“We will follow the debased dragon children,” said Thantos to the twenty or so gathered darklings of various shapes and sizes. The largest of them stood well over eight feet tall with pale skin and long tusks that came from a low slung jaw, while half a dozen more stood only four feet tall with nasty little blades at their sides. “They know where the Staff of Sakatha is hidden. When we retrieve the staff the Lady of the Abyss, She who has Ruled for All Eternity, will reward you well for you services.”
“Exactly how much will she reward us?” said almost the smallest of the strange creatures with the sharp knives, who wore a leer on his pale white face that exposed a double row of pointed little teeth. “I do not expect to be rewarded upon my death,” he continued, “I want a more tangible reward, ghoul.”
Thantos looked sharply at the creature, “The Mistress of the Abyss controls your soul after death so if you don’t want to spend an eternity in the deathlands than you should shut your fat little mouth.”
The creature laughed as did the two dozen others gathered around Thantos, the biggest made a sort of grunt sound and moved a step closer to the ghoul who licked his lips nervously and put up his hands in a defensive position. “Now, now, my darkling friends,” he said and backed up a step or two, “there is no need for violence. We can work this out. The Lady of the Aybss, She of the All Power, wants the Staff of Sakatha, the degenerate dragon children know where it is, and you can help me get it. This can work to our mutual benefit.”
“We await your offer, oh mighty subordinate of She Who Rules for Now,” said the little darkling creature with a wicked smile.
“You dare insult the Mistress of the Aybss,” said Thantos with a snarl at the goblin and he seemed to forget the huge creature nearby who sidled ever closer, “she will have your eternal soul for such mockery.”
“Your threats do not bother me, ghoul,” said the creature and smiled once again. “You need our help and we are willing to give it… for the right price. The Lady of the Abyss is a woman with great power and wealth but also one of capricious whims. It is well known she does not always honor her bargains and I merely wish to assure myself that our pay will be commiserate with the danger our work.”
Thantos looked at the little darkling for a long moment, then to the larger creatures, and finally to the others that surrounded him, “She promises you each five slaves and one thousand black coins,” he spat out, “is that acceptable?”
“Living slaves or mindless skeletons?” said the darkling, a wicked grin on his face.
“My Lady of the Abyss has little power over fleshy creatures such as yourself,” said Thantos. “The slaves will be deathly creatures but capable of taking simple direction. Now, is this enough or not? I grow weary of this dank place.”
The little darkling looked around to his companions and they chittered in the strange language of their species for a moment but, eventually, the leader nodded his head, “That is acceptable, oh ghoulish freak. The reptiles are currently under observation by my people as they climb the slopes of the mountain. Once they delve we will be able to find them quickly enough. In the meantime why don’t you make yourself comfortable,” he said and pointed to a wooden chair in the corner. “We’ll be in contact as soon as something happens.” With that the creature smiled, bowed ever so slightly, and walked out of the room leaving the monstrous beast behind with three of the other small darklings.
He walked a few yards down a narrow passageway to a large stone door, went through it, and closed it behind him. The door opened into a longer corridor, which he followed for twenty or so paces past two doors on his left, and one on his right, and eventually arrived in a large cathedral cavern where hundreds of the small darklings went about their business as they cooked, cleaned, and sharpened their weapons. A dozen passages led off to the side of the large chamber and the creature took one of them, walked for another hundred paces, passing open corridors on each side, and eventually arrived at a thick stone door that he opened without hesitation.
Inside the room a large wooden desk sat in one corner near a shelf that contained numerous skulls of strange creatures and other bones. Standing near the the desk was a tenuous black shape that seemed to undulate smoothly back and forth.
“Tenebrous,” said the darkling with a smile and a deeper bow than he gave to Thantos. “I apologize for the delay. I was on state business when I heard of your arrival but I came as quickly as possible. What can I do for you?”
The black form oozed and seemed to bow, if that was possible, and the deep but hollow voice spoke, “Chieftain Ramkalla, I appreciate you taking up your valuable time to see me. I am here to keep tabs on my friend Thantos. I know you harbor no love for him and hoped that you might keep me apprised of his doings?”
“What does the Lady of the Abyss offer me for such services?” replied the little darkling creature as it took a seat behind the large desk and ran sharp fingernails over the surface which caused an odd little squeal to permeate the air. “My people do not do the bidding of the Mistress of Death for free,” he said.
The black cloud ebbed for a long moment before the voice that came from its interior suddenly sounded again. “I am currently working for myself, having had a falling out with She Who Rules Eternally,” it said both deeply and slowly. “This is my task and I will supply any and all payments.”
“What does a shadow have to tender,” said Ramkalla with a shrug of his shoulders. “You do not have any power in the Abyss other than to do your ladies’ bidding, you certainly have no power here in the darkling lands, and you have little, if anything, that I desire. So, Tenebrous, although we have worked together successfully in the past I do not see common ground for us today.”
Tenebrous oozed slowly over to the desk as long blackish tendrils floated out to either side, “I do not ask you to do anything other than keep me informed of his location,” said the thick voice. “In return I offer you the death of an enemy of your choice. I do not have wealth nor power, as you state, but I can still bring death, it is the one thing the Lady of the Abyss allows me to do.”
“An intriguing offer, Tenebrous, but what if I were to demand the death of an important being in the world, someone wnose power exceeds your own?” said the darkling leaning back in his chair and smiling broadly, his many sharp teeth exposed.
“The choice is yours to make although the likelihood of my success under such circumstances is relatively slim. Yet I will endeavor to carry it out if that is your request,” said Tenebrous his dark form flowing out and around the desk.
“That is a reasonable offer, Tenebrous,” said the Ramkalla with a shrug of his shoulders. “It makes sense for me to name only something you are capable of slaying and the service is relatively small. As you know, I never cared much for Thantos and that disgusting tongue of his. I agree to your terms but the question of whom you shall slay is open-ended. I can ask at any time in the future when, perhaps, your power has grown from its current state.”
Tenebrous drew up for a moment, his form coalescing into a vaguely humanoid shape with a head and arms but then relaxing back into its wavy blob shape, and the creature spoke again, “That is acceptable Chieftain Ramkalla.”
The chieftain smiled happily, “Then, you should know that your friend Thantos is not more than two hundred steps from this location. He awaits word of news from the surface dwellers and, when given that, plans an excursion into our territory. When that happens I will inform you of his further movements and keep you abreast during his stay in my territory. In the meantime, can I offer you anything? Food, drink, women, boys?”
“I have little need for such things,” said Tenebrous, “a simple chamber in which to meditate and perhaps receive visitors is sufficient.”
The little darkling nodded his head and smiled again to display his many teeth, “Very well, Tenebrous. One of my assistants will make sure your needs are accommodated. Now, if you don’t mind I’ve important tribal business to which to attend.”
Tenebrous slid out of the chamber and under the door, his smoky form capable of movement through apparently even the smallest opening. Ramkalla watched for a moment, shook his head, and then snapped his finger; within a few seconds another little darkling of the same species entered the room from a small side door cleverly built into the chamber to look like nothing more than the cave wall.
“Yes, chieftain?” he said and bowed deeply.
“See that Tenebrous is given a room in which to mediate, it need not contain any amenities,” he said with barely a look up from his desk where some thick papers awaited his attention. “Inform me as soon as the reptiles head underground.”
He servant bowed deeply again, “Sire?”
“If you have important news then say it,” said the chieftain with a shake of his head. “You don’t have to ask for permission.”
“Yes, great chieftain,” said the underling with another deep bow. “It does not come under your direct orders but there are some freeriders who follow the lizards in the mountains.”
Ramkalla looked up sharply, “Freeriders you say?” he said. “That is most unpleasant news. That first batch of them killed my best warriors.”
“Yes, master,” said the simpering subordinate.
“How many of them and do they appear powerful?” went on the chieftain and looked at his hireling with steady black eyes as he fingered the little knife at his side.
“Four master, and Unglata reports that he thought one was the leader of them, the First Rider,” said the creature and took a step back and his eyes wide.
“What!” shouted Ramkalla. “Why was I not informed of this immediately. The First Rider in the mountains? There is more to this than I realized. First Thantos shows up wanting to track a group of reptiles in the mountains, then that devious Tenebrous wants to keep track of Thantos, and now the leader of the freeriders tracks the creatures as well. Why was I not informed immediately?”
The little darkling fell to his knees and raised his hands to the prayer position, “Oh great chieftain, mighty leader of the Skullbone Tribe, our scouts only just found out about this and we reported it as quickly as possible.”
“Lies!” shouted the leader of the darklings. “My orders didn’t cover these circumstances and you assumed they were outside the scope of this operation. Don’t deny it!”
“My master, forgive me,” pleaded the little darkling creature his head bowed, “I came to you as soon as I knew but our scouts did not report it to me immediately.”
“Then you are to blame for not giving them correct orders,” said Ramkalla. “Leave me alone to think for a moment.”
“Yes, master,” said the poor little servant, his legs shaking so badly he had to put his hand on the large desk to pull himself to his feet. “I await further commands,” he said stumbling out of the room, his already ashen face almost ghostly white and his hands trembling.
“I should have held out for a higher price,” said the chieftain to himself as he looked up at the stone ceiling where little sparkly minerals glinted back at him. “I should have guessed as soon as Tenebrous showed up that this was more than a simple job for the Mistress of the Abyss. I’ve been a fool again! A fool.” He snapped his fingers once more and immediately the aide reappeared from the hidden door.
“Summon the war master and my wizard,” ordered Chief Ramkalla without a glance up from the papers he now held in his hand. “Immediately with no delay. If you can manage this, I might let you live.”
“Oh, thank you master,” said the creature and bowed down so far his head touched the floor and his voice rose a couple of octaves. “I won’t let you down, chieftain, you can count on me.”
“Stop yammering and start following my orders!” shouted Ramkalla and suddenly looked up with fire in his eyes. “There is no time for this sort of simpering. You need to follow my orders quickly, immediately, and without question from here on out. The fate of our tribe rests in you doing this, do you understand?”
“Yes, master,” said the servant who bobbed his head up and down quickly. “I understand.”
“Then go right now and bring me the war master,” said Ramkalla as he stood up suddenly from behind his desk and walked to the other side of the room. Here he paused for a long moment, wheeled around, and then marched to the other side of the chamber, a process which continued for quite some time.
That is how the wizard and warlord of the tribe found him fifteen minutes later when they arrived in the chamber. The warlord was a tall creature with mottled white and black fur that looked vaguely like an upright hyena while the wizard was of the same species as the chieftain although somewhat taller, thinner, and with a strange bluish tint to his skin. Both men waited as the chieftain paced up and down in the chamber as they awaited his orders.
“Melwani, Samprokus,” he finally said as he came to a halt. “When the damned white dragon, the dragon child, and my brother interrogated those freeriders we captured did either of you overhear what they said.
Both men shook their heads but it was the warrior, Samprokus who spoke up, “Your brother did not allow us access, chieftain,” he said.
“I’m well aware of what my brother did and did not allow,” said Ramkalla, “What I asked was if either of you two showed any initiative and tried to find out the results of their conversation.”
The two looked at each for a moment and then the warrior spoke again, “I was unable to learn anything, chieftain. The white dragon did not want us involved and those creatures have superior hearing and sight as you well know. We did not want to risk being found out.”
“Likely enough you didn’t even try,” said Ramkalla with a dismissive wave of his hand, “but that is not of any importance whatsoever. Those damned freeriders are up in the mountains again and this time following reptiles. My brother was up to something and now that despicable Thantos is involved and so is Tenebrous. We must find out what this Staff of Sakatha can do that it is so important.”
“The Staff of Sakatha,” blurted out Melwani suddenly.
“Yes, you know of it?” said Ramkalla and suddenly turned on his wizard. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“This is the first I heard of it,” said the wizard with a bow. “It is a relic of the Old Empire and belongs to one of the great lords, Sakatha.”
“The Old Empire,” said the chieftain suddenly and smacked his fist into his palm. “That lying piece of undead waste. He said it was a fight between the Mistress of the Abyss and her sister. What does this staff do exactly?” he said to the wizard and moved over to stand directly in front of the man.
Melwani looked to the warrior, then back to Ramkalla, and managed to somehow keep from a shrug “It’s not easy to say exactly, chieftain.”
“Then say inexactly,” said Ramkalla just as the first little servant came into the room, a look of pained fear on his face. “What do you want?”
“The reptile men,” said the cringing little darkling as he tried to look anywhere in the room except at one of its occupants.
“What about them?” said the chieftain his eyes wide with fury, “why is getting a simple report from you so difficult?”
“I don’t…,” started the darkling but then, catching glimpse of the storm clouds that gathered in the eyes of the chieftain, switched in midsentence, “they came below ground just a few minutes ago but in the old mine shafts,” he finally said with a blurt.
“The old shafts,” said the chieftain his face scrunched up so much that his wrinkles appeared to multiply many times. “There’s nothing down there at all.”
There was silence in the room for a moment.
“Shall I tell Thantos?” said the servant as it cringed.
“Damn,” said the chieftain as looked up at the ceiling of the chamber. “It all has to happen at the same time, doesn’t it?”
No one said anything.
“Fine, tell Thantos and have a dozen or so men take him to the old mines,” said Ramkall with a long sigh. “Wizard, tell me everything you know about the staff.”
“It belonged to a great leader of the dragon children long ago, a creature named Sakatha. He worked with His August Magesty, the Great Emperor himself and rode a terrible dragon whose very pores exuded a toxic gas so poisonous that only the holder of the staff could ride the beast,” said the wizard.
“What else,” said Ramkall tapping on his large desk with rapidly moving fingers.
Just at that moment the cringing figure re-appeared, a look of abject misery on his face, “Master,” he said and dropped to his knees and placed his forehead on the ground. “I informed the ghoul and he goes to the old mines. I wonder if I should now inform Tenebrous of this?” he said as he pathetically wrung his hands together, his face still down on the floor.
“By the Dark Demon Lords I cannot take any more of this,” said the chieftain and slammed his fist into the table.
The little servant made a weak little grunt of a sound and kept his head glued to the floor.
“Yes, of course, tell Tenebrous, let’s get as my people involved in this thing as possible,” he stated and the creature on the floor immediately began to crawl backward and toward the door.
“The staff, damn you Melwani,” said the chieftain and turned back to the wizard as he moved to within a few inches of his face. “I don’t care about the history, I don’t care about Sakatha or this dragon; what powers does the staff have and why would the reptiles want it, why does Thantos want it, what does Tenebrous want, and what in the Nine Hells can the freeriders want with it?”
“It is a sovereign remedy against poison, I suspect,” said the wizard with a shrug of his shoulders. “It might have some power over dragons.”
“These are not facts but speculations,” said the chieftain as he spun around. “It’s pointless. We cannot betray or support one cause without risking the wrath of the others. Can we use the thing ourselves? No, that is insanity. There is no solution.”
“Yes, it is speculation merely, great chieftain,” said Melwani with a shrug. “These relics of the Old Empire are thousands of years old and their exact powers are unknown. If it is, indeed, even the real staff.”
“Get out, all of you get out!” screamed the chieftain and suddenly put his hands to his head. “I must make a decision and I can’t think with all of you talking so. Get out of my sight now!”
The two remaining darklings immediately left the chieftain on his own, and he paced back and forth along his room for several minutes as his hands waved and little disjointed statements came out of his mouth. The two stood in the antechamber and looked at each other until little servant returned. They said nothing and waited in silence as an occasional outburst came from the room. At one point a tall darkling with a thick wool cloak and leather leggings entered the waiting room, went into the corner with the servant for a moment, and spoke for a short period of time. The little servant’s face became a mask of terror as the conversation progressed and he looked at the wizard and the warrior for a moment and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
“Out with it,” said the wizard.
“Our scouts report on the movement of the lizards, Thantos, Tenebrous, and the freeriders,” he said as tears began to form in his eyes.
“Oh the sake of the Black Lord, spit it out you coward and I’ll tell Ramkall,” said the warrior, grabbed the poor creature by the collar, and lifted him into the air.
“They have found a secret chamber unknown to our miners,” said the pitiful creature as it clutched at the warrior with weak fingers.
“We’ve mined these mountains for a thousand years,” said the warrior suddenly dropping the little servant, who fell to the ground with a thump and gave out as squeal as his knee twisted under him. “A secret chamber? How is this possible?”
The wizard strode immediately to the door and opened it with a burst, “Chieftain, a crisis approaches, and you must make a decision!”
“A crisis, you tell me a crisis, as if I didn’t know that. I must choose between the Lady of the Abyss, Tenebrous, the reptiles, and my own tribe,” he shouted. “Do you think I’m in here twiddling my thumbs and calling for girls?”
“They have uncovered a secret chamber hidden all these years,” said Melwani as he looked hard at his leader. “They are guided somehow into areas hidden by great magic. We must decide whether to unleash our warriors on all of them, or to back one side or the other. The time of decision is now, chieftain. You cannot dawdle in your thoughts any longer.”
Ramkall suddenly stopped and glared at the wizard, “Of course you are right. Thantos works for the Lady of the Abyss and her power is greatest. The children of dragon are far away and can largely do nothing. The freeriders are dangerous on the plains yes, but they cannot hurt us in the mountains or below the ground, at least not severely. We must back the Mistress of the Abyss.”
“And Tenebrous,” said Melwani in a quiet voice.
“That creature is doomed,” said the chieftain with a dismissive wave of his hand. “He thinks to betray the Great Lady of Death. He will undoubtedly return to the Deathlands once again to see if he can find his way out. His power is not for us to worry about. Samprokus,” he shouted suddenly and walked to the door, “gather your warriors, we will attack the reptile men and the freeriders and disperse them to clear the way for Thantos.”
“And Tenebrous,” repeated the wizard.
“Let him fend for himself,” said the chieftain with a smile. “This is about the survival of my people and he can ooze into the wastes as far as I care.” Ramkall turned to the warlord and looked him steadily in the eye, “You heard my orders and will carry them out?”
Samprokus nodded his head, “I will gather the warriors for the attack.”