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To Tim
The Magi
Now as at all times I can see in the minds eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvarys turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
The Story
So Far
While travelling through the ice-locked country of
Krarth in the land of Legend, Altor, a young warriormonk, countered a mortally wounded stranger who
entrusted him with the jewelled pommel-stone of the
Sword of Life. This magical weapon is said to be the
only thing that can overcome the Five Magi ancient
wizards who, banished from the earth, have transformed themselves into baleful comets in the night
sky.
But the pommel stone was soon lost and along
with Caelestis, a clever knave Altor found himself
obliged to participate in a deadly contest to regain it.
The pair succeeded, but in doing so earned themselves
the undying emnity of an Oriental warlock known as
Icon the Ungodly.
Their next step is to find the hilt of the Sword of
Life. But now the Five Magi themselves are aware
of their quest, and will use all of their otherworldly
power in an effort to prevent it. Altor and Caelestis will find that many terrible dangers lie in wait for
them....
Chapter 1
The Knights
Quest
ventured.
Altor shook his head doggedly. I spoke to the innkeeper. He confirmed Sir Varadaxs story. The Lady
in Grey is well known in this region for her depravity
and diabolic magic. Unfortunately, here in Krarth the
authorities regard such behaviour as normal.
Varadax nodded. As long as she restricts her victims
to peasants, wanderers and foreigners like myself and
my brother, she is free to do as she likes. It makes me
seethe to think of the injustices she has perpetrated,
all of them unpunished!
Caelestis could see the way things are going and
he did not like it. The only advice we can give you,
sir knight, is this old adage: the best revenge is to live
well. Now, my friend and I should be moving on...
Even as he spoke, Caelestis knew it was too late.
The flame of adventure was in Altors eyes. Our duty
is clear, said the young warrior-monk. This demon
woman will account for her misdeeds, and she will do
so before the sun sets on another day. So I swear by
almighty God and all His troops of angels!
Well spoken, young sir, said the knight, overjoyed.
Caelestis just groaned.
Hoarfrost shimmered in the pre-dawn light. Cobwebs
of silvery lace covered the hedgerows. They passed a
this moment, Caelestis, so forgive him for his singlemindedness, cant you? And as for our own quest, remember that virtue is its own reward.
I suspect you were taught logic by a halfwit, said
Caelestis grumpily. Virtue will not provide me with
new boots when these wear out, nor will it guide us to
the next part of the Sword of Life.
For that we dont need virtue, said Altor in a tone
which his friend found infuriating. We have faith.
Sir Varadax had drawn up his horse. It snorted
steam into the grey morning air. They caught up with
him and saw, on the crest of the next hill, a tower
whose walls were choked with ivy. It looked like a
knot of shadow in the twilight.
The abode of the Lady in Grey, said Varadax. Now
the grim task is upon us, my young friends. May the
soul of my brother witness our deed this day, and may
the mother of God grant that our courage is strong.
Amen to that, said Altor grimly. He loosened his
sword in its scabbard so that he could draw it instantly
when needed.
They approached the tower in silence. Dusty skulls
lay either side of the open portcullis. Varadax dismounted and tethered his steed to a rusted iron ring
set in the tower wall.
All three looked at each other. By tacit agreement,
Altor advanced first into the gateway. The other two
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own sword.
Lady, said Altor, although a novice I am empowered to hear your confession. I advise you to make
your peace with God now, for we have all three sworn
an oath to send you this day back to your infernal
master in Hell.
Actually, said Caelestis, I didnt make the oath
myself, but I am forced to agree with the general sentiment.
The Lady tossed her head disdainfully. A monk, a
knave and an old man you think I count you more
than spittle in the dust? I have other spells and other
servitors, and more than enough ways to
The first pink rays of the sun washed the room. As
the light touched her, the Lady in Grey fell silent. She
stood rigid as though turned to stone.
She is frozen by the daybreak! cried Varadax triumphantly. We must seize our chance and slay her
now.
He leaped forward, sword upraised, but he was
mistaken in thinking the Lady powerless. Her luminous eyes flashed, cold white pebbles in the red glow
of dawn. Varadax felt the floor shift beneath his feet
and, staring down in horror, saw tendrils reaching up
out of the flagstones. They whipped around his legs,
encircled his chest and neck, pulled tight around his
wrists. In seconds he was caught fast in the grip of
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granite-hard coils.
Im trapped! he gasped as the tendrils tightened
on his throat.
Altor had also launched himself across the room.
Caelestis shouted a warning. Altor glanced down to
see more tendrils oozing out of the floor by his feet.
He hacked them away before they could harden.
She can still cast her spells! said Caelestis.
Altor saw it was true. Although she was held motionless by the suns rays, the Ladys eyes still roved
around the chamber. The touch of her gaze was palpable the creep of spiders legs across bare skin.
Her voice whispered at the back of their minds. It
was a horrible sensation, like hearing a quiet voice
speak from under the bed when you think you lie
alone in your room. Did you think I would be so easy
to overcome? the voice said. Depart my tower at once
and I shall permit you to live. Refuse, and all the forces of the netherworld will be unleashed against you.
Caelestis was prepared to talk it over. All three of
us? he asked aloud.
No you striplings only. The silent voice hissed
inside their skulls. Varadax has vexed me once too
often. Now hell abide here among the remains of my
earlier victims.
Altor lifted his sword and began to advance towards
her. Out of the question.
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Chapter 2
In
Dreams
ff-balance after his lunge at the armours visor, Altor saw no chance to avoid the lethal
spear-tip. But just an instant before it struck
he was shoved to one side. The spear passed between
him and Caelestis. Sparks and chips of masonry flew
as its blade snapped against the wall.
Caelestis somersaulted over his friend and was on
his feet instantly. Altor rolled over in time to see the
armoured suit turn, stabbing down at him with the
butt of the spear. He slashed his sword across and was
gratified to see the wooden haft of the spear shatter
in his foes hands.
The suit of armour reeled with the momentum of
its attack, teetering above him, and for a moment Altor thought it was going to fall and squash him, but
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Chapter 3
The
Meteor
gritted teeth.
You shouldve spent your money on sensible travelling clothes instead of courtly finery, said Altor unsympathetically.
Bad enough that I have to risk my life on some
foolish adventure, complained Caelestis. Do you also
expect me to go about looking like a peasant on his
way to a cattle market?
A dim sickly light seeped down between the trees.
Altor pointed to the green disk swiftly rising over
the treetops. See, the comet that the Krarthians call
Green Flame. Its one of the Five.
I know. It was me that told you about them, remember? Its a planet of ill omen, Altor the more so
for us, since the Five are our foes.
Men make their own luck. In this case, Green
Flame may ironically give us aid. Now then... he
turned, getting his bearings, it always rises in the
north-west, so the path ought to be somewhere over
this way.
Altor strode on with cheerful vigour, oblivious of
the glare that Caelestis directed at his back. Still more
infuriatingly, it was only a few moments before Altor called out in triumph. And here it is! Come on,
Caelestis. Only an hour or so to go and well be warming ourselves with hot broth at the tavern fireside.
They threaded their way through the darkened
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woods. The snow soon stopped falling but the temperature continued to drop. The air became crisp as
a light frost formed on the bark of the trees. They
could see nothing but the thin snow-dusted ribbon
of the path just ahead. Everything else was lost in
the gloom. Through the overhanging branches they
caught glimpses of the green comet sailing like an
emerald through the star-filled night sky.
An hours slog through frost-brittle ferns brought
them to a clearing that they had not passed before.
Neither had spoken in all this time. Caelestis stopped
and blew out his breath in a long indignant puff. You
know the story of Pandora? he said. How she let all
the ills in the world out of a jar?
Altor nodded warily, because he knew Caelestis was
only setting him up for some elaborate reprimand.
After all the ills had flown, there was one thing left
and it was Hope, went on Caelestis. Now, the question that I find myself asking is: was this a good thing?
One point of view is that Hope makes the worlds ills
tolerable. I reject this thesis. My own experience has
been and here he rounded on his friend angrily
that a false hope makes a miserable situation ten
times worse!
We must have found the wrong path, said Altor.
The only thing now is to build a campfire and wait
till dawn.
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His calmly efficient tone that only annoyed Caelestis all the more. If, if mind you, we had not dillydallied around with Sir Varadax and the admittedly
charming Seresha then we would have passed through
the woods before sunset and reached Misdren hours
ago.
The old gentlemen wanted to tell us about the exploits of his youth, Altor said adamantly. It wouldve
been rude to leave sooner. In any case, you were so
attentive to the lady Seresha that I began to think I
was going to have to physically prise you away from
her side.
Pah! I was merely rubbing the circulation back into
her delicate hands after that long sleep.
Not just her hands, I think, Caelestis, chided
Altor.
Caelestis rolled up his eyes. Then he caught sight of
something. Pointing up into the night sky, he grabbed
Altors arm. Look!
A flare of light stood out from the Green Flame for
an instant, like a cinder breaking off a burning log.
They both stood squinting into the darkness. Caelestis put up one hand to cover the Green Flame itself,
and could now make out a speck of light falling earthwards. At first no bigger than a firefly, it grew rapidly
in size and brightness. A high-pitched whistling was
audible in the still night air.
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his friend.
Altor was dubious. It seems too convenient. Green
Flame is sometimes known as the gift star, but the
gifts it brings are always unlucky.
Caelestiss cloak had been ripped to tatters by
brambles as they ran, and his face was scratched
where branches had whipped painfully across it, but
for once he didnt care. Sucking the cold night air
into his lungs, he had neither complaints nor quips
to make. He could think only of the creature striding
after them, green eyes lighting the darkness, hands
of bone outstretched to suck the warmth from their
bodies.
We stay here, were dead, he decided.
They climbed into the boat and pushed off from
the shore. Altor took up the oars. Caelestis sat in the
prow and looked back at the wall of tree trunks encircling the lake.
At that moment the skeletal creature burst from the
bushes. Caelestis tensed as he met its unhuman stare.
It loped down to the edge of the lake and stopped.
Caelestis relaxed and began to smile. It seems our
friend cant swim... he said to Altor.
But Caelestiss grin soured when he saw the creature
bend and thrust its hands down towards the water.
Instantly a path of ice formed across the lake, angling
towards the boat and completely encircling it.
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Chapter 4
The Questing
Beast
Not the gruel. Im talking about that thing that attacked us in the forest.
Caelestis groaned. Id hoped it was just a nightmare...
The Faltyn said that Green Flame sent it to hunt
us down. You remember I told you about the harpist
who gave me the pommel stone? The werewolves who
killed him were under the influence of Blue Moon.
Caelestis nodded. The comets are supposed to be
the spirits of the five greatest of the True Magi. Those
are The Five that the harpist mentioned.
So we must expect attacks from the others. What
can you tell me about them?
Green Flame and Blue Moon you already know
about. Also there is Red Death, which astrologers
take as the symbol of wanton carnage and terror.
White Light I believe represents secrecy and arcane
knowledge. Lastly theres Yellow Eye, which stands
for fever and decay.
I see that Krarthian astrology has its morbid
streak.
Caelestis gave a bleak laugh. No question of that.
Its a national characteristic in fact.
While they were talking, a scar-faced sailor had
rolled in off the street and greeted the landlord with a
jovial curse. In short order he downed three glasses of
the local firewater, a potent liquor brewed from sea42
hands existence?
With barely more than a dozen florins left, I dont
think weve any choice. Altor beamed at the sailor.
Were your men.
The sailor laughed and drained a last glass. Not
mine. Tis Captain Lazarus I work for. So come along
an see if yer faces fit.
He reeled out of the door leaving Caelestis and
Altor to snatch up their belongings and hurry along
behind. They caught up to him at the end of the cobbled street where he was shoving his way through the
seafront crowds. No-one seemed anxious to pick a
fight with him when they turned and saw his tough
scarred face.
Altor put out his hand as they walked. Brother Altor of Ellesland, he said. My friend is Caelestis.
The sailor looked at the proffered hand but did not
shake it. Grograms the name. My ships the Questing Beast.
Curious, said Caelestis. I assumed it might be
named the Drunken Sot.
Grogram looked at him with hooded eyes. You
want your lip bust, do yer, lad?
Caelestis returned a disdainful look. Before he could
reply, Altor moved across so that he walked between
them. Which is your ship of these two fine vessels?
he said to Grogram.
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Apparently Grogram was not interested in pursuing his quarrel with Caelestis. He pointed to a large
whaling ship tethered to the quay and led the way
swaggering up the gangplank.
Altor fell back and grabbed Caelestiss arm. Why
are you trying to antagonize him? he hissed.
Hes not the captain, grumbled Caelestis, hes just
a sozzled sea-salt. I cant abide an underling with airs
above his station.
They stepped up onto a deck stained with the blubber of slaughtered whales. The smell was of grease and
rancid bilgewater. The captain, whose face seemed almost to have been crushed at some point so that it had
the appearance of a bruised melon, exchanged a few
words with Grogram and then walked over. He had
a limping gait and used a stick carved from narwhal
ivory.
The crew looked on darkly. Altor threw them a
broad smile that had no effect. Caelestis just stood
glowering.
The captain surveyed the two with eyes that burned
with an strange inner fire. Ah yes. Youll be ready for a
spot of whaling, I shouldnt doubt.
Almost correct, said Caelestis, except that my
friend is opposed to the senseless slaughter of animals
on religious grounds and I prefer not to get myself
drenched in gore. Therefore if you have openings for
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quaffing, but at least it helped to make Lazaruss conversation seem less tiresome.
The captain had only one abiding interest, and
that was the hunting and killing of whales. Over the
course of the meal he had explained every gruesome
detail of the profession with such gleeful fervour that
Caelestis had begun to wonder if he was sane.
Reaching over to his desk, Lazarus picked up a
chart and unfurled it in the dim candlelight. Caelestis
gave it a cursory glance and then turned his attention
to the cheese board.
Lazarus was tracing his finger along an arc drawn
on the chart. Here he lies in the depths of the Mistral
Sea, he muttered, battening on whales and dreaming of the end of time. This line shows where you
see that, lad? Thats the track of Yellow Eye when it
sweeps through the sky. Heh, this old chart cost me a
pretty sum, I can tell you...
Caelestis had been about to take a mouthful of
cheese when he noticed a weevil snuggled inside the
cracker on which hed spread it. He put the cracker
down hastily. Im sure it did, he said, stifling a yawn.
Ah, now is that a bottle of brandy you have propping
up those books, Captain?
Books? Lazarus lurched around, reeled out of his
chair and zigzagged towards his bunk, snatching up
one of the books on his way.
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Chapter 5
The World
Serpent
and his face was grey. In fact it had gone beyond grey.
It was almost green.
Grogram started to laugh. I can see you havent
got yer sea legs yet, he crowed. What about a spot
o breakfast to settle yer stomach? A rasher o greasy
bacon and a spoonful of scrambled eggs...?
Caelestis clapped a hand to his mouth, scuttled
across the swaying deck and leaned over the rail. It
was just in time. With woe-begone detachment he
watched his meal of the night before gush down into
the heaving sea.
Grogram strode off laughing.
Altor came over and put a hand on his friends
shoulder. Feeling better?
Caelestis sighed and wiped his mouth with his lace
handkerchief. Rather than put the soiled handkerchief
back in his pocket, he held it out between finger and
thumb and dropped it into the sea. If I died right now
I would feel better. Believe me, if the World Serpent
rose up and swallowed me at this instant it would be
a blessing.
Altor frowned and crossed himself. I told you its
not wise to say such things.
Why? I thought you didnt believe in it.
I didnt say that. Best not to tempt fate, all the
same.
Whats tempting fate? said a squeaky voice over60
head. They both looked up to see the cabin boy, Kenoi, hanging like a monkey from the rigging.
Nothing, said Altor.
Be off about your chores, said Caelestis.
Youve been sick, said Kenoi, in the same sort of
tone he might have used if accusing Caelestis of cowardice.
Yes. Now push off or Ill throw you overboard.
Yeah? You couldnt catch me, you lubber. Kenoi
thumbed his nose. Before Caelestis could grab him,
he swung up out of reach. They watched him rise
nimbly through the rigging until he was just a speck
against the grey sky.
You do have a knack of antagonizing people,
Caelestis, said Altor.
Aha! Not feeling too well I see! Lazarus came
swaggering over and clapped Caelestis on the back.
Weakened as he was by nausea, Caelestis had to
hold onto the rail to keep his legs from buckling under him. A bit queasy, he admitted.
Youll soon get used to it. Why, I was forever
chucking my guts up when I came aboard my first
ship. Couldnt keep a solid morsel down for weeks.
Then we hit a storm, and after it had cleared up I was
fine.
Ill look forward to that storm, then, said Caelestis
with heavy irony.
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Youll not have long to wait, I think. Lazarus beckoned his pilot over. Bildad, can you sight our way?
The portly sailor gazed up at the sky, now slate grey,
and shook his head. Not through those storm clouds,
Captain. I could not catch the beady gaze of old Yellow Eye himself.
Lazarus waved him away. Putting his arm around
Caelestiss shoulders, he drew him to one side and
spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. Its apt that Bildad
should speak of Yellow Eye, for in truth were not far
off the path it takes through the sky each night. You
know what that means, Caelestis. Soon the World
Serpent will show his head. Then a dozen harpoons
and a dozen times a dozen will strike him. Lazarus
flung his arms up and smacked his fist into his palm
to emphasize the point. And then he will be dead and
we will be accounted such heroes that the streets of
Port Quag will be paved with gold for us!
Caelestis mustered a queasy smile and nodded. Lazarus, grinning broadly, had his attention caught by a
sailor across the deck and wandered off.
The pilot, Bildad, had been loitering nearby. As
the cabin boy climbed down from the rigging the two
exchanged a few words and Bildad looked across to
where Caelestis and Altor stood. He shook his head,
started to walk away, then looked again. There was
a long pause as he seemed to mull something over.
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will just say this much, and then the matter is closed:
the captain asked me what I thought of renaming the
vessel the World Serpent. I said that the Questing
Beast had a more pleasing ring to it. That is all.
By now a dozen weather-beaten faces were staring
at him. None of them looked remotely convinced by
Caelestiss story.
At that moment Lazarus, who was up on the poop
deck, happened to notice the gathering of men below.
He descended to the quarterdeck and came bustling
over. Whats going on here? he demanded. Get back
to your stations, the lot of you.
Bildad could not help cringing at the stern tone of
command, but with weight of numbers on his side he
refused to be cowed. Kenoi says it aint whales were
hunting on this trip...
What would Kenoi know? But hang it, men, its
high time you all were told the glad news. Its Jormungand the World Serpent Im aiming to catch. What
do you make of that, eh?
There was stunned silence at this confirmation
of the rumour. Then Bildad raised his voice, saying,
Then its true! Grab him, lads!
Lazarus was astonished to be seized abruptly by
two burly harpooners. This is mutiny! he cried. Unhand your captain, you bilge rats! Mister Grogram!
Bildad cast a glance along the deck to the
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Chapter 6
Dourhaven
blue lord, for it was not yet at the time that feuds
should crack the keystones, nor at that time had ravening flame tasted the ramparts.
This long endured, said the lord in green. Those
who could speak of the first days of the world revealed
their lore to mortal ears. Mortal words, though those
of lords most wise, were counted from shore to shore
as inviolable commands.
It was the turn of the golden lord: The brutish thing
that lives in the darkness of the belly then stirred, the
cursed creature that drives oath-brother to war with
oath-brother, that hellish hate that eats from within.
From three score who once ruled, now only five
await the day that is to come, pronounced the white
lord. The images began to grow dim, the voices receded. From this pernicious place we shall go, escaping the foul fastness of the void, and return into the
living land. And no thing that dwells on earth shall
oppose us.
Altor was aware of an oppressive weight pressing
down on him. As the five lords faded, he struggled
to move his torpid limbs. His arm, heavy as lead, rose
and reached for the blazing Sword of Life...
You want to get that blanket off or hell suffocate.
Altor sat bolt upright. He was in bed. A maid with
apple-red cheeks was rearranging the blankets around
him. Realizing he was naked, Altor seized the sheets
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Caelestis.
Altor smoothed back his hair, wincing as he touched
the bandage on his cut forehead. It was just a dream.
I think. How did we get here? Suddenly he stared
around in panic. Cael the pommel stone!
Caelestis nodded towards the table in the bay window. The stone lay on the dark waxed wood, its facets
transforming the sunbeams into a fractured rainbow.
Relax, it was still in your pocket when I fished you
out.
Altor was doubly relieved to notice his sword
propped against the side of the bed. And Lazarus?
He decided to go down with his ship. A serious
look clouded Caelestiss face, but then he gave a shrug.
Lets face it, he wasnt a reasonable man. Anyway, we
drifted in the jolly boat for a few hours and just as
the sun was setting a merchant ship appeared on the
horizon. A long overdue stroke of good luck, I call it.
The captain took us aboard and was kind enough to
bring us here to Dourhaven.
Looking around for something to put on, Altor saw
that new clothes had been laid out beside the bed:
boots of blue leather with large silver buckles, grey
leggings, and a suede jerkin quilted for extra warmth.
They were rather finer than anything he would have
chosen for himself, and the amethyst-studded crucifix
that lay beside them was ostentatious to the point of
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Indeed, that is precisely why the case is so puzzling. We are going to the doctor now. Do not fret, he
will soon be cured.
Before the landlord could say any more, Caelestis
had bustled Altor outside into the street.
The cobblestones were dusted with snow and a raw
wind blew down from the north. After the near-stifling heat of the inn, Altor felt numbed. Bewildered,
he allowed Caelestis to lead him through the busy
streets. Something didnt seem quite right but maybe that was just the after-effects of his fever.
He stopped and looked back down the street. The
landlord stood now outside the inn, staring after them
with a worried look.
Caelestis took him by the arm and pulled him
down a narrow side street. This is a short cut to the
harbour.
Why are we going there? Id sooner have a stroll up
the coast a way.
We need to book passage to Port Lukvess, said
Caelestis, still tugging his friend along by the sleeve.
Port Lukvess? But were going to Wyrd across the
pack ice.
Ah, precisely! said Caelestis in a familiar tone
which Altor recognized as meaning he had just that
moment thought of it. And the route from Lukvess is
far more convenient.
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Chapter 7
Augustus of
Vantery
They turned. The militia men had picked themselves up and were charging along the alley towards
them. Caelestis gave a grim sigh and drew his sword.
At least this is a good place to make a stand. Its too
narrow for them all to come at us at once.
Altor shook his head. We cant draw swords against
the militia. Theyre just doing their job.
All very well for you to say! Do you know what
they do to thieves in Dourhaven?
No.
Neither do I, and Id rather not find out.
Fortunately you wont have to, my friends, announced a tall man in violet ermine-trimmed robes
who stepped out of the shadows close by. Caelestis
was so startled that he almost ran the man through
with his sword as he turned.
Greetings. I am Augustus, a wizard of Vantery.
The stranger put up one hand and gently moved
Caelestiss sword-tip away from his face.
The first militia man came rushing up. Altor
slammed his left fist into the mans stomach and followed that up with a solid right hook. The man sank
to the ground without a fuss.
Im afraid we dont have much time to chat right
now, said Caelestis, turning in time to put his sword
against the militia sergeants throat. The sergeant
skidded to a halt, panting, and glowered at him.
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hours.
Thats all very well, and were grateful, said Altor.
But I think you still owe us an explanation.
Velocitas! shouted Augustus exultantly. The carpet
picked up speed, the wind whipping his robes out behind him. Altor and Caelestis had to crouch down to
keep from being swept off.
A white blaze of light appeared along the horizon
to the north the reflection from the pack ice covering the Rymchaeld Sea. Looking back to the west,
they could barely make out the thin grey line of the
coast. Now they could see huge icebergs dotting the
sea below.
Altor opened his mouth to speak again, but Augustus shook his head. Save your questions for later, he
roared over the shriek of the wind. Once we are at my
sanctum I will explain everything.
He touched the white amulet and said, Domum
versus! The carpet veered sharply to the east.
Caelestis frowned. I thought we were bound for
Wyrd?
He had to repeat the question before Augustus
deigned to reply. Please be quiet, he said sharply. If
you keep pestering me then I may lose control of the
carpet!
His angry response took them aback. Before he had
been doing his best to be charming, but now a sav89
The carpet began to spiral down. As they got nearer, the brilliant reflection from the castle walls grew
until it was almost blinding.
So, enough of this foolery, said Augustus. The
time has come for me to explain matters to you. I
serve Magus Uru
Magus Uru? said Caelestis. But he was killed
weeks ago in Kalugens Keep. We saw him crushed by
the frost giant, Skrymir.
Not that upstart! I mean the True Magus Uru, who
has attained godhead as the comet White Light. That
jewelled pommel stone you bear is rightfully his, and
now you must give it to me. If you refuse...
He glanced significantly over the side of the carpet.
It was a long way down.
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coin?
Weve got to get down onto the ice first. It looks
like a perilous climb. Particularly wearing gloves.
Caelestis removed his glove and held up one finger the finger on which he wore the golden ring.
Ah, Id already thought of that. Faltyn! Come forth
to serve me!
The Faltyn took shape in the icy air. Lost on the
frozen Mistral Sea... it mused. A slow death seems
certain, if not for my aid. Bearing in mind the gravity
of your predicament, what gift will you offer for my
services?
Oh for one of those magic lamps! sighed Caelestis.
Then I could have three wishes without having to
pay a penny.
Altor laughed in spite of himself. Its poetic justice.
Your genie is as avaricious as its master.
The Faltyn pretended to shiver, even though being
ethereal it was no doubt immune to the cold. Converse amongst yourselves if you wish, it said peevishly. If you have no use for me, I will return to my own
world...
Not so fast. Caelestis took out the white amulet Augustus had used to control the carpet. Here
is a magic stone. Transport us safely to the island of
Wyrd.
You ask too much. I can take you to the base of this
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pinnacle.
You offer too little. Caelestis held the amulet enticingly in front of the Faltyns nose. Sniff the sorcery.
Dont you want this bauble? If not, just say the word
and you can go back to the ring.
No, said the Faltyn, its fingers hovering over the
amulet. But I say again: to take you to Wyrd is too
far for my power. Down to the base of the pinnacle,
thats all.
That, then and you owe me a small service to be
granted later?
The Faltyn reluctantly agreed. As it took the amulet there was a shimmering and the whiff of unearthly
perfume. They now stood at the bottom of the pinnacle.
Which way to Wyrd? asked Altor.
The Faltyn ignored him. Answer! commanded
Caelestis.
Is this information to be the small service you
mentioned?
Merely to give us directions? Of course not. Though
the small service will be much more arduous if you
refuse to help us now.
The Faltyn considered this, then gestured vaguely.
That way lies Wyrd. As you walk, keep the north
star just to the right of dead ahead. Each night when
the comet called Red Death rises, you will be able to
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ancient copper. The north star hung low on the horizon, a glistening bauble obscured by haze.
Caelestis peered into the broken shell of the igloo.
The fire had died down so that now only a few feeble
flames licked around the remains of their belongings.
There were deep holes filled with water where the
heat had melted a metre or more into the pack ice.
No sign of the money pouch, he said glumly. I
think were doomed never to keep anything but the
clothes on our backs until we finish this damned
quest.
Id rather have salvaged one scrap of food than all
the coins from here to Tamor, said Altor. That would
be worth more than gold to us right now.
The sun rose, throwing up a sheet of dazzling light
from the ice. There was no sense of warmth, but the
malignant cold of the night-time withdrew a little
like a spider into its web.
We might as well get going, said Caelestis. Weve
a long walk ahead.
All through the day they trudged north. The feeling was soon drained from their legs by the cold, so
that they could only stagger along like stiff wooden
puppets. Above whirled the sun, cheerless and icily
luminous amid a welter of cloud. Its watery beams,
reflected from the ice, drowned out the contours of
the landscape so that it became a featureless pulsing
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rolled the stranger over. It was a young girl with ravenblack hair. Under her thick woollen cloak she wore a
peasants simple homespun. She was agonizingly thin
and her skin was blue with cold.
Shes alive just, said Caelestis. He started to try
and lift the girl.
Altor picked her up and put her over his shoulder
before setting out again towards the coast.
They reached Wyrd just as the stars came out. The
northern lights were a lacy curtain of spangles against
the black backdrop of night.
Altor laid the girl down and set about gathering
firewood. Caelestis looked back across the ice. The
five orbs of the True Magi had yet to rise, but he
shook his fist at them all the same.
We beat you again, you hear? he cried. Then, realizing the ordeal had left him feverish and close to
hysteria, he slumped to the ground with a sob of relief.
Altor had lost his flint and tinder in the explosion at the igloo, but he knew how to survive in the
wild. With two stones he made sparks, and soon the
branches hed gathered were blazing nicely. Caelestis
crept over and, shivering, warmed himself beside the
fire. After the ravenous cold of the day it felt painful,
but deliciously so.
Altor lifted the girl and moved her nearer. Hotspots
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of colour appeared on her cheeks, but her body remained limp and cold. She gave a soft moan and her
eyelids fluttered open.
Shes barely more than a child, said Caelestis in
surprise now that he had a clear look at her in the
firelight.
Can you hear me? said Altor.
The girls lips moved. She was barely strong enough
to speak, and they had to bend close to catch her
words. Im Enais, she said. I tried to escape from
him. My brothers too, but they...
Her voice began to trail off. Shes going into shock,
said Altor.
Caelestis looked around in agitation. Bring her
nearer the fire, then. Quickly!
Its no use. Shed lost too much body-heat before
we found her.
Weve got to do something!
Bunching his hands into fists in his anguish, Caelestis suddenly remembered his heavy gold ring. Swivelling it around so that the dark gem faced outwards, he
called to the Faltyn.
The fire briefly flared lavender and the Faltyn
stepped from the flames. It bent to look at the girl
the way a scholar might pause in his walk to study a
dying insect.
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jar of salve. When Altor snatched it away, the Faltyn pretended it had just been idly reaching for sparks
blown from the fire. I am gratified to see the little
soul is alive, it said. Now, if youll hand me the ointment I was promised Ill be going...
Caelestis angrily dismissed it by closing his hand
on the ring.
Enais looked up at them in the firelight and smiled.
I saw you both approaching a huge Palace... she said.
Her face clouded and she added: He was there. It
must have been a dream...
Who? said Altor, laying his hand on her brow.
Who was there?
The Warlock King... He gave me a message. He
said that he is waiting for you.
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up and went over to the cot. Several women were sitting there, faces drawn with worry. They looked up
and shook their heads.
The tall girl came over and dropped to sit cross-legged beside Shanans. The childs no better, Im afraid,
she said quietly.
An accident this morning, Shanans explained to
Altor and Caelestis. He spoke wearily, drained of
emotion by his many cares. Boiling water was spilled
over the baby
Death will be a mercy, said the lanky girl.
Caelestis jumped to his feet. Escape? Mercy?
What is it with you people? Death is death! You have
to rail against it and go down fighting!
The villagers only shook their heads sorrowfully at
his outburst. Now youve come to Wyrd youll soon
learn differently, said a man.
Oh yes? Perhaps its you who ought to learn.
Caelestis strode over to the cot, moving the anxious
women aside so as to get a look at the baby. It was a
shocking sight. His skin was terribly scalded, so raw
and red that he could not stand to have blankets on
him. He was too weak to do more than make faint
mewling noises. Caelestis felt his normal cynicism
desert him. He gave a gasp of horror.
Altor came up beside him. In his hand he had the
jar of jeshroot ointment. Brother Emeritus, the healer
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A woman came over who might have been Shananss sister. She put blankets into their arms and
showed them a place beside the fire. Sleep here, she
said. Since a seer is with us, tonight there will be no
bad dreams.
They rose after daybreak and breakfasted on salted
porridge and sweet buns. Shanans gave them a haversack containing provisions for the journey.
I feel guilty taking anything, said Altor, shaking
hands. You have so little.
We can spare it, said Shanans. And in any case,
the gift you gave us was far greater.
It was time to be on their way. Oraba was not about.
After bidding the villagers farewell, Altor and Caelestis stepped out into the cold morning air and slowly
trudged through the snow away from the longhouse.
Dont be in such a hurry.
They turned at the sound of this clear young voice.
Oraba was sitting perched on a snow-sprinkled woodpile. She wore only her thin hooded jerkin, seeming
not to feel the cold.
They smiled and walked over. I thought youd forgotten to say goodbye, joked Altor.
No, said Oraba, but we have some things to talk
about that the others might not understand. Here, a
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parting gift.
She held out a small sack. After a moment of surprise, Caelestis took it and looked inside. He pulled
out an iron bell. Oh, just what I always wanted.
Oraba laughed. Its for ringing out the old and
ringing in the new!
Thats exactly the sort of thing Id expect a seer to
say, grumbled Caelestis. Whatever a seer is.
Glimpses of the future cant easily be put into
words, said Oraba with a shrug. Sometimes I think
I just tell people what they already know. You already
knew your destiny was to assemble the pieces of the
Sword of Life, didnt you?
I dont know if Id use the word destiny, said
Caelestis. It makes it sound like we cant think of
anything wed rather do.
And after the Sword of Life is whole? pressed Altor. What then, exactly?
Youre asking a seer to be exact? Im sorry, I dont
mean to sound all cryptic and ever-so-wise, but the
future is never exact. Your destiny is to stop the five
last True Magi from returning to the world Red
Death, Blue Moon and those others. To do this you
need the Sword of Life. The Warlock King has the
hilt, and thats why youve come to Wyrd.
Originally, yes, said Altor. But seeing the hardship
here, the way these people are suffering thats as
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in dreams.
Were going to have to know which is true.
Oraba laughed. Both!
She closed her eyes, and it was eerie to think she
might be looking into their future. You must pass
through a bramble wood to get there. The elves will
try to stop you. Challenge them to a game of chequers, but be warned that they can cast illusions on the
pieces that will confuse whoever tries to play them.
In the woods I see frost hounds the Warlock Kings
first defences, the first elements of his dreamworld
that will become aware of you. There are too many to
fight. Trust alone will save you.
And what will we find within the Palace of Dusk?
asked Altor.
She opened her eyes. That is something even I
cannot say. What lies at the heart of the dreamworld
is something you must discover for yourselves.
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come.
You lose. Caelestis was unable to resist gloating.
The elf lord lowered his proud gaze. You set the
test, this game, and I am overthrown. No grudge shall
prevent me from fulfilling my promise. If the outcome
had been otherwise, however, and I had been the one
to win would you then have kept our bargain and
turned back? I doubt it.
Thats a bit uncalled-for, said Caelestis sharply.
You lost fair and square. It shows poor grace to accuse us of falseness.
My words were spoken in ill-considered haste,
admitted the elf reluctantly, and now I must make
reparations. I shall give you a gift as recompense for
the slight my tongue offered you.
He pronounced a few syllables in his own language
and the chequers pieces sparkled with grey-green
light. These playing pieces now have my rune upon
them, said the elf. When you contend against the
final foe, this sorcery of mine shall aid you. At that
time, the harm you were dealt by my unkind words
shall be undone.
Caelestis shrugged and put the pieces in his coat
pocket. He had no idea what magic had been cast on
them, but at least he could use them as bargaining
chips when dealing with the Faltyn.
The elf got to his feet and brushed away the snow.
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He thrust the chequers board towards one of his warriors. Burn this, he said. Turning half-back towards
Altor and Caelestis, he went on, Ahead lies the Forest
of Thorns. The agreement will be honoured. We shall
not oppose you if that is where you wish to go, though
foul and fierce are the dangers that youll find. Wild
things wander in the briars, and bugbears with hungry
breath will follow your trail by night. It would be tedious to tell you one-tenth of the further threats that
abound within the thickets, so no mention need be
made of the phantoms and wyrms and frost hounds,
too, that may seek you out.
Thanks for the pep talk, said Caelestis. But weve
got to be going now...
The staunchest mortal would suffer no dishonour
if his heart quailed at this point, insisted the elf. No
honest man would chastise a fellow who turned back
from this fell forest.
Caelestis looked at Altor. What do you reckon?
Sounds fun. Lets get in there.
Right. Thanks for the game. With a cheery wave
to the elfin warriors, he passed by them and entered
the Forest of Thorns.
Altor caught up a few seconds later. I thought Id
better check. Theyre not following.
Caelestis looked along the path ahead. It was already shrouded in gloom although the hour was
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a dream, his legs so heavy that he seemed to be wading through treacle. Caelestis was barely conscious.
His feet dragged, scuffing feebly at the snow as they
climbed towards the cave.
Two hounds broke from the pack and came pounding in full chase. Altor reached back without turning,
slashing wildly with his sword. Icy fangs snapped shut
on empty air and the hounds slunk back, but they did
not retreat.
In front of the cave mouth now, Altor saw that it
was choked with briars. He gave a groan and lowered
Caelestis to a sitting position. Given a few minutes
they could have hacked through the briars and perhaps gained safety from the frost hounds.
But they didnt have a few minutes. The pack was
already upon them.
Seeing that their prey was cornered, the rest of the
hounds had bounded up the slope. Altor turned to
confront a dozen foes with eyes of burning cold, jaws
gaping, lean muscles coiled to spring.
He raised his sword as the pack closed in.
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Altor woke with a start. The woman was gone. The
fire had died down to a heap of glimmering coals. The
dull red light was faint, but bright enough for Altor
to see at a glance that the room had changed. The
cooking pots and kettle no longer hung above the fire,
which in fact no longer occupied a brick-lined hearth
but only a stone hollow at the back of the cave.
Altor rose and saw that instead of the soft armchair
he remembered he had been sleeping on a shelf of
rock. The cushions were pine needles wadded with
spider-silk, the blanket just strips of bark. Nearby,
Caelestis lay on a bed of moss. Altor nudged him
awake.
Caelestis stretched extravagantly. Top of the morning, Altor! He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked
around. Er, it is morning, isnt it?
Altor went to the mouth of the cave. It was still
covered by a hide that hung from a lintel of rock. For
an instant he imagined the frost hounds waiting in
a silent band outside. Making sure his sword was to
hand, he flipped back the hide and put his head out.
Slowly drifting snowflakes fell, draping the thorn
forest in a fathomless hush. The scene was suffused
in a grey gloom that could have been dawn or dusk or
any time between.
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That done, they filed back the way they had come and
the door boomed shut behind them.
Caelestis waited with a thief s patience until he was
sure they had gone before descending the steps. The
wind was fierce by now and had a stormy scent. It
howled through the turrets of the Palace, it whipped
at his clothes and tugged the sheet on the bier. But
the black candles burned steadily.
More confusion? said Caelestis under his breath.
He didnt like to speak aloud now. For some reason he
was sure the Warlock King was listening.
After a leery glance at the shrouded body he had
intended to pass by. After three steps, though, curiosity got the better of him. Returning to the side of
the bier, he gingerly reached out and took hold of the
hem of the shroud.
For an instant he hesitated with tongue between
his teeth. What horrific sight might confront him if
he pulled back the sheet? But if the Warlock King
really was watching him, this was something he was
meant to see. And how bad could a corpse be that was
freshly prepared for burial?
He whipped away the shroud. At the same instant
a spear of lightning flashed across the sky, turning the
shadow-draped courtyard ablaze with light.
Caelestis gave a gasp and dropped to his knees beside the bier.
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Heres a sorry sight, said the Faltyn without sympathy. A hero lacking life. Still, it is the earnest wish
of all heroes to fall in the right cause. We should feel
happy on his behalf especially since he, bereft of being, has no longer happiness to spare.
Caelestis had no spirit left to chide the Faltyn. How
did he die? he said bleakly. Is the Warlock King so
powerful?
Not while you possess the pommel stone. It means
he can only kill you through his servants.
Caelestis groaned. We were fools to come here, Altor! What are we? Two wanderers barely more than
boys! We were no match for the Warlock King.
The Faltyn smiled. It was your friends own choice.
He willingly entered by the gate of Death.
Caelestis whirled, suddenly savage as a desperate
idea leapt into his brain. Use your magic! Restore
him to life! See these magic trinkets ? He pulled
the chequers pieces and frost hounds teeth from his
pocket. All yours if you resurrect my friend.
The Faltyn shook its head. Thats far beyond my
means. In all Creation, only One can conquer Death.
His power is the brightest of flames, mine the merest
spark. Pagan creature that I am, I may not even speak
His name.
Caelestis sagged, his last hope dashed. Supporting
himself on the bier he looked sadly down at Altor,
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The old man raised his glowing staff and the chant
lulled to a sinister murmuring. Now he was lit in stark
relief and Altor and Caelestis found their eyes drawn
to him. Despite the distance they could see every fold
of his robe, every deep wrinkle in his sallow face. The
rest of the scene became cloudy and dim.
Blazing on his brow was a crown of crystal or of ice,
and around his neck hung the hilt of a broken sword.
The Warlock King... said Altor.
The Warlock King nodded once. Then he spoke,
and his creaking voice silenced the last hushed murmurs of the invisible crowd:
This is the realm of Wyrd, where I have for centuries ruled. You have presumed to invade the boundaries of my sovereign land. Into my Palace of Dusk
Unending have you entered, perhaps with murderous
intent...
Caelestis opened his mouth to reply, but the Warlock Kings stare silenced him as he went on: Such
foolishness! Think you that others have not dreamt of
my death? A rightful ruler is never without foes. And
where are those hopeful assassins now, those wouldbe murderers who hoped to bury their blades in my
royal heart? This is the answer: from their disloyal
dreams they never woke. Their eyes stayed shut and
their bodies slid easily out of sleep and into death.
And their souls? Those Ive kept mewed here with
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me. They come now to teach you the lesson they have
learned...
The Warlock King frowned and spread his hands.
There were sounds again, but this time not the
roars and shouts of unseen spectators. This was a forlorn whispering like wind in a graveyard. And it did
not come from the terraces.
It came from under the ground.
Out of the grey sand of the arena floor poked
something hard and ivory-white. A hand. It twitched,
finding purchase for its grip, and the sand shifted as a
skeletal figure heaved into view.
Altor and Caelestis drew back, but there were others all around. Mounds appeared in the sand and
broke apart, uncovering things long buried under the
arena floor bony limbs that twitched and came to
life. Skeletons in rusty armour clawed their way up
to the light, more and more of them spilling out into
the open until a numberless throng stood on the grey
sand.
Caelestis and Altor slowly looked around. In all directions they met the gaze of hollow eyes.
The Warlock King stretched out his arm, thumb
pointed downwards.
My decree, he said, is that you die.
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two armies clashed Altor and Caelestis were confident of winning the day.
Their army stormed forward towards the skeletons.
The first wave of the charge broke the undead ranks,
and in moments old bones were trampled underfoot
in the press of the melee. A skull, severed at the neck
by the mighty stroke of an elf knights sword, came
flying through the air and landed at Altors feet. He
kicked it aside and strode towards the far end of the
arena where the Warlock King stood on his dais.
A band of skeletons managed to fight free of the
battle and scurried to intercept the two heroes. Altor
had no time to waste on them. He gave a great roar
and his sword flashed like a scythe of flame. Ancient
rib-cages burst, bones and rusty armour fell clattering
to the dust. Caelestis caught up in time to skewer a
skeleton that was about to leap on Altors back. Twisting his sword, he snapped its spine. It fell twitching
feebly in the dust.
Altor reached the steps and with measured tread
ascended to the royal dais. He stood face to face with
their foe. There was a long silence and then Altor
pointed with his sword at the hilt around the Warlock Kings neck.
This has been entrusted to us, this fragment of the
Sword of Life, he said, and now we have come to
claim it.
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she and the old man were already walking away across
the lush grass.
I dont get it, he said. Did we kill the Warlock
King or not?
Better than that, I think, said Caelestis as he
watched the woman lead the old man away. We set
him free.
They returned southwards and everywhere it was
the same story. The country of Wyrd seemed to have
awakened at last from out of a nightmare. People no
longer dreamed of a dark figure who ruled over them
without joy. Their nights now were untroubled by
cares, and sleep was no longer a thing to be feared.
Last night we laid down our heads in a world of
poverty and pain, said Shanans, greeting them when
they got back to his village. Now we have awakened
into a verdant and bountiful land. The Warlock Kings
officials have cast their armour and judicial maces into
the ditches to rust. Tonight there will be laughter and
song such as there has not been in Wyrd for twenty
lifetimes!
Later, as they sat outside beside a roaring fire and
roasted chestnuts in the dusk, Caelestis and Altor saw
Oraba strolling through the pine trees by the village.
Excusing themselves from the party, they dodged between the happy dancing villages and climbed the hill
to where she stood.
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The blade is there, but its not there that youll find
it. In my dreams I saw you both lost in the land of the
dead.
TO BE CONTINUED
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The world of Altor and Caelestis is the world of Legend, a fantastic medieval land filled with adventure,
peril, mythic heroes and their implacable enemies.
From Wyrd in the frozen north to the baked lands
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blueprint for their own epic stories.
Will you accept the challenge of Dragon Warriors?
Dragon Warriors is available from all good games shops,
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digital form from www.drivethrurpg.com
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