The Snake Report Book III - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

[Talia]

She could still rember the tunnels. Weeks on end, spent climbing, only to find those flas waiting. Those horrible, undying, specters, haunting the world above. Even more terrible than the creatures hunting the world below.

Fires, that could only be of Chaos.

So who traveled closer couldn’t even endure the sight of them. Those who stared deep within those flas, beca blinded. They clawed at their skin, in pain, begging to stop the visions. Others lost their minds entirely. They went mad with laughter, they turned on one another, violent and hungry as the fires in the distance.

As she fled, though, she could never quite escape the screams. Who it was they belonged to, she could not have said.

Even after the spirit found her, even after she began her journey back through the caverns and tunnels, through monsters and ancient secrets best left forgotten: she knew one thing.

Those voices could break any mind.

Listening to language not ant for the ears of n, furious as it was euphoric. Even the faintest whispers she’d heard, before she ran from them, had left their mark. From those words, those tones, those cackling bouts of screaming laughter, ca creeping secrets that pulled thoughts in patterns and shapes, building the pieces needed to twist, to pull, to snap-

Talia sat up, drenched in sweat, reaching for her weapon.

Her hand felt… skin.

Cloth, not armor. Blankets, not steel. Where had…

Ah, that was right.

She wasn’t in the Dungeon, any longer. There had been a fight.

The City, the earthquakes, monsters… the centipede...

“Thank you, Spirit.” She whispered aloud.

For once, no one answered.

Looking about, the room she now found herself was a far cry from the battlefield she rembered. Laying in a comfortable bed, covered in warm, clean, sheets. Beside the bed, a small end table, with a cup of water and so folded cloth. Her armor- dented and scuffed, in all its glory, hung from a shelf beside a thick door of wood.

Real wood.

Deep reddish texture, with layers that seed to shine with a glossy polish, or stain. She hadn’t seen much of that material since arriving on the Old Continent, but it appeared genuine. Which ant wealth… perhaps? Leaning further forward, she groaned..

Regret hit her, in ti with the pain.

Unpleasant ripples up her arms and shoulders from what could only be broken bones that had been healed. Even set right and sead together by faith, the echoes of what had occurred could never be entirely wiped away. Then, ca the vertigo.

“So cold…” Talia wrapped herself up, breathing deeply.

The price had been paid, surely. Just as the Spirit had warned her. Considering what had been asked, it was a wonder she was even alive.

Talia lay back, letting the feelings settle. As her vision swam back into shape, she found herself looking up to what rested above her bed. There, a crest stared down. Badly burned about its edges, as if dropping into open flas.

A four-headed frog… that was quite a strange symbol.

“Why so many?” She murmured the question aloud, as she eyed it. “Two heads would have been plenty.”

“I’d just like to know who she is.” A voice spoke.

Talia froze. Looking back towards the door, she could hear soone approaching.

“Dren said she’s a ‘good person’ who deserves our help.” Another voice replied. A woman’s tone, this ti. “But, I’m fairly certain that good people are a myth.”

“Again with the sarcasm.” The man’s voice grumbled, as heavy steps brought them closer. “Tuth seems to agree with him. He’s normally much more suspicious of people.”

“Tuth? Of course he does.”

“What’s that supposed to an?”

“Have you seen her. Alem?”

“Aye.”

“Aye, huh? Always knew you had a weakness for blonds.” The voices stopping briefly at the scuffing sounds of sothing moving. “Stefano needs to clear more space for us. He agreed these rooms weren’t for storage.”

“Stefano doesn’t need to do anything, Eveth. We should be glad he’s been as patient with us as he has.”

“We paid him. He’s gotten his fair share.”

“Dungeon’s still off-limits. Haven’t been able to collect for so ti now, but you don’t seem him asking for rent.”

“The nice lump-sum up front was more than fair for a wagon and so supplies-”

“And trust, Eveth. Compared to Gold, trust is far more valuable to . We’re rather short on friends, recently. Just because the Empire is being friendly with us, doesn’t change the fact that both rchants and the rcenary Guilds bla us for that fiasco.”

“Fine.” The woman cut the conversation short, as Talia heard another door open. “Trust it is.”

The voices grew quieter, as Talia turned her head to listen.

“I would still like to know who she is, though.” She heard the man grumble. “Saw a lot of Magic I’ve never even heard of out there. I know I’m not a Mage, but I thought I knew a thing or two.”

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”Faith and Earth were present, but I don’t know what the fire was.”

“It spoke.”

“It did.”

“Do you think it might be…” The voice hushed, as Talia strained to hear. “Dren thinks she’s related to our… friend.”

“It’s ridiculous enough have been him.” The woman replied, voice almost inaudible. “After hearing a ball of fla shouting, I’ll agree to that much.”

“Any thoughts on the rest of it? I know you can see more than most.”

“The Earth Magic wasn’t normal. Not nearly as complex as our… friend’s, but close. Instead of an entire spell, it was just a small fraction, molding things into shape over and over.” They paused. “I’d say it was far more than any ordinary Mage would have been capable of.”

“So, you agree?”

“I think it’s reasonable to assu our guest might know sothing. She might be involved, in so way.” They paused, again. “Why now, though? He’s been silent since Imra-”

“We know Imra wasn’t from around these parts. Safe to assu they traveled before coming here. I doubt we’re the only people who worked with them, at so point.”

“I’ll be honest, Alem: that’s exactly what’s worrying .”

Their voices were quieter, now. Talia had to lean over the edge of the bed, to try and listen.

“I should talk to her.” The man said. “See what she knows.”

“Oh, really?”

“I’ll see if we can get so answers-

“Sotis, I swear. You’re as bad as Tuth, Alem.”

“What?”

“Talk to the gorgeous blond woman, lying half naked on the bed.” The woman snorted. “Just because you were the last one to talk to the snake, doesn’t an-”

Talia gasped, as her palm slipped- barely catching herself on the end-table. She watched, as the cup tumbled, landing with a loud sound.

The voices stopped.

She held her breath.

“Should we check on her?” The man asked, quietly. “I heard sothing.”

“Should we check on her, he says…" The reply was icy. “I’ll do it.”

“Co now.”

“Poor woman barely has clothes on.”

“Stefano offered to provide so.”

“Oh, I bet he did.” The footsteps drew closer. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door. “I’m coming in.”

“Yes-” Talia didn’t get to finish her reply, before the door opened.

“I’ll yell if I need anything, Alem.” Standing by the entrance, a cloaked woman surveyed the room, eyes sweeping over Talia, before turning back to the hall with a frown. “Don’t even think about coming in, otherwise.” She finished, closing the door behind her, before glancing at Talia, again. “Hello.” She said. “I’m Eveth.”

“Hello.” Talia replied, cautiously. “I’m Paladin Thorolund. Talia Thorolund.”

“So formal.” Talia saw Eveth raise an eyebrow. “Let’s get so [Light] in here.”

At once, several spells ca to life. Not few one or two, but eight… nine… ten… eleven?

She gave up counting after they all began to move about the room.

“Wow." Talia blinked. For a Mage who didn’t introduce themselves with a title, it was quite a lot of spellwork. “Grant could never do more than nine, no matter how hard he tried. That’s amazing.”

“Grant?” The Mage stopped short, frowning.

“Ah, I’m sorry.” Talia shook her head. “You reminded of a friend. He was a Mage, too.”

“I see.” Eveth answered, pausing for a mont. Finally, after what seed intense deliberation, she spoke. “You should be dead.” She stopped again. “You should be dead, twice over.” She clarified. “In fact, I suspect you’ve probably been wondering why you’re not.”

“I… was, actually.” Talia admitted.

“You drank two mana potions. Of lesser quality, thankfully.”

“What?”

“After the fight, I managed to get you to drink two mana potions. All I had on .” Across from the bed, Eveth pulled a chair from beside the bed-side table, and took a seat. “Even after both of them, you still almost ran out of mana. It was like watching the spiritual-equivalent of a bleed-out.”

“So, that’s how.” Talia nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

“The talking ball of fla was using you as a siphon.” Staff resting atop her knees, the Mage ignored the formalities as she leaned closer. “Tell about that.”

“The Spirit?”

“Yes, that.” Eveth answered. "That Spirit."

“I didn’t know Mages these days were so religious.”

“I’m not, and you can’t fool . I know it wasn’t so secret Church Miracle.”

“Ah.”

“Ah.” Eveth replied, bluntly. “The ball of fire sounded an awful lot like soone I used to know.” She said. “I found that interesting. As did my friends.”

“Was this soone you used to know… an ally?” Talia asked, cautiously.

Across from her, Eveth sighed.

“You know why people don’t trust the Church, Paladin Thorolund?” She asked.

“No… why?”

“Because the Church has a bad habit of tricking people into trusting them, and then torturing them to death.” Eveth picked up her staff, tapping it on the floor. Simultaneously, the [Light] spells in the room around them drew in behind her. “Tell : what do the words tiny, blue, and destruction, an to you?” The [Light] spells shifted, molding into daggers. “You have three seconds.”

“What?” Talia asked, eyes wide.

“Two seconds, and I’m not joking.” The daggers got longer. “Tiny, blue, destruction. Answer.”

“A snake.” Talia choked out, quickly continuing. “They an a snake- a Basilisk.”

“What else?” The daggers of [Light] elongated further. Now all but thin swords, just inches away.

“What do you an-”

“What else do they an?” Eveth pressed. “Death, danger? Are they a threat? Tell !”

“No!” Talia gasped. “No, they’re not!”

“Then, what?” The blades approached. “What are they?”

“A friend.” Talia shouted. “They’re a friend!”

The blades stopped.

Eveth stared at her, before finally shaking her head.

The [Light] spells fell to pieces, crumbling off into dust, before reforming behind her, once again.

“I swear.” With a long sigh, the Mage held the bridge of her nose. “You’re either the worst Inquisitor this world has ever seen, or you’re sothing else.”

“You know him?” Talia asked. “Do you know where he is?”

“Why would I tell you?” Eveth asked. “You’re the stranger who inexplicably attached themselves to two of our Guild-mbers in a single afternoon.”

“Dren and Tuth? Are they here- are they well?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Eveth leaned back. “It’s them you’re worried about?” She muttered. “They’re fine.”

“I’m glad.”

“To think, people like you still exist.” Eveth crossed her arms, staff once again resting on her lap. “Thought the world swallowed all of you up years ago.”

“It tried.” Talia replied quietly. “Tell , what happened to him?"

"Who? Dren?"

"No, not Dren."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eveth shrugged.

"I’m talking about the blue serpent, with green flas."

"Did the Church send you?

“No."

"Then-"

"I swear to the First King: I'm not an Inquisitor." Talia stated. "I don't work for anyone. Not for the Church, or the Empire."

"Sure."

"Knowing what I do, there's no denying those are both likely searching by now." Talia replied. "But, I'm not with them."

"Fine." Eveth frowned. "Say, by chance, I believe you, Paladin Thorolund. What do you want?"

"To find him." Talia answered. “I’ve been trying to find him, for so ti now.”

“And, why’s that?”

"For the sa reason you won't give an answer." Talia answered. "Or, so I'd like to assu."

“Oh?” Eveth’s eyes narrowed. “How so?”

"There should be a hole in your chest, but there isn’t." Talia let the statent sit in the air.

"I don't-"

"There should be. I can see it, because the Spirit lets see it.” Talia continued. “Just like he lets see the traces of him on all of you.”

“The Spirit." Eveth repeated. "The orb of fla, we saw earlier?"

"It was once his voice." Talia answered. "One of them, at least."

"Of course it was." Eveth muttered. “Is that how you found us? Residual mana traces, or sothing similar?”

"I followed the signs, when I could find them."

"Interesting."

Eveth's statent was left to hang there, until Talia finally filled the silence.

“Do you know what’s happening on the Northern Continent, Eveth?” Talia asked. “What is happening to the world, at large?”

“There’s a fire.”

“It’s not just a fire.”

“Well, that’s what people around here are calling it.” Eveth replied. “A fire.”

“They’re wrong.” Talia shook her head. “It's much worse. But when the flas took the Northern Continent, and covered the surface, do you know what I did?” With great effort, Talia pushed herself upright, ignoring the pain. “I fought my way through the Dungeon until I could finally reach an entrance by the coast. From there, I stumbled through a dying city, to throw myself into the waves.” Turning herself, until her feet could touch the floor, Talia continued. “When no ships would fly across the ocean, I found one brave enough to sail.” Legs shaking, she stood, blanket draped over her shoulders. “From that ocean, I arrived to cross a wasteland, filled with monsters and worse, to finally make it here.”

“Why?” Eveth asked, quietly.

"He once saved my life. Just like he saved yours."

"And that's why you want to find him?"

"No." Talia answered. "But, that's one of the reasons why I have to."

She watched as Eveth closed her eyes. The frown was gone now, and with it, the apprehension had faded away. Whatever the Mage had seed to have felt before, there was a different expression.

"You might find your friend isn't quite who you rember."

"That doesn't matter. I still need to see him."

"See him, huh?" Talia saw Eveth's face flicker, holding back an emotion.

"Yes."

Was it Sadness? Pity?

No… it was empathy, Talia realized.

"Trust , you don't." Eveth said. "You really don't."