24/4/16
Knowledge of the future, even if certain knowledge, is not something everybody wishes for. Rossom was one that preferred ignorance, and so instead patrolled the area around the increasing changed Crowd City. Jered seemed initially interested in seeing the fate of this old and new civilisation in its dealings with its near neighbours, but decided instead to encounter its people face to face (where faces were available). With Saar still not responsive enough to state a preference, this left four of them; Brel, Raesh, Arnott and Neve. And Brel was the first. He wished to know how things would turn out with our order, the Kin of Bukaz. After half an hour or so, a potentiality of what that might be was presented to him.
It began on the mountainside where our home is. Not within the buildings themselves, but on the path that leads to the site where we first made our compact with those folk that would become the monks and nuns of Bukaz. A hard pilgrimage, that is one of the important steps from novice to Kin, but the weather happened to be with us on that day yet to come. Master Arlon was guiding the party, and conversing with Rossom. The topic, that of the decisions of the Kin regarding the new insect civilisation. Despite being our distant relations, the Order had made the prudent choice to have some infrequent contact, but in the main keep our distance. They were likely to be embroiled in many conflicts, a risk we could ill afford given our remote location and relatively small numbers. Also, they should find their own path, just as our apprentices do when we send them on their way.
This conversation was suddenly interrupted by the call of a newly emerging adult Bukaz, and the cry sounded a more difficult transition than normal. It came from below us, in a gulley running along side the path. Of the travellers, only Arlon and Brel could hear the sound, and weren't sure what the noise was exactly but it sounded as if someone was in distress, and so they hurried to investigate. Arlon, being greater in years, lagged somewhat behind the others as they skidded or floated down to investigate. When they reached the cave entrance they could see nothing in the darkness but a turn in the cave a short distance in, and the signs of a large creature on the scree surface outside. With the light of Raesh, they headed inside.
A few steps in they heard the call of a familiar voice from around the corner, demanding to know who had entered. The voice was familiar, but unexpected, that of Knight-Commander Bish Novalar of the Angulan Knights. As she came into view, they found her knelt over the recumbent body of a novice of our order. As the party approached, it became obvious that the poor teenager had departed this world. Her death did not appear recent, or from the result of malice, but her the state of head did appear a little out of place for her current condition. It had collapsed in on itself, particularly around the parts not supported by the skull, such as the eyes and ears. Neve Scanned the poor soul to find the cause of this detail, but this only achieved in giving her some seconds advance notice of the creature emerging from the apprentices mouth.
Our final form, a butterfly, crawled out of her mouth, and began drying their wings. While I shared how impressive this feat was with Brel, what with her being so young, everyone else was a little surprised. And it said Bish possibly a tad more than just surprised, as she armed herself and her expression shifted to one of anger. She immediately exclaimed wild theories of the Kin of Bukaz being controlled by insects, and that the Skyfields affair had all been a cunning plot to free their brethren. Obviously, these charges were refuted by all, but she was having none of it. She started to edge past everybody and out of the cave, declaring she would return with more Knights to purge the monastery of this supposed evil.
And bumped into Arlon, who had just caught up with the group. Brel looked to him for guidance, as was appropriate, and he reluctantly confirmed Brel's own thinking. She could not be allowed to leave. A short duel between Brel and Bish followed, where she was disarmed and restrained in fairly short order. Arlon told the others that she would unfortunately have to be kept prisoner and gently cared for by the Kin until she had understood the truth of the situation, or at least conceded their lives were not forfeit. All were briefly concerned when Fortune, Bish's Xi-Drake appeared at the cave mouth, but he thankfully acquiesced to the plan. And as they were carrying the two back to the monastery, and as the new member of our flutter took to the cold mountain air, the vision faded.
After a brief visit back to the desert, (during which Brel indicated an willingness to allow me to remain with him, much to my relief) we next found ourselves in a drinking establishment, and a rather crowded one at that. Low ceilinged with beams of a slightly glowing wood, we were sitting at a table with two other gentlemen who had a strong resemblance to each other. As they became visible to us, they were enquiring as to whether Raesh would agree to their terms or not. Both nondescriptly dressed Iscoballian men, it would later become clear they were the sons of Sarrowmere, Bren and Kor. We requested further clarification of their proposal, and they were happy to oblige.
Their main difficulty with Raesh was in the acceptance of his claim of relation to them, given that he was the illegitimate child of their lost mother, in a dream, and with the sun no less. Given that, they only had some small regrets in the cessation of the payments to guarantee Raesh’s survival, but given his presence before them, wanted to clearly resolve the situation. If Raesh (and assumedly us also) would be willing to help in one of their endeavours, a and risky one at that, they would welcome him with open arms. If not, they would have to assume close brotherly affection was not in their future with Raesh, and that the party would most likely have been captured by the Royal Vault's guards in that case. For it was the Vault they wished to rob.
The brothers would have some of their supporters of cause a distracting amount of civil unrest. Meanwhile the party would slip into the palace, and stealthily proceed down to the Royal vault. Using their wide range of expertise, they would proceed to open this vault, and procure the items within. These items would include the Artifact that would allow Raesh to travel to the world of dreams, as well as vast sums of Shins and various other precious Numenera. They could keep more or less whatever they wanted from the vault, the brothers said, as it would harm the current regime either way. Afterwards Raesh could join the rebellion and hope to become part of a new royal family, or go on his separate way with his half-brothers love.
As the brothers went to acquire more libations, Raesh mulled his choices. By their return he had decided that he was willing to risk this, and more, for the opportunity. And so agreed.
Another spin through the desert and out again, and we were in a dark, hidden camp. Dead, lifeless trees surrounded us on pale dead ground, and it was a cloudy, oily night. Whatever the consequences of Arnott removing his nanites were, they definitely hadn't led the party to picturesque environs. The party awoke to the vision as their future selves awoke to a sudden noise. An eerie call threaded through the blackness, from a voice that echoed that of Cicia the Armalu's Tithe scout we had travelled with for a time. Saar was missing, but Rossom (assumedly the Rossom of the vision's time, and not the present) was on guard, and seemed very distressed by this turn of events.
A sound of breaking glass, followed by moment towards us in the trees. The party stood and prepared themselves as a translucent creature swung through the branches, bearing directly for us. Shadow like, and formed of detached human arms gripping one another, it moved with surprising speed and agility. While Raesh told us he knew of its immunity to fire, and that it was a least partially designed by members of the Convergence, Neve attempted communication with it. Seconds later, she fell limply to the ground. Raesh started to float away, while an arrow from Arnott passed directly through it.
It was on them sooner than they expected. It stopped, shaking and shuddering that caused it to emanate a terrible cold that froze still the muscles of those present. As I began moving again, one hand tore Rossom's throat out in one motion and then the thing began to violently pummel Arnott in to the ground, giving off no sound, other than that of Arnott's body against the ground. Brel stood paralysed, unable to intervene as he saw his friend beaten mercilessly, before being pierced in the chest by some sort of harpoon. Dragged at an incredible rate through the trees, he caught glimpses of Arnott's motionless body before it disappeared beyond sight. When his journey ended a few moments later, he found himself in front of Cicia. The forest faded as he moved to take his revenge.
And then the party were relaxing in a distorted meeting room, sharing tea. The size of the room was difficult to pin down, it seemed both large and small at once. The table, similar in its variable dimensions, had the party sitting around it, excepting Saar and Jered but with the addition of a Chainson. There was some signs of recent battle spread around the unsettling room, a splash of blood here, fallen glove there. And everybody seemed quite exhausted by whatever events had recently occurred.
Chainson posed them a question. He was concerned that they might not hold up their end off some sort of bargain. The puzzled expressions of the party in reply seemed to distract him for a moment, and then he found enlightenment. He seemed to become aware of his circumstances, that he was only a simulacrum of himself inhabiting a predictive vision. This probably made the following conversation flow better than it would have otherwise. Chainson outlined recent events from his perspective.
He and the party had come to an arrangement. While most of the Convergence would leave the Scorpion Sanctum (their current location in the vision), he would delay the worst elements, such as Masgitrix Casatile, the woman who had caused the ruckus at the parley with Knights. He would help the party enter, and aid them in the almost certain violence that would follow. They would then take control of the Sanctum with its Saar unit creation matrix and teleportation powers. Chainson would return to the Convergence and work to make it a more moral place, and would continue to coordinate operations with the party. The Convergence would be unlikely to try to retake the Sanctum, given it was abandoned as an asset for them in any case.
His concern was that the party would not honour this agreement, and instead take this opportunity to take revenge for his previous misdeeds, or to take the Sanctum and simply cut all ties with him and not continue their partnership. He did do his best to build a persuasive case to keep their word. Whether that made the difference or not, the party did agree to go along with him. Relieved, the Chainson before them managed to somehow transfer the events of the vision to the real Chainson elsewhere. He then drew the outline of a door on the wall, and stepped through it.
The party awoke for the last time to be surprised by the appearance of a complete and non-dismembered Philethis that had just appeared. As they watched, the mirror that formed the head of the creature began to shine brighter and brighter, eventually outshining the sun. When it spoke it remained confusing, but much less than it normally would be, and Raesh and Neve were able to make some sense of it. From what they could discern, it had been father to Raesh, but not intentionally. Rather as a side effect of its attempted communication with entirety of the world. It regretted the construction of the weapon, and was most grateful that it had been dismantled. So in turn it was happy that Raesh had been created, and was pivotal in deactivating the Skycrystals. Its piece said it teleported away, we are left to wonder what the future truly holds for these folk that had made such an impression on the Ninth world.