Phoenix In Shadow – Chapter 09

Phoenix In Shadow – Chapter 09

Chapter 9.

“All went well, then?”

The light-destroying figure in the mirror-scroll smiled. “Exactly as we expected, yes,” Kerlamion said in the eerie deep, howling tones of tortured air. “Condor is on his way back to you even now.”

It nodded, smiling; despite the human form, anyone watching would have known there was something desperately wrong from that smile alone. “Excellent, my King. I will keep an eye out for him; it would not do for him to meet up with anyone else along the way who might reveal some unfortunate facts.”

“Even so. But enough of your private projects.”

“My apologies, Majesty. If I can only be assured of the one other –”

“Yes. I have given the directions. Balinshar is not entirely pleased, but you have assured me of the necessity, and so what you requested you shall have. Now, of the other matters…?”

Very good. Very good indeed. With the Black City now arrived and all wars progressing, Kerlamion had been delegating more of the details of remote operations to it, trusting the humanoid yet inhuman figure with completing the plan which, admittedly, had been more its than Kerlamion’s.  This did unfortunately demand rather more of its time than it had expected, especially with the promising and extremely capable Thornfalcon now regrettably out of the picture. “Aegeia is in complete chaos now; I expect the endgame of that little farce to play out in, oh, the next few months. The Academy appears to be out of the picture, or so I am assured by Kurilidis and, indeed, no communications other than Kuri’s have been forthcoming, so I’m reasonably confident that the job has been done.”

It gave a sigh and shook its head. “There has unfortunately been some sort of … disruption in Skysand; forces that we were unaware of. Shangvaldi thinks she can still prevail with the additional resources granted her, but I am, regrettably, dubious. Whenever someone starts in on that ‘everything’s under control, I just need a little help’ approach…”

Kerlamion frowned and nodded slowly. “But if they are delayed even a few months…”

“Yes, that’s how I view it. Even if Skysand recovers fully, it will take them months to get any of their forces anywhere that matters, and by then the battles should be decided. Same for Balgoltha and his debacle. All he needs to do is keep the Artan busy for even the fourth part of a year and his failure need not be fatal.” Though depending on how things are going at that point, it may well be fatal for Balgoltha in any case. That one’s been dodging the consequences for failure since the Fall, and I think his time’s just about up.

“So. What of our greatest adversaries?”

“The Empire of the Mountain, I am afraid, cannot be prevented from mobilizing, though they, like the Dragon-King’s State, must keep some of their forces busy bottling up our puppets in Dalthunia. News of the emergence of the Black City will reach Zarathanton soon enough; in the Empire, well, it will be heard there as well in very short time, if the Archmage has not sensed it on his own.”

“No matter. We have anticipated this, and their armies will be ineffectual by the time they reach us. But –”

“– yes, Majesty, I was just getting to that. Of Khoros… I must candidly say I cannot find him. I did not expect to, honestly; he is… very good at evading detection. The Wanderer is in fact on the move as well, but I cannot say precisely where he is, either; you know how hard he is to track. Nonetheless, he will tend to be both more straightforward and more cautious. I would expect him to choose some group or location to aid and travel there directly. Khoros is undoubtedly playing the puppetmaster as usual, and thus his hand may be felt anywhere, even if his actual location is far distant.” He shrugged. “Our plans attempt to take him into account; his, presumably, attempt to do the same for us.”

“And the Gods?”

“The Cycle of the Dragon is not in their favor, as we hoped. Elbon Nomicon sleeps now, and will not be easily roused; so, too, for many of the others of the Sixteen, and of those awake, several were not incarnate on Zarathan when your bargains were struck, so they cannot face you directly.” He debated momentarily with himself on whether to reveal some details, decided that it was wise to continue to appear as honest as possible. “The Mortal God, on the other hand… there are signs of his activity. I have sensed something of his essence in several locations, and you are of course aware of the Skysand Prince.”

Kerlamion’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. But if he follows the path you expect, that should… eliminate the problem entirely, yes?”

“It should indeed. As you have agreed to my one request, I am confident things will proceed according to plan. Myrionar continues to weaken; the other gods will react as we expect, but the pact limits them. Only the Golden-Eyed and the Reclaimed Temple remain unknown factors in those realms, but while they are definitely in opposition to us, they are also not terribly powerful.”

“Acceptable. I expect you to continue to direct events outside of the Black City; my attention will be focused here.”

“As you direct, so it shall be, Majesty.”

The communications scroll went blank, back to silver-on-gold. It leaned back and chuckled quietly. Ah, the excitement of beginning the real game at last. It had not – precisely – lied to the King of All Hells, but the way in which it had reported certain facts, deductions, and expectations was certainly misleading. For example, while indeed there had been no new communications other than those of Kurildis from the isolated valley of the Academy, it had also been a significant time since Kurildis had communicated at all. Kurildis always did seem a bit overconfident; when planning an assault on the institution that trains Adventurers, one would be wise to remember what Adventurers are best known for doing.

The fact was that while the figure did not in any way oppose Kerlamion, Its goals were not those of the King of All Hells, and it was important that Kerlamion not grasp exactly what It intended, until it was far too late to change the outcome.

Time to set the rest in motion. It touched the scroll, spoke several words in the demonic tongue with which the scroll had been forged, and saw the silver fade to cloudy gray. You had best answer, my friend.

“You interrupt me again? Speak, then, but quickly. I have little time to spare for distractions, and my other patrons demand enough as it is.” The voice was sharp, yet despite the annoyance it was also dispassionate, cold and measured in words and timbre in a way that the inhuman figure found extremely comforting. Here is someone who will be unswayed by any considerations other than his own.

“My apologies. But I have excellent news. I promised you an assistant, and have found one that I believe will meet even your… extremely demanding requirements. One who also has knowledge that touches on your specialty.”

The voice was suddenly a touch warmer. “Really? One who could understand my work?”

“I believe so. At least as well as I understand it.”

“Hmph. Well, you understand it better than any other I have met, vastly more than these idiots I currently work for. If it were not for the challenge and the resources –”

“I understand. But truly, would you give that up?”

Never!” the voice snapped. “This has brought me close indeed; even with their demands and distractions I have made great progress.” A hesitation, then, “And… I will thank you for assisting me to find this place. They do, at least, appreciate what I can do for them, even if they place far too much importance on the trivialities.” The unseen speaker’s tone warmed again. “So when may I expect my new assistant?”

“In a few days. I am arranging the transport. Also… you may expect the key you have been seeking soon, perhaps in a month or three. I cannot control this, you understand, but I have every reason to believe it to be true.”

“Excellent. Excellent! I must begin preparations for the unlocking. Thank you for this news.”

The scroll cleared abruptly, making the figure laugh and shake its head. Unable to even bother with the niceties. I doubt he will remember, or care, to mention this to his main employers. Well, he will play his part nonetheless, and I can attend to his minor lapse of courtesy.

Once more a gesture and a few words and the mirror turned to gray, and then showed the person he had expected.

“Ermirinovas, how kind of you to answer my call.”

“How could I refuse, Viedra,” she asked, with a brilliant flash of a smile, “given how rarely you have called of late. Besides, Kalshae is currently … occupied.”

“Our King has given me… many assignments in the past centuries. But I have not forgotten you. What news of you and your sisters? How goes your extraction operation? Has my little referral to you given you assistance?”

“He is arrogant and insolent and one day I will likely kill him, but yes, he has achieved much. More power have we gained than I had imagined possible, especially given the circumstances. But there are… side effects.” She grimaced and gestured at herself.

“Well, yes, a pity – though there are those who would find the effect quite pleasing. Still, given what you are working with, there are many dangers from the… waste products, so to speak.”

“And not just in appearance. I have lost at least three of our own people to… well, you can guess.” Her face fell for a moment.

“Sentiment? I hope you are not –”

The face hardened immediately. “Certainly not. But the waste and loss of capable labor are extremely regrettable. Unfortunately, the last and greatest source has proven difficult to extract.”

“You may expect the key to that extraction soon enough; I informed our mutual friend of it just ere I called you.”

“Oh, wonderful!” Lit up with such anticipation, she was quite lovely, the humanoid figure thought with wry amusement. “And then –”

“Then I believe you shall achieve what you seek, indeed. I hope you will remember me fondly.”

“If we succeed?” She laughed, and though the sound was light and airy, something within and behind that laugh could have sent chills down an ordinary man’s spine. “Oh, then, Viedra, I will perhaps have my own offer to you of something even our King cannot give.”

“Indeed? Then I wish you all luck, indeed. I am sending a new aide to assist in the project, and he will also carry details of what to expect and my advice on how to handle the matter.”

“You really should call more often, Viedra, if all such calls would be so hopeful!”

It chuckled, and the lights about the room flickered. “You are too kind, Ermirinovas. But I must go; much to do, much to arrange.”

The scroll blank again, it nodded, a satisfied smile on its face. Ermirinovas was powerful, even by demonic standards – one of Kerlamion’s second-generation children, rumored to be spawn of Kerlamion and one of the Elderwyrm. But like so many demons, she wanted more – enough to carve out her own realm, either within the Hells, or on Zarathan itself. Her current project – if it succeeded, and nothing went terribly amiss – might give her both. That would be amusing, and for other projects It was contemplating, could be useful as well.

To make that happen, of course, required arranging one more thing.  He waved and spoke to the scroll once more, and this time the scroll cleared to show a face – one proud and handsome yet twisted, horned and gray of face, muscled like a warrior but with the wisdom of ages in the hate-filled eyes, one of those that exemplified the word demon. “Ah, Balinshar, how good of you to answer.”

“Viedraverion.” The Demon’s voice echoed tightly-leashed anger. “So you have managed to kiss your Father’s … feet enough to get him to order one of my finest servants into your hands, have you?”

“Oh, very good, his Majesty has already told you.” It smiled broadly at Balinshar, not rising to the bait in the least. You, yourself, are of much less account than you wish, Balinshar, and think yourself of greater power than you are. You are not half so interesting as your favorite servant. “Send the boy through, then. I have many things to do today.”

“I look forward to the day when you stumble, Viedra,” Balinshar hissed. “On that day many of us will compete for your soul, if the King of All Hells does not take it himself.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure. Send the boy through.” It stood and held the scroll up sideways, left it hanging in midair. “Or must I call Father for more… encouragement?”

The answer was a rather pedestrian insult, but then Balinshar had never been terribly creative. A major flaw of most demons, really. “Very well.”

At Balinshar’s gesture a tall, slender figure moved forward hesitantly. “My lord?”

“Do not be afraid, Tashriel,” It said. “I have a unique task for you.”

Still looking nervous, the figure – appearing to be a human youth in his late teens or very early twenties, with long white hair and a face whose sharp-carven features reminded It strongly of someone else – stepped forward, and in a blaze of light emerged before It.

The being then passed Its hand over the scroll, returning it to inert blankness, and smiled. It saw the young man shiver slightly. At this range, the yellow eyes revealed some inhuman blood within Tashriel, but he still looked mostly like a young man.

How very deceptive. Even the shiver is deceptive; he would be a most formidable opponent if he chose to be. “Tashriel, I have need of your unique knowledge – your most ancient unique knowledge.”

His eyes went wide. “My lord… I am forbidden to –”

“Tsk, tsk, Tashriel. The King of All Hells himself has assigned you to me, for this very express reason. I assure you, in this case I have pressing need for the talents you learned… in A’Atla’Alandar.”

There was still a trace of uncertainty, but much more of excitement and anticipation in the eyes of the boy-who-was-not-a-boy. “Truly, Lord Viedraverion?”

“Truly, Tashriel. I have a… most fascinating assignment for you. One that you will carry out as honestly and humbly as if it were truly what you wished, and have to act otherwise only if the enterprise fails. And in that case…”

As It explained, the yellow eyes began to dance with excitement, and It knew that success was assured.

Come, Phoenix and your friends. All will be ready when you arrive.

 

This entry was posted in Snippets, SpoorSnippet. Bookmark the permalink.
Skip to top

Comments

16 Responses to Phoenix In Shadow – Chapter 09

  1. Books first, food later. says:

    O. M. G. Unless I’m remembering reeeally wrong…is this “youth” our friendly neighborhood “not-a-vampire”s son? (forgot his name! The fellow with the ring…used to deal drugs just because it didn’t bother him…aaah…Virigar hates him…) Anyway, is this where he disappeared to for all that time? Before being experimented on? I mean, the evil dude IS asking about (long version) Atlantis, which is where…whatshisname…is from, along with his adoptive son. Hmm….

    • Verne Domingo’s son Raiakafan/Thornhair/Tai Lee? An interesting guess. No, but there IS a connection between this young man and Verne, but you won’t get any details on that in this book.

      Even our Big Bad here doesn’t know what the hell happened to Raiakafan.

      • Books first, food later. says:

        okay, y’see, now I’m drooling, and that’s just messy. and…yep! fell right off the edge of my seat, too. eww. Is this what bulldogs deal with all the time? (drool) I have much more sympathy for their plight now. Lol. You, sir, are a tease. And a masterful one at that. Yes, I *was* wondering if this was Raiakafan (what a mouthful to type!), the son of Verne. (thank you for deciphering my rambles) But it might be even more torturously thrilling to find out that, though this youth is not Raiakafan, he does have a connection to him; and even more thrilling to know is that not even Kerlamion (or did you mean the lesser Big Bad that I suspect is also the Watchland) has any idea where Raiakafan went when he vanished! damn! Mind blown! Ohh my head…

      • Books first, food later. says:

        Ohhh. Not a connection to Raikafan! A connection to Verne! *slaps forehead* even better! Hmm…

        • Well, in a sense he has a connection to Raiakafan; he knew Raiakafan well enough in the old days, before the S**T hit the fan twice.

          • Books first, food later. says:

            Ooooh….you *are* mean, aren’t you? Lol. Well, that means at’alandar(sp? Atlantis.) at least. The before bit, that is. Twice struck fan, huh? Not. Nice. (just kidding) It is cruel to tease though. :P Not that I’m complaining! Oh no. Tidbits are definitely better than nothing. Tease away, sirrah.

            • Atla’A’Alandar, which is a contraction of a phrase meaning “The Memory of Atlantaea”. Raiakafan comes from a civilization that grew up after the destruction of Atlantaea. Then THAT echo of Atlantaea was destroyed with a double body-blow; first an attack, generally attributed to demons, in which Raiakafan and his children disappeared; and then, just as they were recovering from that, the Curse was leveled on the survivors and wiped out the remainder of the civilization.

              • Books first, food later. says:

                The Curse in question is the vampire curse, correct? Also…ah hell, I should probably reply on the next snippet. ;) Thank you so much for your frequent and candid responses, and willingness to answer even relatively *coughs* odd questions! :)

            • Ryk Spoor says:

              (replying to this level because I can’t reply to your last comment)

              Yes, it’s the Curse of the vampires like Elias Klein, the ones that were created in mockery of Verne’s abilities.

              Well, if you reply to the next snippet then I can answer whatever question it was that you didn’t ask. :)

  2. Books first, food later. says:

    Verne? Maybe? Gah. Senor high priest of prehistoric Atlantis. Lol.

  3. Robert H. Woodman says:

    Are Raiakafan’s people native to Earth or to Zarathan?

    Was Raiakafan’s appearance on Earth in a different body divine interference, demonic manipulation, or just plain weird luck?

    The more I read, the more questions I have about the tie-in to Jason, Verne, and company. :-)

    • Neither, actually. Raiakafan’s species are called Uralians, and normally they are inherently violent warriors, genetically engineered to destroy. His mother crashlanded on Earth, gave birth to Raiakafan, and died. His being born here allowed the Lady (Eonae) to take a hand in his development, and being found by Torline sure helped.

      His reappearance is not due to any of those things but to something far stranger. That’s also what caused his DISappearance from Atla’A’Alandar, which was wrongly attributed to Demons.

      • Robert H. Woodman says:

        Are we going to get Raiakafan’s full story in The Balanced Sword trilogy or another story or series?

        • Ryk Spoor says:

          Depends on whether I get other things written first; it’s most likely going to come out as part of the future space opera set in the Jason universe (about a thousand years into the future, but on a different time-track than _Stuff of Legend_), but I don’t know when that will be written, although I know a lot about the events involved and the major characters. That set of stories will also be co-written by my wife, since much of that sequence is very much co-owned.

  4. Drak Bibliophile says:

    Just a comment to say that Ryk has given me the OK to snippet this book three times a week.

    Chapter 10 will be up later tonight. [Smile]

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *