay, you have backup. What's the plan?"
Sarras sighed and turns to face the newcomers. She asks Travosh, "Did Aramara tell you what she saw?"
Aramara waved one paw and shook her head, placing the other paw upon her knee, "Oh... no... it's ok... urp... I'm just... I'm a little sensitive is all."
Travosh shook his head at Sarras. "I'm not interested in that fenki's inane and particular brand of crazy."
Sarras said, "Alright," and decides to not bother.
Aramara lifted her head to see the group progressing onwards and waved Sserp and Herihi along, "Come one let's *urp*... let's see what they're doing."
Sserp awkwardly cast a defensive wind spell to try and blow some of the stench away, at least temporarily.
Herihi nodded and follows quietly, a look of apprehension still on her face
Sarras sniffed and suddenly gagged. "Gods, what is that?! They haven't brought a grendol along, have they?"
Travosh did finally allow himself one smile. "I wouldn't doubt it. Hydlaa is full of idiots."
Sserp frowned "I heard that," he said.
Sarras suppressed a giggle.
Timil drew his longsword and readied his shield.
Aramara tried to stay far enough ahead of Sserp to not be bothered by the smell, she reached the other trio now, giving a nod to each in turn, "Travosh, Sarras... how nice to see you two here."
Sserp frowns "I heard that," he says.
Travosh returned to his glare at the new company. "Welcome to meddle central. Hold your rivnaks and any other notions you have of charging in their like a shining knight, and know you're stepping all over a plan I've got in place with Evirea, one I am willing to explain to you."
Sserp shrugged. "Maybe I'd better stay outside of the cave. I don't want the smell tipping Barsidious off."
Timil nodded to Travosh. "I learned not to meddle previously... same for charging in without a plan or backup... I'm all ears, friend."
Sarras wondered why Sserp was even there. "That would be wise..."
Aramara gladly took the opportunity to sit on a rock and catch her breath after the climb, bowing her head to Travosh, "Please... explain away."
Travosh took in a breath to begin his explanations. "Evirea is wearing an amulet, one I stole from a rather potent warlock some time back and repurposed. Barsidious is fond of breaking into his victims minds, as it is a realm few are capable of resisting him in. With this amulet, he will bypass Evirea's, and enter mine instead. I will attempt to keep him busy until she can accost him, however if you wish this will be an opportune time for your own entrances."
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Barsidious gave Evirea's foot yet another tug. "Ah ah," he said, speaking over her muted wailing. "That's the guilt again, isn't it? The guilt over your parents. You know, you might as well have killed them yourself. It was your fault, after all. If you had been able to be better...if you'd captured that Butcher, they wouldn't be dead. But no...you are worthless, and so you failed them."
Evirea took in another shuddering breath. "Shut up!" She shrieked. "Shut up, I say! You don't know anything! Nothing!" She could hear the hysteria leaking in now, past the carefully placed barriers, the solid walls of level-headedness. And he hadn't even tried to enter her mind yet. He was right, she was utterly pathetic, a waste, a worthless and scorn-worthy waste.
Barsidious twirled the knife in his hands, considering, weighing. He smiled quietly to himself, admiring the way the dull black sheen reflects the vacant space above his head, the stalactites that have surely taken years and years to form. "So easily broken, yet you try to seem so strong. But you're not strong. You're weak. So weak you chased that killer down, didn't you Evirea? Did you turn him over to the law, as your instructors commanded? ...Oh no, I think not."
Evirea tightened her grip on the hook, weeping quietly. Her tears found their way down her cheeks, slowly, a drizzle as sluggish as the blood that was still oozing from her wound. "Oh, I killed him," she replied, her voice rough, words forced through a tight throat. "I killed him nice and slow. Peeled off his skin...dermal layers...epidermal. He was delirious with pain, and even then, I kept going."
Evirea threw her head back and laughed forcefully, her countenance nearly crazed. "Oh yes, I killed him. What of it, murderer, you think that makes me like you?" She jerked her head down and glared at him. "No, I will never confess that. Never."
Barsidious leaned casually against a stalagmite, folding his arms over his chest. "Oh?" he replied. "You know...I think you'd like to know something." He took a step closer. "I'm afraid you missed one of my kills...a particularly satisfying one." He dug around in his pocket, and drew out a small pouch. Slowly, he opened it, and dropped sets of gnarled stitching into his palm. He hummed softly. "A rather interesting fellow, that Sillamon Sallow. Tragic, his death. A far better man than you. Such a kindly old blind dwarf...Xiosian to the core. He revealed to me the truth depth of my depravity...I shall be forever grateful to him."
Evirea let out another scream, this time filled with rage. "YOU BASTARD!" she shrieked. "YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SONOVABITCH!" She struggled frantically, adrenaline and anger coursing through her veins, before she fell limp again, panting, twitching, and sobbing quietly.
Barsidious chuckled quietly once more, stepping forward and grabbed hold of Evirea's foot. In one swift flash of azure light, he entered her mind, and at the same instant, the amulet around her neck began to throb. After all, she was distressed, and the timing was ripe.
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Timil looked genuinely impressed as Travosh relayed his plan to the group. "Wow, that's quite brilliant! And an elegant trap, I must say."
Aramara nodded to Travosh, "Can you guarantee both their survival?"
Sarras asked, "Both? We want this murderer to live?"
Sserp spoke up. "I wonder... would we be able to use my curse as a weapon against him? It has a weakening effect on the body."
Aramara nodded again, leaning back on the rock she had perched herself upon, "Yes, it is very important that they both live. That's why I've come here."
Sarras argued with Aramara, "Don't bring honor into this. If anyone gets a chance, they should kill him."
Travosh shook his head. "I intend to kill this man myself if Evirea cannot, it is what she wants, along with myself."
Herihi chimed in, "Will not death just send him to the death realm and then back here again?"
Travosh grinned sadistically. "Not that death."
"Unless you have a way to give him a taste of his own medicine,” Timil said.
Aramara stood and approached travosh, trying to meet him eye to eye, "Travosh, you must listen to me... Barsidious is not all that he seems. There is a greater darkness that dwells behind him. It wants his death. You must not kill him."
Herihi nodded "Permadeath would be justice for that creature, from what I have heard of his exploits. Though we may lose valuable information from him. What if he isn't working alone?"
Sserp nodded. "Yes, information is a valuable commodity. I should know."
Travosh gaave a simple shrug. "I do not care, Aramara. He will die by somebodies hands, myself or Evirea's."
Herihi shrugged, "Well then his accomplices or ones he work with will get away with causing more death and more harm. I think he works with at least on other...but it's your plan Travosh. If you want to kill him by all means end his miserable life."
Aramara turned then from Travosh and looked at the others, "Yes... I'm sure he has much information to give."
Timil heard shouting coming from the cave, and fought to keep himself from rushing in to help.
Travosh shook his head. "If he is indeed a pawn, he will not have been told anything. Let alone would a madman care to tell us."
Timil glanced urgently at the others. "I agree with Travosh." Timil seemed momentarily taken aback that he has just uttered those words. "Uh.. yeah... We should kill Barsidious before he can find a way to escape to kill again."
Aramara shook her head, speaking firmly, if not cryptically, "His death dooms us all."
Travosh laughed at Aramara. "Such predictions I'd expect from the sister of Icerra."
Timil interjected, glancing repeatedly at the mouth of the cave. "Right now I'm more concerned that our delay will doom Evirea."
Sarras held up her finger and opens her mouth as if to speak but decides against it. She tilted her head at Aramara. "What sort of doom? You're being vague."
Herihi nodded in agreement with Aramara. "Actually from little bits I have gathered there is a darkness that seems to be behind many of what is going on in Hydlaa lately. Behind Barsidious as well and maybe even the plague."
Sserp pulled out his journal and starts scribbling some notes.
Aramara turned her head sharply at Herihi, her eyes narrowing on her briefly, before answering Sarras, "A greater evil. The evil that controls him. it will use his death as a gateway to our world."
Travosh suppressed his laughter. "And I'm sure it has tentacles and will strike down the gods and ten thousand cycles of blackness. Anyone who wishes to do more than try and cause mass hysteria, may want to move closer to the cave entrance below. I fear it is nearly time."
Sarras asked curiously and somewhat skeptically, "Are you speaking of some..." Her hand twirled as she tries to think of the right words. "...Some otherworldly... demon... or... thing...?"
Timil was no longer paying attention to the chatter, but now waited for Travosh's signal.
Sserp glanced up from his note-taking as a scream exited the cave. "Oh my..." he gasped.
Aramara unshouldered her bow and notches an arrow, beginning her descent towards the cave below
Travosh widened his eyes, his own amulet beginning to emit an azure glow. "Take a few minutes, then go! Its time!"
Timil nodded, and started a mental countdown.
Herihi followed Aramara and Timil into the cave
Travosh was forced to sit, eyes drooping low. "And for gods sakes, kill him once and for all!"