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+ Belphanior 14th/14th/14th level elven fighter/wizard/thief +
+ Jutokai 8th level human archer +
+ Otto 8th/11th level dwarven fighter/thief +
+ Razor Charlie 9th level human fighter +
+ Skektek 12th level human wizard +
+ Ys 13th level reptilian fighter +
+ Zhao 8th level human swordsman +
+ Bosco 12th level halfling thief +
+ Mongo 18th level dwarven fighter +
+ Gorgo 9th level dwarven berserker +
+ Boltar high priest of Pholtus +
+ Drak barbarian warrior +
+ Parekh dark-skinned female wizard +
+ Neera female human sage/astrologer +
+ allies summoned by Belphanior: +
+ orc +
+ giant frog +
+ Date: the week between 3/579 and 4/579 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: indeterminate +
+ Place: a cavern within an isle amidst the Solnor Ocean +
+ Climate: mild +
+ "Governments change...the lies stay the same." +
+ - James Bond, from _Goldeneye_ +
DCCXXV. Writing on the Wall
After exploring a hemispherical chamber that held various interesting
things, the party prepares to take the one unexplored exit from the area:
an exit hall directly opposite the one through which they'd entered.
Gorgo: (warily eyeing the monsters that Belphanior conjured)
Belphanior: We're not taking any more risks. That's why I've summoned
these monsters to help us.
Mongo: You mean walk into all the traps.
Bosco: That's great, but what happens when we run out of monsters?
Belphanior: I don't know. I'll lead the party, if I have to. We can
cross that bridge when we come to it.
Bosco: Sure thing, whatever you say.
Belphanior: Damn right.
The exit hall was smaller than the previous area, and contained no
wall-to-wall-to-ceiling frescoes, faded and chipped away due to the
passage of a great many years. No, this hallway was merely fifteen
feet high and arched, its walls covered in elaborate carvings. There
was a difference, though...
Neera: Writing! Some of this is writing!
Bosco: It looks like carvings to me...pictures or designs, nothing
Neera: (regards the halfling with a sidelong look) That's because you
haven't spent years studying ancient civilizations.
Bosco: Nope, I just rob them.
Neera: (turns to one wall again, disregarding the halfling) See here?
This is a carven image, but these marks _here_ are obviously characters
of some sort. If only we could understand them...
Parekh: (working a spell) We will shortly.
The slender wizardess finished her magical incantation, her hand now
glowing with a pale blue light. She touched the writings on the wall...
Parekh: I can't read this. (she frowns, glancing to Drak as if for
some moral support) That's never happened before.
Boltar: But why? These writings aren't magical...are they? I'm not
seeing them as anything other than normal stone.
Belphanior: (scanning the glyphs) Nope.
Neera: Incredible. I need to get some of this for further study.
Mongo: Oh, sure. We'll just rip loose a chunk of wall and carry it
Neera: (smirks, digging in her pack)
Gorgo: (whispering to Mongo) Are you serious?
Mongo: Not really, but I guess it might work.
Neera: (comes up with some parchment and a chunk of charcoal)
Otto: What are you up to?
Neera: Tracing. (she lays the parchment over some of the glyphs and
begins rubbing it with the coal)
Parekh: (raises an eyebrow)
Parekh: Sometimes we're so tied up with magic and raw power that we
forget about the simple ways.
Skektek: Not me - I still think about that magic and raw power.
Zhao: (to Belphanior) Must we sit around and wait for this? I would
like to keep scouting ahead...
Belphanior: (nods) Skektek, Jutokai, Razor Charlie, and Zhao - you
four go on ahead and see what's there. (he turns to the orc and the
giant frog) You will precede these four, as you are the bravest of
orc: (salutes dumbly)
giant frog: Ribbit!
With that, the advance scouting party went ahead, while the others
watched Neera trace out her letterings...
Neera: That should do it.
Parekh: Did you get enough?
Neera: More than enough, I think, to enable me to study this language
and eventually decode it.
Belphanior: Glad to hear that.
Gorgo: (having turned his attention to some of the carven images on
these same walls) Hey, look at this.
Gorgo: These things here look kinda like those snake-people we fought
Mongo: What the hell are you...hey! (to no one in particular) He's
Drak: No shit...(he examines the carvings)
Parekh: (joins the barbarian) Interesting.
Parekh: These carvings make it look like the snake-people were servants
of this empire...or slaves.
Belphanior: I think you're right. Neera, what do we know about any of
Neera: Well, the Panagaean Empire wasn't known for its benevolence at
all. Its rulers tended to destroy or enslave whoever they conquered.
Belphanior: (nods) Including, then, these snake-people?
Neera: It's entirely possible...even probable. And that would explain
why the same snake-people - their descendants, at least - still live
here on this isle.
Parekh: The snake-people in these images seem...more advanced than the
ones we've seen.
Ys: Of course - think about it: the empire takes a flourishing culture,
enslaves it, then the empire and all of its lands are wiped out. Now
we've seen all that's left of the conquered people, and they are little
more than barbarians.
Neera: (nodding, excited) Yes! You've got it - that's got to be how it
Belphanior: Hmm. Good work, Gorgo.
Gorgo: (beams happily, pleased to have made an important discovery)
Otto: (examining an area of the other wall, a bit further along the hall)
I think you should see this...
Bosco: (already there) Hey, the snake-people weren't the only ones.
Belphanior: What are you talking about...?
The opposite wall had the same sort of carvings, both images and glyphs,
except that a different race was depicted on its face...
Neera: The bird-men!
Parekh: These Panagaeans enslaved _two_ races?
Bosco: Those rotten bastards.
Belphanior: This is no laughing matter, Bosco.
Bosco: I'm not laughing.
Neera: So, like the descendants of the snake-people, those of the bird-
people also live on this isle.
Parekh: And maybe nowhere else.
Belphanior: If they do live in other areas of the world, they might not
even be the same as the ones here, exactly - this is like a pocket of
civilization, completely isolated from everything.
Neera: For thousands of years...(she gets a fresh piece of parchment and
begins taking new tracings)
Ys: This really is fascinating...but also somewhat sickening.
Belphanior: How's that?
Ys: I...cannot really explain it. Not right now. Some other time,
Belphanior: What kind of an answer is that?
Ys: The only one you're going to get, for now.
Belphanior was about to retort when a ruckus from further down the hall
caused all of them to turn and look that way.
Otto: Shit, something's going on - they must have run into trouble!
Belphanior: (takes off at a sprint, Otto on his heels)
Mongo: (hefts his hammer, breaking into as much of a run as his short
legs will allow) C'mon, Gorgo - it's clobbering time!
next: the TRUE entrance to the Tomb proper!
notes: This one was the last story I wrote in 2000 - on 12/31 to be
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