by Seethe347 » Thu Sep 01, 2005 3:51 am
Kilisha also became fairly worried upon hearing the word "ritual." She started to consider whether the group would be able to escape if the orcs attacked them. It didn't seem likely, considering the numbers.
"You do not know of the ritual?" the chief asked, surprised.
"They were called here by the spirits, but they are not aware of the state of things," explained the shaman to the chief.
"I see. Then you had best inform them, as they appear to be unsettled," said the chief.
"Yes, I will," said the shaman before turning to face the group. But before he started, his eyes suddenly fixed on Kilisha as he looked her over. "... You are a succubus, correct?"
"I... am," Kilisha replied.
"But you were not always so?" the shaman asked.
"No... I wasn't," Kilisha replied, shaking her head slowly.
"Hmm... So that is why..." the shaman mused thoughtfully for a moment.
Kilisha started to feel more uncomfortable, but not out of the fear of violence.
"Well, on with things," the shaman finally said. "As your mage knows, the flow of energy known by the civilized studiers of magic as the mana stream has been gathering in a place to the north of here for some time."
Jeshua was gritting his teeth as the shaman said this. The great mysteriousness of the mission was about to be lost. Plus, he didn't trust that punk Kilisha not to run back to the nearest town and tell everyone she could find about what was going on, thus creating a widespread panic, just to spite him. However, that did not prove to be Kilisha's plan.
"This gathering of mana has in truth been happening for thousands of years, but it has until now been like the beating of a heart," the shaman continued. "Mana flows into the pool until it solidifies into a single perfect gem, a Mana Heart, then dissipates into a vapor again. For ages untold, we tribesmen of this land have worshipped and guarded the spirits who gather the mana, and the mana has blessed the land deep in these stony mountains with fertility and abundance. But there has now arisen a grave threat.
"One hundred years ago, a nation of demons emerged from an evil forest far to the north and settled in a great but secluded valley in the west. They surrounded their land with four strong mountain fortresses and built a city at its center which they named Kor Nong. At the center of their city, they dug a tunnel which wound into the depths of the underworld, and there they carved out a mighty kingdom.
"We traded with them, and no tribe of our land ever did more than skirmish with their army. But almost two years ago, they came to make war on us without warning. Many of our warriors fell in battle, and we were driven out of our villages and into the wilderness. They took control of the Place of The Gathering and have created there an unholy shrine for the capturing of lost souls, which they use to fuel their black magic. Their rock-destroying creatures have carved several mountains into dwelling places for their Gatekeepers, one of which you have already encountered, which amplify the channeling of souls into the Mana Heart. But they have not allowed the Mana Heart to dissipate. It throbs ever larger and will one day shatter. When that happens--"
"Everything on this continent will be brought to ruin," Jeshua interrupted, intent on proving that he had known something.
"Yes..." the shaman confirmed.
Two years ago, Kilisha thought. It may have been far-fetched, but... could this have had something to do with Selnu or the Circle of Zahlzath?
"The Gathering Spirits do not desire this," the orcish mystic continued. "But they have been unable to free themselves. So they have called the three of you here to be their... champions... A succubus that was once human, a warrior of Krad, and an elven girl of unknown origin. I know not what the ritual will entail, but the three of you will drive the darkness away from the Mana Heart. And... the mage may play a role as well."
He paused to give his audience time to react.