Threadbare

Interlude - Vae Victus 2

Number seventeen. Melos smiled, as he handed the orange crystal over. We had to run down to Caneland for this one, so I hope you appreciate it. It was a swamp dungeon, with gribbits everywhere. You would not believe how many of us saw the inside of giant froggy stomachs.

That? Grissle said, taking the core with a rictus grin, that is why I dont mind retiring from the field so much.

So what now?

Now? Grissle looked toward the throne, powered down, and looming, all angles and runes and spiraling copper tubes. At the pillars, each of which bore a gem at their peak. Nothing. Its the middle of the night and Brins asleep. It takes a lot to make seventeen Pygmalion copies, as it turns out. A lot of materials, a lot of crafting, some of which has to be done the old fashioned way.

Ouch. Melos frowned. I cant imagine the patience that would take.

Which is why its good shes a dwarf. Theyre not as bad as elves, but theyd rather spend a few years working on something rather than admit it has some minor flaws. Grissle glanced toward the throne. Unlike me. The old wizards face grew pensive.

What is it?

No Im sure itll be fine. Nothing. Grissle shook his head.

Melos put his arm around his oldest friend, the man whod given him a chance, whod looked past the cultist to see the hero within. Gris, talk to me here. Were dealing with forces that daemons tread cautiously around. And youre dying, youve been busy, and under a lot of stress. Talk to me, here.

Grissle sighed, and sat in the throne, staring down at his slippered feet. There are some issues with feedback. Theres been a side effect to nesting the dungeons it puts pressure on the central dungeon masters column. Ive been able to rig an emergency shunt to the throne, but I cant cancel the bleed-out entirely.

Pressure. What kind of pressure?

Mental pressure. It Grissle mopped his face. The man was sweating far more than normal, his voice dull. All pillars do it, they fray at the sanity of those within it. But in most, as far as I can tell, its gradual. When youre nesting seventeen dungeons at once? It goes quickly.

Melos rubbed his beard. Mana potions?

Good when Im on the throne. Non-functional in the main pillars. You dont regain any pooled energy in there, not sanity, not moxie, not anything. Drinking doesnt work. Sleeping does, a bit, but its deuced uncomfortable.

Youve been trying this on yourself.

And who else could I ask? Grissle raised his hands. King Grundis found out that the Delvers are messing around with dungeon cores, and taken it hard. If a dwarf dies here, itll be the end of the Delver society.

Wait. Dies? Melos said, crossing to the throne, and leaning on it, scrutinizing the old wizard closely.

Small chance. Grissle licked his lips. But there.

Youre experimenting on yourself, with something that could kill a DWARF.

Grissle sighed. They dont have my contingency plan.

Gris

I know. I know I said I was done with necromancy. But

You know how the King is going to take this.

The King doesnt know. Nor will he, unless the worst happens, in which case I fix it, and go to my eternal rest. Grissle stared up at him, with watery, desperate eyes. Unless you tell him.

Melos closed his eyes.

A breath. Two. Three. Youre bound and determined on this.

This is only the first iteration. Every day, Im learning what I did wrong with this control throne. Every day Im another step to understanding. Understanding why.

There were four tier one jobs that granted access to a form of the experimentation skill, at twenty-fifth level. Grissle had all four, had ground them obsessively, seeking answers. Answers for the changeover. Answers for why the cure disease spell had been stripped from every cleric in the land, well before his own illness surfaced.

Some people had determination. Grissle was determination.

Youve unlocked that job, havent you, Melos opened his eyes, staring into Grissles brown, tired orbs. The thing you said you gave up searching for, years ago.

I have, Grissle whispered. And the fact Im here, in the pain I am, proves that I wont take it unless Cylvania itself is on the line.

Ive fought enough undead, destroyed enough undead, to know that it changes even the strongest Melos looked away. Itll change you. You I trust you. I dont trust what you might make of yourself.

Melos. I gave you a chance. A chance for redemption.

No. No, that was different.

I didnt tell them about the children.

Melos inhaled.

So its like that, is it? He said, as the old shame came back to haunt him.

No. It doesnt have to be.

They Melos shut his eyes. It was the final test of loyalty. They would have killed me if I refused.

And so you cast three innocent babes into Crons flames.

I avenged them! Melos roared, stomping away and clenching a fist. When I saw the truth I went back and slaughtered every last one of those evil shits!

And yet one of the guilty remains.

Melos punched the stone wall. Punched it again, felt his gauntlet flex and dent. Punched it a third time, felt his fingers nova into pain, and then the tears were coming now, tears of shame. Tears of weakness.

I will spend the rest of my life atoning for what Ive done. Melos said. I have. Ive restricted theres entire skills Ive given up, things I dont use, will never use again. And youve trusted me to do that.

Yes. And I still do. Grissle said. All Im asking is for the sort of trust Ive given you, over a thing I havent even done yet. A thing that pales by comparison, to be honest.

Melos clenched his eyes shut, willed the weakness out of his voice. There was still a quaver. And if I dont youll tell them. Tell my wife.

No.

No? He turned, shocked, eyes red and warm and still blurry.

No. If you tell them what I plan, Ill say nothing on the matter. But he turned his head, looked around at the room. But there is no contingency plan, if I die with this uncompleted. Amelia cant match me. Rezzak was never arcanely-inclined. The Dwarves wont touch the plan, not with their King agitating against it. Who else could we trust? The old necromancer said to the ex-cultist. Who could we trust with this responsibility?

Its power, Melos agreed, peeling his gauntlet off with a hiss of pain, and mopping his face with his throbbing hand. And I know what power does. Just he sighed, feeling the fire drain from him, feeling old. Promise me you wont get dumb over this.

I wont. Didnt get this far by being stupid. Grissle looked around. This really is my legacy, he said, gesturing at the cluttered workshop, and the apparatus hed spent months building, perfecting, while the Seven hunted down cores to finish it. I dont want it tarnished by my weakness.

Youre not weak, Melos said, smiling, though his eyes were still hot and his head throbbed. Youre the second strongest person I know.

Amelias the first, Ill wager? Grissle smiled.

Youd win that bet, if I was stupid enough to make it

*****

Cecelia cooed in his arms, and he rocked her as best he could with his armor in the way. Hed had special, non-spiky pauldrons made for expressly this purpose. The effect diminished the overall look hed gone for, but well, somehow, scaring people just wasnt as fulfilling as it had been, before hed become a father.

Besides, he could still use his Demon Knight skills to help with intimidation when the need arose. The job was all about fear, fear didnt have to dominate his life when he was off the clock, so to speak.

A noise at his back made him tense, and he shifted in the creaking wooden chair-

-but it was just a black kitten, creeping up onto the table, all pudgy belly and curious little face. It stared at the little girl, then Melos met its gaze. Little yellow eyes widened, and the cat was gone, disappearing so quickly that Melos almost doubted it was there in the first place. Up until he saw a quivering black tail behind one of the mantle plates.

Oh come on, I wasnt even trying. Melos complained.

Which spooked the cat, and sent the plate crashing to the floor as it fled the room entirely.

Cecelia wailed, spooked by the sound.

Is everything all right? Amelia called, from upstairs.

Its fine, Melos said. Fine, just fine. He rocked Cecelia until her sobs subsided, then made his way to the shards of the plate. Mend, he whispered, and picked up the reconstructed dish.

When he looked up, Caradon was glaring down from the balcony at the top of the staircase.

Your cat got a little clumsy, Melos explained, putting the plate back on the mantle.

Only to have it slip through his gauntleted fingers, and hit the ground again. Cecelia wailed as it broke, and Melos felt his temper flare as the middle-aged man snorted in disgust.

My cat. Sure, Caradon said. You could use a few more animator levels, looks like. The dexterity would do you good.

True, Melos said, raising his voice over the wailing infant. Mend. The plate reassembled and he put it on the table this time. Although theyre good in other ways. Animus Blade has got some interesting synergies with my Hellswords-

I dont want to hear that filth.

The air fell silent between them, save for the frightened infants sobbing. Melos rocked her, shushing her, but his eyes never left his father-in-laws gaze.

Finally, Caradon turned away. Are you done yet, Amelia?

Almost! She called back. Her voice was very muffled. This house had thick walls, and for once, Melos was thankful for it. Around her, both he and Caradon pretended to be on polite terms. It was an unspoken agreement, really.

Caradon finally shook his head and pointed at the bassinet to the side of the fireplace. He breathed hard, sighing with Cecelia as she finally subsided, and deposited his daughter into the baby bed, smoothing her frizzy little fringe of hair with one hand, all under Caradons stare.

A stare that finally turned, as his daughter hugged Caradon from behind, and kissed him goodbye.

Melos held the door for Amelia when she bustled downstairs, and ordered Emmet to follow.

Remind me why were here and not at the pass again? Melos asked his wife.

Besides a chance for Grandfather to meet Cecelia? And Grissle needing us to check his calculations? She grinned. Its a chance to go hiking. There are some awesome views along here, and I want to show them to you.

Did I mention that Im more of a city guy? Im really more of a city guy. Weve got some awesome views back at home. Outside our window and all. Really, they could have sent Jane.

Janes got her own hands full in the North. With whatever the Earl of Balmoran has her doing.

Is that where she is?

Oh yeah.

She say anything about what was going on up there?

Amelia snorted.

Right, right, dumb question.

She led him through the hills, up a small mountain, and into a shielded valley. It was good for his agility, at least. You know, Jane could have totally done this with one of her ninja run thingies or whatever its called, he griped to Amelia. Just stuck her arms out to the back of her, and charged headfirst through the thickest forests here, never eating a tree branch once.

Youre the one who insisted on wearing armor. Dont you have Always in Uniform?

Well yes, but Demonplate doesnt work with simple clothes.

Probably good. Theres no way Im letting demons get into your pants. Youre past those days, Amelia smirked.

Har har de fucking har. Please tell me were there.

About. She stopped, stared up at a high mountain slope. Now we wait.

Howd you find this spot, anyway?

One of Dads friends used to take me all up and down through these woods. Tried to convince me I needed to be a scout. Good guy, but obsessed with the outdoors. All the time.

Ah. So you told him-

Same thing I told you, when you wanted to sleep with the window open a few months ago. Fuck winter. Winter is for curling up inside with books. She smiled, and leaned back against a tree. And warm husbands.

Cant object to that, he said, feeling himself stir as he looked at her, arms spread out, flush with life and heat from the walk.

She was beautiful.

How much time do we have, do you think? Melos said, bracing himself against the tree, looking down into her black eyes. She smiled, lips parting, as he moved in close, so close to her.

Mmm. I like the way you think-

The light shifted.

None, she said, looking sharp, and pushing herself away from the tree. And him. Its happening.

A flicker, then a CRACK, followed by a rolling rumble so loud that for a second Melos thought it was a storm. To the south the light above the mountains dimmed, then dimmed further. Is that it? He asked Amelia.

Appraise. She squinted up the peak. We need to get closer.

Is it safe?

She reached into a pocket, pulled out a mechanical bird. Animus. It wound within seconds, key turning in it, then it fluttered up into the sky. Dollseye, Amelia said. Then she nodded. Its there. Its huh. I think its stable.

So he succeeded!

Maybe. We need a closer look. Come on, itll only be up an hour.

Thats a pretty steep slope.

Yeah, wed probably better leave Emmet here. Agility isnt his forte.

I was more worried about me. Agility isnt mine.

Oh dont be a baby. Cmon. Animate your own armor if you get tired.

Fine, fine.

They made it in about fifteen minutes. It was a rough climb, but Melos had spent so long building his constitution that it scarcely mattered. Amelia actually had it rougher than he did, and though wisdom had never been a priority, he was wise enough to keep his mouth shut as he gave her a hand up the last few feet.

And there it was A rippling black curtain that filled the sky, filled the world, stretching up beyond sight, and to both sides. It was, simply, nothing.

Amelias animated bird sat on a boulder, observing it.

There wasnt much else up here, on this little plateau. A few trees, a few rocks, a small pond that wasnt much more than a collection of puddles with delusions of grandeur.

Well, its here. Melos scooped up a rock, hucked it in. It disappeared soundlessly.

Amelia scooped up the bird, hesitated. I dont want to lose it. Lets see She dug in her pack, pulled out a little black bear. Whoa no. No, you stay right here, Fluffly.

Fluffy?

One of my old toys. Dad wanted to give her back to me.

Fluffy.

Shut up! I was like two!

I wasnt laughing. Its cute.

Damn straight shes cute. Ah, here we go. Amelia pulled out a straw mannequin, tossed it to the ground. Animus. Dollseye. She blinked a few times. Always weird shifting sight from one to another. Okay, dolly. March! The little toy went in, and Melos watched it vanish just like the rock had.

Nothing. Nothing whoa, Amelia gasped. Numbers. Green numbers.

Above you?

No, Its like its in them, theyre all around. she shut up. The link is gone.

Melos looked at his party screen. Himself, Amelia, Emmet You invited the doll before you sent it in there, right?

Of course I did.

Got any more of those?

Nope, but those trees have deadwood and Ive got Carpenter. Give me a few.

Every experiment ended the same way. The animi went in, and the ones who didnt encounter the numbers managed to return intact. The ones who did, disappeared entirely.

Its almost like its moving, too. The numbers arent always in the same place. And with no frame of reference, its hard as hell to avoid running into them. Amelia shook her head. Once you do youve got like a split second to back off, but if you get in among them youre gone. Thats what it looks like to me, anyway. You want to give it a whirl?

I dont have Dollseye yet. Itd be pointless.

Oh, right, right, we can work on that.

Should we head back?

Mmm. Amelia debated, then shook her head. Its only got about twenty minutes left. Lets wait to see what things look like when it goes down.

But it didnt go down. Not twenty minutes later, not an hour later, and not two hours later.

Somethings wrong, Amelia said.

We need to get back to the Castle, Melos said, feeling a premonition stir in the back of his mind. And we need to go prepared for trouble.

She bit her lips. Cecelia

We can leave her with your Grandfather.

No. This is too close to the whatever that is. If it shifts a few miles, it could take them. Her face set into hard lines. Well teleport to the townhouse. Drop Cecelia with Betsy, then go to the castle on foot. And hope that the others did the same

*****

Chaos reigned.

The city rotted, as dead things stalked the night, mist filled its streets, and sane people hid indoors to try and survive the nightmare.

And Melos and Amelia carved a path through it, braving the choking fog that filled the air, battering through the glazed-eyed zombie dwarves that filled the street, all wearing miniskirts and looking fabulous. Even while they were hunched around the bodies of the fallen, eating their brains, they somehow managed to do it with dignity and poise.

They were too late to save the people whod died at the city gate, or in the market, or in the thoroughfare leading up to the castle, without seeing a single living soul.

But when Melos hammered his gauntlet against the siege door, his heart lifted when it opened, revealing a ring of pale palace guards and a familiar figure. Rezzak!

This is the gladdest Ive ever been to see you, the Invoker said, hands full with a mug of something bubbly. Everythings fucked.

Can you be more concise? Amelia entered, collecting her daggers from the air, as the guards slammed the door behind her and barred it.

I cant. He can, Rezzak pointed to a shivering dwarf, in a torn blue robe.

Youre Melos squinted. Hed forgotten the dwarfs name.

Ragnor. Sir. The dwarf stared past him, unseeing. Melos knew that look.

Its all right, youre safe, Melos lied, kneeling down to look the little guy in the eyes. Tell us what happened.

I it Grissle, sir. We fired up the Throne, the dungeons integrated fine, then Brin collapsed. Grissle yelled at me to get her clear, and I did, then he shifted the column control to the main runic integration console, and, and, and

He collapsed too, Melos said.

Yes. But he, he got he

He stood back up. Melos said. But it wasnt him anymore, was it?

At first I thought it was all right, Ragnor babbled. I thought ah, hes got this. And he did. He sat back down in the chair, and remodulated the arrays until they balanced. But he left them on. He just sat there, blue light glowing out his eyes, in the throne, looking at everything.

What did you do then?

I tried to pull Brin toward the entrance. Get her some help, once I was sure things were stable. And he said no. I asked him why the hell not? He said he didnt want any interruptions until his research was done.

Damn it all. Melos closed his eyes. I warned him.

I kept on dragging her, and he looked at me, and I thought he was blinking until the smoke goes up, and no, its his eyes. His eyes are bubbling out of his head. Bubbling away until the only thing left there is the light, that blue light

Oh gods, Amelia whispered. Blue eyes. Hot blue eyes.

The eyes of a lich, Melos said.

I asked him when his research would be done, Ragnor whispered. He said, a few decades, maybe. I said no, Brin wouldnt survive that long, she needed help now, and he said that was easy to fix. Ragnor swallowed. He killed her. And told me to keep taking notes.

You ran, Melos said.

Im sorry.

No. You did the smart thing. Melos felt his guts clench. Rezzak? Where are the others?

Combing the city, getting everyone inside. Rezzak took a long swallow of wine. Im only back because my pools are down. Its all zombies out there. To us theyre nothing, but theres a lot of them.

He animated her and put her in a mob pillar, Melos shook his head. Just to buy himself time.

There are dozens dead because of this. Amelias face hardened. How could he do this?

Its not them he cares about. Its us. Melos took a breath. Hes a creature of pure logic and pure obsession now. I warned him. I feared this. But not enough. He reached back, felt the hilts of the blades on his back. We have to stop him. We have to make this right. And we have to save our kingdom, bring down this thing hes built without destroying it. Ragnor? Do you know how to do that?

No. Im sorry. No, I dont. I dont have the first clue how to undo this. The little wizards bearded face scrunched up into a mask of sorrow.

Amelia squatted down next to him. Will you come with us, then? Will you help fix this?

Ragnor shook. I cant. I cant go back there. Im no. Im sorry. Id be of no use to you.

But I will. The heroes looked up, as Ambersand entered through the castle door, axe bloody, shield battered, and armor gleaming in the light. Halls are clear. For now.

The guards around them relaxed. Thank you, sir. Well get out there and secure the way down! Their captain saluted, then got them moving.

Welcome, then. Lets go save the world, Melos offered a gauntlet, and with some hesitation, Ambersand stowed his axe and gave it a shake.

Just keep yer demons to yerself, lad. Im lawful.

I am too? Melos squinted.

Pfft. Yer alignment's chaotic if Ive ever seen it.

Okay. Melos had no clue what the old dwarf meant, but at least he wasnt giving him dirty looks every damned minute.

Ill call them in, Rezzak said. I hate this, but weve got no other choice-

Melos woke up.

Green light filled his vision, and he sobbed, as the chamber, his own personal hell, swam back into view. Grissles shattered husk on his broken throne, the shredded pipes leaking green zeroes and ones, and the columns, the columns full of burnt cores. Broken magic, broken artifacts, as broken as the numbers that swirled overhead, half of them vanishing or shattering when they hit the hole in the center, the hole that kept growing.

A mighty engine, a triumph, a proper wizards legacy all in ruins, and threatening to take everything he had left into the void, should Melos falter. Should he ever be weak.

Like he had just a bit ago.

Hed slept, even though he hadnt planned to. Melos pushed his mind into his dungeon masters projection-

-and found himself inches away from his High Knights pale, frightened face, as she scooted back in her chair, eyes wide with surprise and mouth open.

What did I do now? He pulled back from General Mastoya, and looked down at himself. Still armored. Still clad. Sword sheathed. He was in he was in the war room, he saw. The maps. He recognized the maps.

Sir? She whispered, and the uncertainty in her voice shook him. He needed her. Needed her trust. She was loyal, hed tested her so often, and she was one of the last balances against against Anise. Against his first mistake.

No, he thought, remembering the wails as the babes fell one by one into the fire, remembering how the children smelled as they cooked. Remembering how his cult leader had smiled. Not my first mistake. Not by a long shot.

Did you understand me? He said, gambling. Tell me what I just said to you. Hed done this in similar situations in the past, and it worked about half the time, usually.

Some color returned to Mastoyas face. Green, naturally. You ordered me to begin the assault, sir. Even though weve only got half the siege engines replaced and repaired. To kill them all. Down to the last dwarven child.

Then we understand each other, Melos said, turning his back and folding his hands behind him. He closed his eyes, as he let his face fall into a mask of sorrow. It hadnt been him. Hadnt been his orders.

Well. Maybe it wasnt too late. That was, of course, a test.

Sir?

If youd objected, I would have thought you too weak to handle the assault. I dont want every child dead. We dont make war on children.

No sir, something in her voice caught his attention, but he was too tired to focus on it, to catch the hints. No, this was going well enough, she could have her doubts.

Just win the war, so we can have our long-deserved peace, General. He said, smiling, turning to face her again. Thats all I ask.

The half-orcs face was unreadable, as she stood and saluted. Sir. Ill see to that immediately.

And then she was gone, gone to the Waymark Station, down to collect her waystone and return to the front. Melos sagged into the chair in the war room, and put his head in his hands.

We can do this. He told himself. Its not too late, He said. There is a way to fix everything. We just need to hang on a little longer.

They were very pretty lies.

Perhaps if he kept saying them, hed believe them.