Mal will move up to stand very close to Sparhawk and whisper, "So hypothetically, what are we doing with these prisoners after we interrogate them? As much "info" as they have given us, which to be honest aint great. I suggest we let our friend Olem over there question them...ummm, properly to get accurate answers. Or we take their horses and then I go tie them up and leave them inside the windmill for a patrol to pick them up after we get to Chyrellos. I would be against bringing them with us as they can more easily be tracked or leave a trail to us and I doubt they woudl sit ideally by as another grouped attacked us. I ask you specifically Sparhawk as these are your lands and you are the one leading this motley group and you seem to know how things really work in the world."
Mal does not really care who overhears her, but she tries not let the Zemochs hear her or see her lips, as she wants to keep everything levelheaded for now.
Sparhawk shakes his head. "We can't leave them behind, and the standing law about killing Zemocks, especially this deep in the Kingdoms is still in effect. We will deposit them at our Chapter House to be secured, before we meet with the Archprelate. All he needs to know we have taken care of them, but not the exact details. We can't let this opportunity go for getting information. Then we wil see what our friends here have to see. Between you very skilled friend there, and our methods, we'll get what we need to know."
"Well, looks like we'll have to put our chat on hold" Khessa smiles, lifting the prisoners one by one onto their respective mounts, then remounting herself. "Let's go then... and be careful, since one, although paralyzed, managed to teleport away. While I don't think he's in the mood to try his luck again too soon, we can't completely rule out his trying to do something".
"He had to be an individual capable of activating some magical powers with the power of thought alone..." hypothesizes the blonde arcane warrior, during the ride "Or he had to be protected by some magical security procedure - perhaps a latent spell ready to unleashed when certain conditions were met... It had to be someone important. I have the impression that we will meet again".
"I would be quite impressed if your archives can truly 'overwhelm my sense of curiosity," he says. "But thank you kindly, I most certainly intend to take you up on that offer."
Khessa's thoughts regarding the escaped Zemoch give Akkron a moment's pause.
"That would suggest to me that he was probably under the effects of freedom of movement or in possession of a ring of free action,"Akkron says. "...which shows a remarkable level of forethought considering the rather pathetic level of planning the rest of them demonstrated. I still can't get over the fact that they thought it would be a good idea to charge at us, in the open, while outnumbered and having no way of knowing who we were or what we might be capable of. Perhaps they got a bit overconfident terrorizing innocent civilians."
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"Well, that for sure, Master Akkron..." Khessa agrees about Zemochs' overconfidence "Did you also hear them, during the mini-interrogation that we had begun to subject them to, didn't you? In spite of having tasted defeat in a matter of seconds of combat, they were still convinced that they can not lose this war..."
"Not to mention that you were also very clever and farsighted, trying to block them all at the same time..." the blonde arcane warrior smiles at her mentor "If they had had the opportunity to act, they could have become dangerous. One was summoning a Yochol. Another... maybe he was casting a spell like yours? And who knows how many of us would have been able to resist? And if they had started using this" she shows the Death Lance she has now taken as her own "they could have put us in trouble. In addition to hurting, this nasty weapon also drains the target's life... a drain that plain healing spells can't cure".
"They were arrogant and foolish" agrees the tall adventuress "but they could have made themselves dangerous all the same".
"Oh, I certainly saw the danger they could pose," the lich replies. "Which is why I used exactly the principle I just explained to them: always assume your opponent is formidable and act accordingly. It never ceases to amaze me how many legendary beings get themselves killed by failing to follow that simple rule."
"I would be quite impressed if your archives can truly 'overwhelm my sense of curiosity," he says. "But thank you kindly, I most certainly intend to take you up on that offer."
Khessa's thoughts regarding the escaped Zemoch give Akkron a moment's pause.
"That would suggest to me that he was probably under the effects of freedom of movement or in possession of a ring of free action,"Akkron says. "...which shows a remarkable level of forethought considering the rather pathetic level of planning the rest of them demonstrated. I still can't get over the fact that they thought it would be a good idea to charge at us, in the open, while outnumbered and having no way of knowing who we were or what we might be capable of. Perhaps they got a bit overconfident terrorizing innocent civilians."
As Brother Maynard mounts his horse he shrugs. "They're Zemochs. From what I understand, Ortho doesn't want a lot of free thought or independent actions from his followers, or he would lose control. Only who he designates as the leader of a group have some independence, but not much. Azash has some influence as well."
Once the Zemoch prisoners were secured, Sparhawk made sure there were bags over the heads, "In case we come upon a Cimurian patrol, don't have the time to deal with questions why we have living Zemochs with us."
Sparhawk leads the party out, and begins a mile chewing trot that covered good distance without tiring the horses out, but your bottoms may have something to complain about. The sun had set when he halted the column on a crest of a hill. Down below stretched a large walled city, with thousands of lights twinkling like fireflies. "Our Holy City of Chyrellos."
Following the road down, Sparhawk angles the group so you will enter one of the southern gates. Like the cities of Faerun, a small town has grown up outside of the walls and along the road. Mostly shops and warehouses, you see a spot for a large open market and fair. As you approach the large gate, Sparhawk drapes his surcoat so the Pandion eagle is visible. The guards noticed the eagle and wave Sparhawk through, no questions asked.
Inside the city, the road is flanked on both sides by tall apartments and buildings, with alleys running between them. The smell of roasting food from inns, and food vendors, the sound of laughing and music on the wind from the numerous taverns dotting the roadside. You also see great homes surrounded by walls and tall trees, as well as buildings that can be associated with the basilica and clergy.
A second gate looms before you and a second wall. "This is the inner wall where the main part of the basilica, the religious orders and schools, plus our chapter house. The guards here wore a different livery than the guards you saw coming in. "Church soldiers," Sparhawk explains. This time, one steps out and places his hand up, halting the group.
"Where do you think you're going?" The young man challenges. "Noone enters the inner walls after dark."
Sparhwak visage could cut stone as he trots forward. Even his warhorse Faran seems to not like this man's tone. "Are you new here?" Sparhawk challenges.
The soldiers looks aghast that his authority was challenged. He sputters for a moment. "Well. that has nothing to do with it. Have my orders, no one is to enter after dark."
Sparhawk doesn't move. "Who gave you these orders?"
"Well, the primate Primate Annias did." Sparhawk snickers.
"Last time I check, this is the sanctum of the Archprelate, not the primate. This is also where the Pandion chapter house is located, and we are authorized to come and go on church business as required, for we answer to the church. Now step aside and allow us in."
The young soldier appears to be flustered, then stammers "I can't. My orders stand." It appears that he even stuck his chin out at Sparhawk, which caused faran to bob his head, almost smiling.
Sparhawk shrugs, "Oh well, suit yourself." He drew his longsword from the scabbard with a slight ring. I have my orders as well, and the standing law in this city, anyone who interferes with church business, and the Pandions, and subject to punishment, and that punishment by Pandion decree is that you will forfeit your head. Sorry about that friend, but you left me no choice."
"You can't do this!" the soldier squeels.
"Ah actually sir, he can. I tried to warn you." One of the guards explained.
As Sparhawk approached, he was raising his sword , when the soldier bolted away.
"Sorry about that me lord, a new officer. His family bought him his rank and position. Between you and me, not smarter than a box of rocks. Sorry to slow you down." The guard motioned and the door opened as Sparhawk sheathed his sword. He trotted up. "I see politics haven't changed and the primate Annias is up to his old tricks, again." The guard nodded. Sparhawk reached into his pouch and dropped a few coins in the guard's hand. "Once your duty is over, you and your men go have a few on me." With a wink, Sparhawk leads the group inside the inner walls.
"But... if this is true..." Khessa remains speechless for a moment, amazed by Maynard's explanation and turns to the prisoners "A possible victory for you would not improve your conditions much. Continuously kept on a short leash as dogs... should you feel proud just because your owner gets a bigger kennel? Always on a short leash you will be... Don't you realize that serving Ortho and Azash might not be your best choice!? The one they offer you, It's not freedom!" she gets excited "And life without freedom is not life! Abandon these overlords who only want you as obedient puppets and instead help us to make them harmless forever! You could change your future forever! Be free! No longer hated or feared! Building a new future for you and your descendants. The Zemoch could become part of a larger, safer and more united society... instead of dogs on the leash of some tyrant, in case of victory... or corpses fallen for a cause that does not gives them a real future, in case of defeat".
Once in Chirellos, the blonde arcane warrior looks around with great curiosity, comparing fashion, architecture and customs with those that exist in Faerûn.
'It seems like a quiet place...' the tall adventuress is pleased 'At least, here it doesn't seem like we're close to the apocalypse. However, everything will be clearer as soon as we have the opportunity to duly interrogate the Zemochs...'
At the end of the small incident with the guard, Khessa approaches Sparhawk: "What does this 'Annias' have to do with it and what tricks does he think of doing, in a moment of such great danger? Is he really such a reckless person as to worry more about politics than about the catastrophe we should avoid?"
"But... if this is true..." Khessa remains speechless for a moment, amazed by Maynard's explanation and turns to the prisoners "A possible victory for you would not improve your conditions much. Continuously kept on a short leash as dogs... should you feel proud just because your owner gets a bigger kennel? Always on a short leash you will be... Don't you realize that serving Ortho and Azash might not be your best choice!? The one they offer you, It's not freedom!" she gets excited "And life without freedom is not life! Abandon these overlords who only want you as obedient puppets and instead help us to make them harmless forever! You could change your future forever! Be free! No longer hated or feared! Building a new future for you and your descendants. The Zemoch could become part of a larger, safer and more united society... instead of dogs on the leash of some tyrant, in case of victory... or corpses fallen for a cause that does not gives them a real future, in case of defeat".
Once in Chirellos, the blonde arcane warrior looks around with great curiosity, comparing fashion, architecture and customs with those that exist in Faerûn.
'It seems like a quiet place...' the tall adventuress is pleased 'At least, here it doesn't seem like we're close to the apocalypse. However, everything will be clearer as soon as we have the opportunity to duly interrogate the Zemochs...'
At the end of the small incident with the guard, Khessa approaches Sparhawk: "What does this 'Annias' have to do with it and what tricks does he think of doing, in a moment of such great danger? Is he really such a reckless person as to worry more about politics than about the catastrophe we should avoid?"
Sparhawk snorts. "Primate Annias is deep into Church politics. He desires the Archprelate's position that he is almost willing to do anything, which makes us concerned. For a churchman, he has access to a lot of gold all of the sudden. He is buying up a number of families with connections in the city. He is the Primate for Agartha, which so happens to be on the border with the old Zemoch Empire. He has no love for any of the Church Knights and our militant orders, perhaps we do everything in our power to get in his way."
Wind through the streets, Sparhawk leads you to east through all of the main buildings associated with the Church here in Eosia. "The City of Chyrellos is considered a free city, belongs to no one ruler, but to the clergy. There is a lot of trade here in the city, schools and institutes of higher learning, and of course, the basilica." He points towards a massive cathedral in the center of the inner walls (imagine today's modern Catholic Basilica in Rome). He leads up to what looks like a small and well-built castle, in the middle of the inner city.
" The Pandion Chapterhouse," Sparhawk points out as he stops before the draw bridge. It was, in every sense of the word, a small castle. It had high, thick walls with battlements and bleak towers at the corners. A deep moat filled with stakes surrounded it, and it was accessible by the lower draw bridge. Standing on the draw bridge, were 4 fully armed and armored Pandion Knights. "Stay here," he instructs, then walks forward and stops at the edge of the draw bridge. Two of the knights ridge and stop before him.
"Ah yes, the traditional entry into the chapterhouse of the Pandions," Brother Maynard explains.
"Who art thou who entreateth entry into the house of the Soldiers of God?" The first knight asks.
Sparhawk holds his right hand up, showing it is empty. "I am Sparhawk, a Soldier of God and a member of this order."
"How may we know thee," the second knight asks.
"By this token you shall know me," Sparhawk states as he pulls a large silver pendent from under his surcoat. The two knights went through the motions of inspecting the pendent.
"This is indeed Sir Sparhawk of our order," the first knight confirmed.
"Truly, and shall we then, uh...uhm...," The second knight pauses, seemingly haven forgotten the words.
"Grant him entry into the House of the Soldiers of God," Sparhawk finished the line he was forgetting.
"Ah thanks Sparhawk, long day already," the second knight remarks. The first knight only shook his head but smiled. "It is his right freely to enter this house, for he is one of us, Hail Sir Sparhawk. Prithee, come within the walls of this house, and may peace abide with thee and thy companions."
Sparhawk saluted, and signaled back for you all to follow him inside.
Sparhawk snorts. "Primate Annias is deep into Church politics. He desires the Archprelate's position that he is almost willing to do anything, which makes us concerned. For a churchman, he has access to a lot of gold all of the sudden. He is buying up a number of families with connections in the city. He is the Primate for Agartha, which so happens to be on the border with the old Zemoch Empire. He has no love for any of the Church Knights and our militant orders, perhaps we do everything in our power to get in his way."
"Oh... But then, maybe..." Khessa fixes her blue eyes in those of Sparhawk "Is there a risk that he could even get into cahoots with the Zemochs, by any chance? If they had convinced him that they can win, he could delude himself into thinking that by allying himself with them he is gaining even more power... even if in fact they could then very well betray him and get rid of him after they have finished using him".
...Sparhawk saluted, and signaled back for you all to follow him inside.
Once at the entry into the chapterhouse of the Pandions, the blonde arcane warrior witnesses with approval the lightness and benevolence with which one reacts to the guard's forgetfulness: "Well done!" she can't stop herself from commenting "Traditions are a nice thing... but you should never let them stifle the sense of camaraderie! I really like you guys!"
As you cross the draw bridge into the chapterhouse, you appraise how well it is constructed, how thick the walls are. You enter a large courtyard, stables on one side where Sparhawk is leading you all, you can also see a blacksmith shop, training posts and other training apparatus, and storehouses.
As soon as Sparhawk stops, pages and acolytes are running to assist you. "Get these prisoners down below into the holding cells, we will see to them later." Sparhawk commands. "Go tell Preceptor Vanion we have arrived and will report shortly." As a stable hand comes up, Sparhawk looks at Faran in the eyes. "Don't bite him, he is one of ours." Faran actually rolls his eyes, but Sparhawk grabs him by the ear and goes eye to eye with him. "Do we need to have that talk again?" Faran shakes his mane and is led off.
"If you follow me, please," Sparhawk indicates to the group. "Once we report into the head of our chapter here, we will see to your needs," Sparhawk explains, and leads you into the chapterhouse. He leads you through the corridors, different groups of men walk by, all nodding to Sparhawk. He then takes a stair way up into one of the towers, and comes to a thick wooden door where a soldier stands guard.
He turns and knocks on the door, and a loud voice commands "Enter" is heard. "It is good to see you have returned safely my lord," the guard states. Sparhawk nods, and lead you all inside.
A large man wearing a black and silver robe is standing next to a fireplace, that has a fire crackling in it. There are two pages standing off to the side. Sitting in a chair next to the fire sipping tea is a small, diminutive woman with long black hair and blue eyes. She smiles when she sees Sparhawk, and puts her teacup down.
"Well, it's about time you got back here," Preceptor Vanion grumbled, though there was a twinkle in his eye. Sparhawk nods in acceptance as he walks over and kneels before the small woman. He kisses both of her palms, "Little mother, it is so good to see you, may you bless me?" he asks. She smiles and places her hands on either side of his head. While she may appear small in stature, you all sense great power in her.
Vanion ordered the pages to go and get chairs for you all, "And bring the Cavalier's Punch, I think our guests will need it."
Soon, you are all sitting in comfortable chairs, with a mug of Cavalier's Punch. A semi-sparkling sweet red wine with other ingredients that seem to take the soreness of the saddle away from your backsides.
Sparhawk begins to tell of the quest to find you all and bring you here. Then how the group of Zemochs attempted to ambush you, and now are down in the holding cells. Sparhawk also talked of the one officer who wasn't about to let you in, until he convinced him.
Vanion nodded, "I don't know how he does it, but it seems Annias' pockets are getting rather deep, for a church man. Yet, every time we try to pin him down and have him removed; he wiggles out from under it."
"I am sorry to say, our news isn't any better. More stories and tales of monsters are reaching the city, that the areas along the border with the old Zemoch empire, along the mountains and the blasted lands, are being reported. We all thought it was just someone's imagination and tall tales getting away from them, but now we are getting evidence. The Sendarians are finding more raiding parties again, attacking caravans and taking prisoners."
Vanion pauses to collect his thoughts. "Stories are also coming from up north, of Trolls attacking some of the farmers up there. There hasn't been a sighting in a long time, now Trolls are coming down out of the mountains, and some even saying dragons. It seems dark times are approaching."
He looks to the party. "Tomorrow you will go and see the Archprelate, he is a friend of ours," Vanion states and Sparhawk chuckles. "He was actually a member of our order before he got his calling to become a Primate, and through an election, won his position."
"In any case, he is very supportive, but I am sure he will have directives from the Church to be seen to. Now that yuou have seen a little of what we are going through, what are your thoughts?"
Akkron sits back to collect some ideas... he decided to put away the cap of disguise after getting inside the building to allow absolute honesty during the talks.
"If the Zemochs continue to display the absolutely 'brilliant' tactics we saw on the road, I can't say that I find them particularly worrying," he says with a chuckle. "Unless they have truly overwhelming numbers on their side. But I know better than to let my guard down or to take it for granted that all of the Zemochs are fools... there is no such thing as a guaranteed outcome. And I share Khessa's trepidation that Annias may be in league with the dark elves, which would mean that we must be wary of both the invading Zemochs and a knife at our backs."
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"Let us not forget, Master Akkron," Khessa points out "that the Zemochs who ambushed us may have demonstrated terrible tactical sense, but they still managed to infiltrate deeply into territory where one would not have expected to find them and that one of theirs has managed to escape us despite our best efforts. No doubt, they will have underestimated us, also considering how they already feel like winners - but precisely all this confidence on their part must have some underlying reason. They must have (or at least believe they have) excellent plans or excellent allies".
"And in fact," the blonde arcane warrior links to what Vanion reported "monsters are reaching the city and the areas along the border with the old Zemoch empire. Not only Zemochs, but also Trolls and Dragons. If mobilized in large numbers, they can pose a threat even without ingenious tactics or strategies".
"Anyway," the tall adventuress replies to Vanion "Trolls and Dragons are not mobilizing for love of Zemochs. They must have been promised something. I think it might be useful for us to negotiate with them too. Although I only know the Zemochs for a short time, I understand that they aim to subjugate the rest of creation. So also Trolls and Dragons, in the end. They are probably deceiving them, promising them things that they cannot or do not want to keep. Helping Trolls and Dragons to realize this could take away the Zemoch a lot of offensive power - as well as saving unnecessary massacres. That's what I think, based on what we know now".
"But considering that we have taken prisoners," Khessa concludes "our first move must be to gather information. Either by persuasion, or by magic, or... by other means, we must make them tell us more on their real resources and their actual plans. I have not studied strategy or tactics, I am not a general, that's granted, but the countless battles I have survived have taught me one thing in particular: know your enemy. War is the art of deception. Know your enemy. Not only to know how to fight him, but first of all to know who he is! Maybe we can avoid fighting Trolls and Dragons. Maybe we can even avoid fighting some Zemochs - it wouldn't surprise me if most of them were in turn victims, exploited by their leaders or their gods and induced to follow them due to lack of reflection or plausible alternatives. But these are considerations for later; the absolute first thing to do is to gather information quickly. Starting with the prisoners. This is what I say".
Turning her blue eyes to her companions, the blonde arcane warrior asks: "But everyone's point of view is precious... each of us, with our experiences and our history, can be able to see things that escape others. Dabbert? Amanises? Olem? Mal? What do you say?"
After setting forth to the city Mal will keep a close eye on the prisoners and deal with any of them that attempt to escape. She will also keep a close eye on Spawrhawk an dMaynard, watching their movements and how they hold themselves, looking for any faults that they might have while traveling and conducting themselves.
Seeing the city splayed out before her she is impressed by the size and also by its defenses that are so plainly obvious but also hidden as well in plain sight. It also seems at least the regions in control of the church are prosperous and it appears the church is concerned about others not just those employed with the church. As they travel through the city she will keep a keen eye out for anyone that is paying particularity attention to the group and more importantly taking note of the prisoners. She will also look for any signs that their is an underground criminal organizations here and if she does spot any signs, she will make a note as well that she is in the city and would like to meet and introduce herself to those in charge.
Continuing to go through the city before they get to the inner wall, she will move up next to Maynard, "For future personal reference, where might a lady such as myself find a more entertaining tavern to grab a drink?"
Hopefully getting and adequate answer she will leave a note on any criminal organizations hidden signs that she will be in the tavern either tonight or the next to have a discussion.
After greetings have been made and she listens to the conversation with the Preceptor and the rest, Mal chimes in, "Well its obvious the creatures are attacking the outlying civilizations as a distraction for what is really going on. They are meaning to split your forces so you can not provide an adequate defense of their true intentions and goals. Is there a map of the land that you can point out to where all these attacks are coming from or maybe where the concentration of attacks are coming from? Depending on that bit of information it might tell us where we should focus our attention. We might be able to talk our way out of some of these engagements, but if the creatures are coming out of the hills either upon their own accord or being forced to, it does not really matter, they will need to be dealt with. Our group should easily be able to handle those threats, either by words or other means, but it frees up your forces to deal with the greater threat of the Zemochs. As Khessa mentioned , these creatures, strings shall we say, are being pulled by others and an agreement can be made to rid the board of them." Mal will pause a moment and look about the room at the others sitting around her.
She then stiffens her spine and continues, "I have heard several mentions of this Annias person, and it appears this person has great ambitions of gathering as much power as possible and do not care how they attain it." She pauses and looks straight at Sparhawk, "What would the ramifications be if Annias ceased to be an issue? To an outsider it kind of seems the Zemochs have always been a nuisance, but just that a nuisance, and not any type of real threat. Something happened recently that has changed and if I can read between the lines it seems Annias might be at the heart of it, or definitely an integral part of it. Especially if as you have said his "empire" sits long the Zemoch border."
Akkron sits back to collect some ideas... he decided to put away the cap of disguise after getting inside the building to allow absolute honesty during the talks.
"If the Zemochs continue to display the absolutely 'brilliant' tactics we saw on the road, I can't say that I find them particularly worrying," he says with a chuckle. "Unless they have truly overwhelming numbers on their side. But I know better than to let my guard down or to take it for granted that all of the Zemochs are fools... there is no such thing as a guaranteed outcome. And I share Khessa's trepidation that Annias may be in league with the dark elves, which would mean that we must be wary of both the invading Zemochs and a knife at our backs."
Vanion nods his head. "Our very concerns as well. Zemochs are not known to be too smart, but there are a lot of them. Ortho back in the day relied on quantity, rather than quality. The joke used to be; he can always make more. We were never too sure on what that meant. As for the Primate, he is so slimy that everytime we think we have him on enough evidence to have him disbarred and removed from the clergy, he gets away with it. Until then, we keep our eyes on him, and protect the Archprelate."
"Let us not forget, Master Akkron," Khessa points out "that the Zemochs who ambushed us may have demonstrated terrible tactical sense, but they still managed to infiltrate deeply into territory where one would not have expected to find them and that one of theirs has managed to escape us despite our best efforts. No doubt, they will have underestimated us, also considering how they already feel like winners - but precisely all this confidence on their part must have some underlying reason. They must have (or at least believe they have) excellent plans or excellent allies".
"And in fact," the blonde arcane warrior links to what Vanion reported "monsters are reaching the city and the areas along the border with the old Zemoch empire. Not only Zemochs, but also Trolls and Dragons. If mobilized in large numbers, they can pose a threat even without ingenious tactics or strategies".
"Anyway," the tall adventuress replies to Vanion "Trolls and Dragons are not mobilizing for love of Zemochs. They must have been promised something. I think it might be useful for us to negotiate with them too. Although I only know the Zemochs for a short time, I understand that they aim to subjugate the rest of creation. So also Trolls and Dragons, in the end. They are probably deceiving them, promising them things that they cannot or do not want to keep. Helping Trolls and Dragons to realize this could take away the Zemoch a lot of offensive power - as well as saving unnecessary massacres. That's what I think, based on what we know now".
"But considering that we have taken prisoners," Khessa concludes "our first move must be to gather information. Either by persuasion, or by magic, or... by other means, we must make them tell us more on their real resources and their actual plans. I have not studied strategy or tactics, I am not a general, that's granted, but the countless battles I have survived have taught me one thing in particular: know your enemy. War is the art of deception. Know your enemy. Not only to know how to fight him, but first of all to know who he is! Maybe we can avoid fighting Trolls and Dragons. Maybe we can even avoid fighting some Zemochs - it wouldn't surprise me if most of them were in turn victims, exploited by their leaders or their gods and induced to follow them due to lack of reflection or plausible alternatives. But these are considerations for later; the absolute first thing to do is to gather information quickly. Starting with the prisoners. This is what I say".
Turning her blue eyes to her companions, the blonde arcane warrior asks: "But everyone's point of view is precious... each of us, with our experiences and our history, can be able to see things that escape others. Dabbert? Amanises? Olem? Mal? What do you say?"
Sparhawk nods with the statement. "We are planning to head north after we meet with the Archprelate, and go speak to Bhlokw, and see if the Troll Gods could help us understand what is going on in the background."
Vanion nods in understand. "I'll dispatch messengers up north to King Wagrun, make sure his sober when you arrive and to Lord Komier. He will summon Sir Ulath if he is not there." He looks at the group and smiles. "Sir Ulath and Bhlokw are friends, and he is the best in communicating with him. Bhlokw trusts him."
After setting forth to the city Mal will keep a close eye on the prisoners and deal with any of them that attempt to escape. She will also keep a close eye on Spawrhawk an dMaynard, watching their movements and how they hold themselves, looking for any faults that they might have while traveling and conducting themselves.
Seeing the city splayed out before her she is impressed by the size and also by its defenses that are so plainly obvious but also hidden as well in plain sight. It also seems at least the regions in control of the church are prosperous and it appears the church is concerned about others not just those employed with the church. As they travel through the city she will keep a keen eye out for anyone that is paying particularity attention to the group and more importantly taking note of the prisoners. She will also look for any signs that their is an underground criminal organizations here and if she does spot any signs, she will make a note as well that she is in the city and would like to meet and introduce herself to those in charge.
Continuing to go through the city before they get to the inner wall, she will move up next to Maynard, "For future personal reference, where might a lady such as myself find a more entertaining tavern to grab a drink?"
Hopefully getting and adequate answer she will leave a note on any criminal organizations hidden signs that she will be in the tavern either tonight or the next to have a discussion.
After greetings have been made and she listens to the conversation with the Preceptor and the rest, Mal chimes in, "Well its obvious the creatures are attacking the outlying civilizations as a distraction for what is really going on. They are meaning to split your forces so you can not provide an adequate defense of their true intentions and goals. Is there a map of the land that you can point out to where all these attacks are coming from or maybe where the concentration of attacks are coming from? Depending on that bit of information it might tell us where we should focus our attention. We might be able to talk our way out of some of these engagements, but if the creatures are coming out of the hills either upon their own accord or being forced to, it does not really matter, they will need to be dealt with. Our group should easily be able to handle those threats, either by words or other means, but it frees up your forces to deal with the greater threat of the Zemochs. As Khessa mentioned , these creatures, strings shall we say, are being pulled by others and an agreement can be made to rid the board of them." Mal will pause a moment and look about the room at the others sitting around her.
She then stiffens her spine and continues, "I have heard several mentions of this Annias person, and it appears this person has great ambitions of gathering as much power as possible and do not care how they attain it." She pauses and looks straight at Sparhawk, "What would the ramifications be if Annias ceased to be an issue? To an outsider it kind of seems the Zemochs have always been a nuisance, but just that a nuisance, and not any type of real threat. Something happened recently that has changed and if I can read between the lines it seems Annias might be at the heart of it, or definitely an integral part of it. Especially if as you have said his "empire" sits long the Zemoch border."
Sparhawk snorts and chuckles. "To be blunt and honest, a godsend if he was to mysteriously have an accident. I have brought it up on several occasions, but have been told its not feasible.
The small woman, whose name you learned is Sephrenia, the High Priestess of Aphrael and one of the Thousand of Styricum. She instructed the Pandion Knights in the Secrets of Styricum at the bidding of Aphrael, which means she teaches them magic while the church is unaware of it.
"You know dear heart," she explains, "If he is protected by Azash, it can be nearly impossible to do anything to him, and you risk your family and your life."
Sparhawk humphs but nods his head.
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Sparhawk shakes his head. "We can't leave them behind, and the standing law about killing Zemocks, especially this deep in the Kingdoms is still in effect. We will deposit them at our Chapter House to be secured, before we meet with the Archprelate. All he needs to know we have taken care of them, but not the exact details. We can't let this opportunity go for getting information. Then we wil see what our friends here have to see. Between you very skilled friend there, and our methods, we'll get what we need to know."
"Well, looks like we'll have to put our chat on hold" Khessa smiles, lifting the prisoners one by one onto their respective mounts, then remounting herself. "Let's go then... and be careful, since one, although paralyzed, managed to teleport away. While I don't think he's in the mood to try his luck again too soon, we can't completely rule out his trying to do something".
"He had to be an individual capable of activating some magical powers with the power of thought alone..." hypothesizes the blonde arcane warrior, during the ride "Or he had to be protected by some magical security procedure - perhaps a latent spell ready to unleashed when certain conditions were met... It had to be someone important. I have the impression that we will meet again".
Akkron chuckles at Maynard's words.
"I would be quite impressed if your archives can truly 'overwhelm my sense of curiosity," he says. "But thank you kindly, I most certainly intend to take you up on that offer."
Khessa's thoughts regarding the escaped Zemoch give Akkron a moment's pause.
"That would suggest to me that he was probably under the effects of freedom of movement or in possession of a ring of free action," Akkron says. "...which shows a remarkable level of forethought considering the rather pathetic level of planning the rest of them demonstrated. I still can't get over the fact that they thought it would be a good idea to charge at us, in the open, while outnumbered and having no way of knowing who we were or what we might be capable of. Perhaps they got a bit overconfident terrorizing innocent civilians."
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"Well, that for sure, Master Akkron..." Khessa agrees about Zemochs' overconfidence "Did you also hear them, during the mini-interrogation that we had begun to subject them to, didn't you? In spite of having tasted defeat in a matter of seconds of combat, they were still convinced that they can not lose this war..."
"Not to mention that you were also very clever and farsighted, trying to block them all at the same time..." the blonde arcane warrior smiles at her mentor "If they had had the opportunity to act, they could have become dangerous. One was summoning a Yochol. Another... maybe he was casting a spell like yours? And who knows how many of us would have been able to resist? And if they had started using this" she shows the Death Lance she has now taken as her own "they could have put us in trouble. In addition to hurting, this nasty weapon also drains the target's life... a drain that plain healing spells can't cure".
"They were arrogant and foolish" agrees the tall adventuress "but they could have made themselves dangerous all the same".
"Oh, I certainly saw the danger they could pose," the lich replies. "Which is why I used exactly the principle I just explained to them: always assume your opponent is formidable and act accordingly. It never ceases to amaze me how many legendary beings get themselves killed by failing to follow that simple rule."
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As Brother Maynard mounts his horse he shrugs. "They're Zemochs. From what I understand, Ortho doesn't want a lot of free thought or independent actions from his followers, or he would lose control. Only who he designates as the leader of a group have some independence, but not much. Azash has some influence as well."
Once the Zemoch prisoners were secured, Sparhawk made sure there were bags over the heads, "In case we come upon a Cimurian patrol, don't have the time to deal with questions why we have living Zemochs with us."
Sparhawk leads the party out, and begins a mile chewing trot that covered good distance without tiring the horses out, but your bottoms may have something to complain about. The sun had set when he halted the column on a crest of a hill. Down below stretched a large walled city, with thousands of lights twinkling like fireflies. "Our Holy City of Chyrellos."
Following the road down, Sparhawk angles the group so you will enter one of the southern gates. Like the cities of Faerun, a small town has grown up outside of the walls and along the road. Mostly shops and warehouses, you see a spot for a large open market and fair. As you approach the large gate, Sparhawk drapes his surcoat so the Pandion eagle is visible. The guards noticed the eagle and wave Sparhawk through, no questions asked.
Inside the city, the road is flanked on both sides by tall apartments and buildings, with alleys running between them. The smell of roasting food from inns, and food vendors, the sound of laughing and music on the wind from the numerous taverns dotting the roadside. You also see great homes surrounded by walls and tall trees, as well as buildings that can be associated with the basilica and clergy.
A second gate looms before you and a second wall. "This is the inner wall where the main part of the basilica, the religious orders and schools, plus our chapter house. The guards here wore a different livery than the guards you saw coming in. "Church soldiers," Sparhawk explains. This time, one steps out and places his hand up, halting the group.
"Where do you think you're going?" The young man challenges. "Noone enters the inner walls after dark."
Sparhwak visage could cut stone as he trots forward. Even his warhorse Faran seems to not like this man's tone. "Are you new here?" Sparhawk challenges.
The soldiers looks aghast that his authority was challenged. He sputters for a moment. "Well. that has nothing to do with it. Have my orders, no one is to enter after dark."
Sparhawk doesn't move. "Who gave you these orders?"
"Well, the primate Primate Annias did." Sparhawk snickers.
"Last time I check, this is the sanctum of the Archprelate, not the primate. This is also where the Pandion chapter house is located, and we are authorized to come and go on church business as required, for we answer to the church. Now step aside and allow us in."
The young soldier appears to be flustered, then stammers "I can't. My orders stand." It appears that he even stuck his chin out at Sparhawk, which caused faran to bob his head, almost smiling.
Sparhawk shrugs, "Oh well, suit yourself." He drew his longsword from the scabbard with a slight ring. I have my orders as well, and the standing law in this city, anyone who interferes with church business, and the Pandions, and subject to punishment, and that punishment by Pandion decree is that you will forfeit your head. Sorry about that friend, but you left me no choice."
"You can't do this!" the soldier squeels.
"Ah actually sir, he can. I tried to warn you." One of the guards explained.
As Sparhawk approached, he was raising his sword , when the soldier bolted away.
"Sorry about that me lord, a new officer. His family bought him his rank and position. Between you and me, not smarter than a box of rocks. Sorry to slow you down." The guard motioned and the door opened as Sparhawk sheathed his sword. He trotted up. "I see politics haven't changed and the primate Annias is up to his old tricks, again." The guard nodded. Sparhawk reached into his pouch and dropped a few coins in the guard's hand. "Once your duty is over, you and your men go have a few on me." With a wink, Sparhawk leads the group inside the inner walls.
"But... if this is true..." Khessa remains speechless for a moment, amazed by Maynard's explanation and turns to the prisoners "A possible victory for you would not improve your conditions much. Continuously kept on a short leash as dogs... should you feel proud just because your owner gets a bigger kennel? Always on a short leash you will be... Don't you realize that serving Ortho and Azash might not be your best choice!? The one they offer you, It's not freedom!" she gets excited "And life without freedom is not life! Abandon these overlords who only want you as obedient puppets and instead help us to make them harmless forever! You could change your future forever! Be free! No longer hated or feared! Building a new future for you and your descendants. The Zemoch could become part of a larger, safer and more united society... instead of dogs on the leash of some tyrant, in case of victory... or corpses fallen for a cause that does not gives them a real future, in case of defeat".
Once in Chirellos, the blonde arcane warrior looks around with great curiosity, comparing fashion, architecture and customs with those that exist in Faerûn.
'It seems like a quiet place...' the tall adventuress is pleased 'At least, here it doesn't seem like we're close to the apocalypse. However, everything will be clearer as soon as we have the opportunity to duly interrogate the Zemochs...'
At the end of the small incident with the guard, Khessa approaches Sparhawk: "What does this 'Annias' have to do with it and what tricks does he think of doing, in a moment of such great danger? Is he really such a reckless person as to worry more about politics than about the catastrophe we should avoid?"
Sparhawk snorts. "Primate Annias is deep into Church politics. He desires the Archprelate's position that he is almost willing to do anything, which makes us concerned. For a churchman, he has access to a lot of gold all of the sudden. He is buying up a number of families with connections in the city. He is the Primate for Agartha, which so happens to be on the border with the old Zemoch Empire. He has no love for any of the Church Knights and our militant orders, perhaps we do everything in our power to get in his way."
Wind through the streets, Sparhawk leads you to east through all of the main buildings associated with the Church here in Eosia. "The City of Chyrellos is considered a free city, belongs to no one ruler, but to the clergy. There is a lot of trade here in the city, schools and institutes of higher learning, and of course, the basilica." He points towards a massive cathedral in the center of the inner walls (imagine today's modern Catholic Basilica in Rome). He leads up to what looks like a small and well-built castle, in the middle of the inner city.
" The Pandion Chapterhouse," Sparhawk points out as he stops before the draw bridge. It was, in every sense of the word, a small castle. It had high, thick walls with battlements and bleak towers at the corners. A deep moat filled with stakes surrounded it, and it was accessible by the lower draw bridge. Standing on the draw bridge, were 4 fully armed and armored Pandion Knights. "Stay here," he instructs, then walks forward and stops at the edge of the draw bridge. Two of the knights ridge and stop before him.
"Ah yes, the traditional entry into the chapterhouse of the Pandions," Brother Maynard explains.
"Who art thou who entreateth entry into the house of the Soldiers of God?" The first knight asks.
Sparhawk holds his right hand up, showing it is empty. "I am Sparhawk, a Soldier of God and a member of this order."
"How may we know thee," the second knight asks.
"By this token you shall know me," Sparhawk states as he pulls a large silver pendent from under his surcoat. The two knights went through the motions of inspecting the pendent.
"This is indeed Sir Sparhawk of our order," the first knight confirmed.
"Truly, and shall we then, uh...uhm...," The second knight pauses, seemingly haven forgotten the words.
"Grant him entry into the House of the Soldiers of God," Sparhawk finished the line he was forgetting.
"Ah thanks Sparhawk, long day already," the second knight remarks. The first knight only shook his head but smiled. "It is his right freely to enter this house, for he is one of us, Hail Sir Sparhawk. Prithee, come within the walls of this house, and may peace abide with thee and thy companions."
Sparhawk saluted, and signaled back for you all to follow him inside.
"Oh... But then, maybe..." Khessa fixes her blue eyes in those of Sparhawk "Is there a risk that he could even get into cahoots with the Zemochs, by any chance? If they had convinced him that they can win, he could delude himself into thinking that by allying himself with them he is gaining even more power... even if in fact they could then very well betray him and get rid of him after they have finished using him".
Once at the entry into the chapterhouse of the Pandions, the blonde arcane warrior witnesses with approval the lightness and benevolence with which one reacts to the guard's forgetfulness: "Well done!" she can't stop herself from commenting "Traditions are a nice thing... but you should never let them stifle the sense of camaraderie! I really like you guys!"
And she follows Sparhawk inside.
As you cross the draw bridge into the chapterhouse, you appraise how well it is constructed, how thick the walls are. You enter a large courtyard, stables on one side where Sparhawk is leading you all, you can also see a blacksmith shop, training posts and other training apparatus, and storehouses.
As soon as Sparhawk stops, pages and acolytes are running to assist you. "Get these prisoners down below into the holding cells, we will see to them later." Sparhawk commands. "Go tell Preceptor Vanion we have arrived and will report shortly." As a stable hand comes up, Sparhawk looks at Faran in the eyes. "Don't bite him, he is one of ours." Faran actually rolls his eyes, but Sparhawk grabs him by the ear and goes eye to eye with him. "Do we need to have that talk again?" Faran shakes his mane and is led off.
"If you follow me, please," Sparhawk indicates to the group. "Once we report into the head of our chapter here, we will see to your needs," Sparhawk explains, and leads you into the chapterhouse. He leads you through the corridors, different groups of men walk by, all nodding to Sparhawk. He then takes a stair way up into one of the towers, and comes to a thick wooden door where a soldier stands guard.
He turns and knocks on the door, and a loud voice commands "Enter" is heard. "It is good to see you have returned safely my lord," the guard states. Sparhawk nods, and lead you all inside.
A large man wearing a black and silver robe is standing next to a fireplace, that has a fire crackling in it. There are two pages standing off to the side. Sitting in a chair next to the fire sipping tea is a small, diminutive woman with long black hair and blue eyes. She smiles when she sees Sparhawk, and puts her teacup down.
"Well, it's about time you got back here," Preceptor Vanion grumbled, though there was a twinkle in his eye. Sparhawk nods in acceptance as he walks over and kneels before the small woman. He kisses both of her palms, "Little mother, it is so good to see you, may you bless me?" he asks. She smiles and places her hands on either side of his head. While she may appear small in stature, you all sense great power in her.
Vanion ordered the pages to go and get chairs for you all, "And bring the Cavalier's Punch, I think our guests will need it."
Soon, you are all sitting in comfortable chairs, with a mug of Cavalier's Punch. A semi-sparkling sweet red wine with other ingredients that seem to take the soreness of the saddle away from your backsides.
Sparhawk begins to tell of the quest to find you all and bring you here. Then how the group of Zemochs attempted to ambush you, and now are down in the holding cells. Sparhawk also talked of the one officer who wasn't about to let you in, until he convinced him.
Vanion nodded, "I don't know how he does it, but it seems Annias' pockets are getting rather deep, for a church man. Yet, every time we try to pin him down and have him removed; he wiggles out from under it."
"I am sorry to say, our news isn't any better. More stories and tales of monsters are reaching the city, that the areas along the border with the old Zemoch empire, along the mountains and the blasted lands, are being reported. We all thought it was just someone's imagination and tall tales getting away from them, but now we are getting evidence. The Sendarians are finding more raiding parties again, attacking caravans and taking prisoners."
Vanion pauses to collect his thoughts. "Stories are also coming from up north, of Trolls attacking some of the farmers up there. There hasn't been a sighting in a long time, now Trolls are coming down out of the mountains, and some even saying dragons. It seems dark times are approaching."
He looks to the party. "Tomorrow you will go and see the Archprelate, he is a friend of ours," Vanion states and Sparhawk chuckles. "He was actually a member of our order before he got his calling to become a Primate, and through an election, won his position."
"In any case, he is very supportive, but I am sure he will have directives from the Church to be seen to. Now that yuou have seen a little of what we are going through, what are your thoughts?"
Akkron sits back to collect some ideas... he decided to put away the cap of disguise after getting inside the building to allow absolute honesty during the talks.
"If the Zemochs continue to display the absolutely 'brilliant' tactics we saw on the road, I can't say that I find them particularly worrying," he says with a chuckle. "Unless they have truly overwhelming numbers on their side. But I know better than to let my guard down or to take it for granted that all of the Zemochs are fools... there is no such thing as a guaranteed outcome. And I share Khessa's trepidation that Annias may be in league with the dark elves, which would mean that we must be wary of both the invading Zemochs and a knife at our backs."
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"Let us not forget, Master Akkron," Khessa points out "that the Zemochs who ambushed us may have demonstrated terrible tactical sense, but they still managed to infiltrate deeply into territory where one would not have expected to find them and that one of theirs has managed to escape us despite our best efforts. No doubt, they will have underestimated us, also considering how they already feel like winners - but precisely all this confidence on their part must have some underlying reason. They must have (or at least believe they have) excellent plans or excellent allies".
"And in fact," the blonde arcane warrior links to what Vanion reported "monsters are reaching the city and the areas along the border with the old Zemoch empire. Not only Zemochs, but also Trolls and Dragons. If mobilized in large numbers, they can pose a threat even without ingenious tactics or strategies".
"Anyway," the tall adventuress replies to Vanion "Trolls and Dragons are not mobilizing for love of Zemochs. They must have been promised something. I think it might be useful for us to negotiate with them too. Although I only know the Zemochs for a short time, I understand that they aim to subjugate the rest of creation. So also Trolls and Dragons, in the end. They are probably deceiving them, promising them things that they cannot or do not want to keep. Helping Trolls and Dragons to realize this could take away the Zemoch a lot of offensive power - as well as saving unnecessary massacres. That's what I think, based on what we know now".
"But considering that we have taken prisoners," Khessa concludes "our first move must be to gather information. Either by persuasion, or by magic, or... by other means, we must make them tell us more on their real resources and their actual plans. I have not studied strategy or tactics, I am not a general, that's granted, but the countless battles I have survived have taught me one thing in particular: know your enemy. War is the art of deception. Know your enemy. Not only to know how to fight him, but first of all to know who he is! Maybe we can avoid fighting Trolls and Dragons. Maybe we can even avoid fighting some Zemochs - it wouldn't surprise me if most of them were in turn victims, exploited by their leaders or their gods and induced to follow them due to lack of reflection or plausible alternatives. But these are considerations for later; the absolute first thing to do is to gather information quickly. Starting with the prisoners. This is what I say".
Turning her blue eyes to her companions, the blonde arcane warrior asks: "But everyone's point of view is precious... each of us, with our experiences and our history, can be able to see things that escape others. Dabbert? Amanises? Olem? Mal? What do you say?"
After setting forth to the city Mal will keep a close eye on the prisoners and deal with any of them that attempt to escape. She will also keep a close eye on Spawrhawk an dMaynard, watching their movements and how they hold themselves, looking for any faults that they might have while traveling and conducting themselves.
Seeing the city splayed out before her she is impressed by the size and also by its defenses that are so plainly obvious but also hidden as well in plain sight. It also seems at least the regions in control of the church are prosperous and it appears the church is concerned about others not just those employed with the church. As they travel through the city she will keep a keen eye out for anyone that is paying particularity attention to the group and more importantly taking note of the prisoners. She will also look for any signs that their is an underground criminal organizations here and if she does spot any signs, she will make a note as well that she is in the city and would like to meet and introduce herself to those in charge.
Continuing to go through the city before they get to the inner wall, she will move up next to Maynard, "For future personal reference, where might a lady such as myself find a more entertaining tavern to grab a drink?"
Hopefully getting and adequate answer she will leave a note on any criminal organizations hidden signs that she will be in the tavern either tonight or the next to have a discussion.
After greetings have been made and she listens to the conversation with the Preceptor and the rest, Mal chimes in, "Well its obvious the creatures are attacking the outlying civilizations as a distraction for what is really going on. They are meaning to split your forces so you can not provide an adequate defense of their true intentions and goals. Is there a map of the land that you can point out to where all these attacks are coming from or maybe where the concentration of attacks are coming from? Depending on that bit of information it might tell us where we should focus our attention. We might be able to talk our way out of some of these engagements, but if the creatures are coming out of the hills either upon their own accord or being forced to, it does not really matter, they will need to be dealt with. Our group should easily be able to handle those threats, either by words or other means, but it frees up your forces to deal with the greater threat of the Zemochs. As Khessa mentioned , these creatures, strings shall we say, are being pulled by others and an agreement can be made to rid the board of them." Mal will pause a moment and look about the room at the others sitting around her.
She then stiffens her spine and continues, "I have heard several mentions of this Annias person, and it appears this person has great ambitions of gathering as much power as possible and do not care how they attain it." She pauses and looks straight at Sparhawk, "What would the ramifications be if Annias ceased to be an issue? To an outsider it kind of seems the Zemochs have always been a nuisance, but just that a nuisance, and not any type of real threat. Something happened recently that has changed and if I can read between the lines it seems Annias might be at the heart of it, or definitely an integral part of it. Especially if as you have said his "empire" sits long the Zemoch border."
Vanion nods his head. "Our very concerns as well. Zemochs are not known to be too smart, but there are a lot of them. Ortho back in the day relied on quantity, rather than quality. The joke used to be; he can always make more. We were never too sure on what that meant. As for the Primate, he is so slimy that everytime we think we have him on enough evidence to have him disbarred and removed from the clergy, he gets away with it. Until then, we keep our eyes on him, and protect the Archprelate."
Sparhawk nods with the statement. "We are planning to head north after we meet with the Archprelate, and go speak to Bhlokw, and see if the Troll Gods could help us understand what is going on in the background."
Vanion nods in understand. "I'll dispatch messengers up north to King Wagrun, make sure his sober when you arrive and to Lord Komier. He will summon Sir Ulath if he is not there." He looks at the group and smiles. "Sir Ulath and Bhlokw are friends, and he is the best in communicating with him. Bhlokw trusts him."
The small woman who sips her tea, looks at Akkron deeply, studying him.
Sparhawk snorts and chuckles. "To be blunt and honest, a godsend if he was to mysteriously have an accident. I have brought it up on several occasions, but have been told its not feasible.
The small woman, whose name you learned is Sephrenia, the High Priestess of Aphrael and one of the Thousand of Styricum. She instructed the Pandion Knights in the Secrets of Styricum at the bidding of Aphrael, which means she teaches them magic while the church is unaware of it.
"You know dear heart," she explains, "If he is protected by Azash, it can be nearly impossible to do anything to him, and you risk your family and your life."
Sparhawk humphs but nods his head.