Shadowrun - Earthdawn - Lliferock (24 page)

Sarbeneck sighed, pulling his attention away from the smelting to look at the messenger. “Pontin Nemish?” It had only been a week since his last visit.

“Yes, I think so, sir.”

“All right,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

The messenger nodded and turned away.

Sarbeneck stood up from the wooden stool, feeling only the slightest residual pain from the burns on his skin. He had healed well and was almost moving around normally now. The smelting tent was hot from the elemental fire crucibles, and Sarbeneck had been sweating as he watched the orichalcum ore melted by the magic fire.

The crucibles were large, about the size of a windling, each with two chambers. The bottom chamber held elemental fire in a tight package. The orichalcum-laden ore went in the top and was sealed inside the chamber with an enchanted net which allowed the impurities to burn off. The process was 193

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slow and extremely dangerous, but orichalcum was the most valuable material in existence.

A perfect blend of true elements, the metal could be used to amplify and focus the manipulation of mana in countless ways. Even trace amounts of orichalcum was valuable, if not necessary, for the efficient production of so many things, from giant air ships to grimoires. Sarbeneck had never seen such richly infused ore, especially in these quantities. So he had set his team to keep five crucibles fired up, trying to purify as much of the precious metal as they could for this stupid decorated cavern Pontin had him building.

If that ostentatious sniveler is here to change plans once more, Sarbeneck thought, I will string him from high branches.

He grabbed his scarlet rain cloak from its peg near the tent’s entrance and stepped out into the humid afternoon before wrapping the cloak around him. An oppressive blanket of gray clouds threatened rain, but so far no drops had fallen.

Sarbeneck saw Pontin standing next to the green tent with his two bodyguards. “Ah, Pontin,” Sarbeneck said, walking across the narrow space between the tents. “To what do I owe the honor of this visit?”

Pontin smiled under his thick growth of perfectly coifed beard. His whining voice grated on Sarbeneck as he spoke.

“Greetings, good sir,” he said. “We come to look at the progress you’ve made on the temple chamber.” Pontin wore a white rabbit skin cloak, gaudy and extremely expensive. Thick, gold bracelets rattled on his wrists, matching his new loop earrings.

“It’s not finished yet,” Sarbeneck said.

“Oh,” Pontin said, waving his hand. “That’s okay; we just want to see how it’s going so far.”

“You’re the boss,” he said.

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ened and paved with flat stones so that the rock-hauling carts rolled smoothly on their wooden wheels. At the camp perimeter, three ork guards joined Sarbeneck and the others to accompany them along the trail.

Gingreth had set up a rigorous defensive plan to protect Sarbeneck and the encampment from further attacks. But there had been no combat since the first attack, and the orks were antsy for battle. The orks all wanted to guard Sarbeneck, because they figured if any fighting happened, he would be a prime target. The chance for combat was greater if they were near him.

More orks guarded the entrance to the tunnel, giving Sarbeneck and Pontin fang-filled grins as they passed into the cave. The rough rock of the entrance had been cut smooth so that the opening was now almost perfectly circular, except for the floor which flattened into a walkable corridor about six feet across.

White light crystals had been set into the walls at regular intervals so that torches were not needed, and hairline threads of orichalcum graced the walls and ceiling. The threads were spaced about three feet apart, traveling from the entrance along the length of the tunnel in a slow spiral.

It pained Sarbeneck to see the orichalcum wasted like this.

What inane purpose could any of this serve?

Pontin and the other two dwarfs glanced about themselves with awe in their eyes. “This is great, is it not?” Pontin said.

“Very nice,” said one of the bodyguards — a tall, muscular boy in intricate chain mail, bearing a heavy sword.

“Adequate,” said the other. He was older, with graying hair, yet just as tall and muscular with the same silver chain mail.

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through the tunnel, increasing in volume as Sarbeneck and the others walked. After a few minutes, they approached a group of dwarfs laying the orichalcum spirals. “Wintell,” Sarbeneck said, addressing his foreman — a black-bearded youth with dusty green eyes. “Take a break for a few minutes.”

Wintell nodded in the dim light. “All right, you slugs, relax for a few.”

The hammering stopped and the workers moved aside to let Sarbeneck and Pontin pass by.

The tunnel floor grew rough and pitted with holes as they approached the end. And the air became thick with the acid stench of the Nuinouri. But Pontin insisted upon seeing the whole thing. The tunnel widened at the end into a roughed-out version of the chamber which had been diagrammed on the plans Pontin had given to Sarbeneck.

Nancri stood in the halo of a crystal lantern set on the floor, her black and brown robes clasped at her shoulder by the bird claw brooch. An elemental hunched next to her, firm grasp on a squirming Nuinouri, pressing it against the rock.

Sarbeneck had put Nancri in charge of cutting this last bit because she held the most control over the elementals and the Horror spawn rock eaters. Sarbeneck didn’t like mistakes, and Nancri rarely made them.

Through the settling dust, he saw that the chamber was nearly done. “Take a break, Nancri,” he said, removing a scarf from his waistcoat pocket and putting it over his nose to filter the dust.

She spoke some words in a foreign language, causing the Nuinouri to go limp. More words made the elemental relax into a sitting position.

I do so love this woman’s power, Sarbeneck thought. He’d become more attracted to her ever since she’d saved him from burning to death during the attack. They had dined together on several occasions which Sarbeneck had found much more This Book Belongs to: Andrew Tobin (black _ [email protected]) Liferock 

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enjoyable than his meals with Gingreth. Besides being more attractive, Nancri knew proper table etiquette; unlike the ork beastmaster she never drooled and hardly ever ate with her hands.

Nancri came over to Sarbeneck’s side as Pontin and the other dwarfs examined the cavern. The two bodyguards stretched a length of twine across the diameter of the chamber, measuring it. They spoke in hushed tones to each other while Pontin pulled out a scroll which appeared to be a copy of the plans he had given to Sarbeneck.

“What is going on?” Nancri asked.

“Pre-inspection I guess,” Sarbeneck said. “Or something like that.” He put his arm around Nancri. “Dinner tonight?”

She laughed. “And what if I refuse?”

“I’ll fire you.”

“You can’t fire me,” she said. “I’m too valuable.”

“I know.” He smiled at her. “You’re the best I’ve got. Please see me tonight?”

“Oh, I guess.” She laughed.

Pontin approached with bodyguards in tow. “This is looking good,” he said. “Do you actually think you can finish in the next couple of days?”

“It’ll be pushing it,” Sarbeneck said. “I’d rather have a week.”

“Hmm, maybe a week will be okay.”

The elder bodyguard broke in. “Excuse me, sir. I don’t mean to interrupt, but didn’t your employer insist it be completed by the predetermined time?”

A look of dismay flickered across Pontin’s face. Then it was gone, replaced by a smile. “That is true. I’m sorry, Sarbeneck, I must ask you to get it done in two days. Otherwise I will have to withdraw my offer of the bonus.”

Sarbeneck scowled. Raggok spawn, may boils infest your private areas. “I’ll get it done,” he said.

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A condescending smile formed on Pontin’s face. “Of course you will, Sarbeneck. I have full confidence in you.” Then he turned to the his bodyguards. “We’ve seen enough, haven’t we?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

“Good, then we can go.” They started back down the tunnel towards the entrance. “Sarbeneck, are you coming?”

“Yes.”

“Sarbeneck,” Nancri said. “If you have a minute right now, we could discuss the final rock cuts you wanted. I’d like to double check the dimensions of the chamber.”

“Of course,” Sarbeneck said, then he called ahead to Pontin. “I’m sorry, but I need to give Nancri some last minute instructions. Can you find your way out?”

There was a short silence. Then, “Certainly. Thank you for the gracious tour, my friend. We will return in two days.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Sarbeneck said. You miserable rat. He turned to Nancri, seeing a look of contemplation and concern on her face. “What is it?”

She waited until Pontin and his bodyguards were well out of earshot. Then she inclined her head toward their retreated figures. “How much do you know about our good benefac-tors?”

“Not much. Why?”

“Because I sensed some powerful illusion magic around them. Pontin is an adept, I think, but the other two . . .”

Sarbeneck looked sidelong at her. “What?”

“I don’t trust them,” she said. “They’re more than they seem.”

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The Sangolin obsidimen surrounded Pabl, moving between him and his companions. They grabbed him with strong hands, rough fingers pressing into his muscles, and lifted him to his feet. They escorted him down the trail that was cut into the side of the mountain, and into the hollow where more obsidimen watched. They were taking him to Sangolin.

“We’re right behind you,” Jan called.

The group of obsidimen paid no attention to Jan and Celagri, treating them as if they were less than an annoyance — as if they weren’t there at all.

Jan tried several times to get past the tight circle around Pabl until one of the obsidimen threw Jan back with a casual swing of his arm. The back of his hand caught the dwarf in the chest and sent him flying. Jan landed hard on the rocky trail, nearly slipping off to side and down the steep slope.

“Are you all right, Jan?” Pabl asked.

“Yes,” Jan called. “Just more bruises to add to the ones you gave me.”

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cue.” Pabl had no idea what he would do or when, but he didn’t want Jan to get killed. “If we get completely separated, I will meet you at the base of the trail.”

“Whatever you say.”

The obsidimen escorted Pabl down to the level floor of the hollow. A drift of hot steam had engulfed the hollow, and it brought the stench of the swamps with it. Pabl smelled rotting plant matter and stewing animal waste, enough to bring bile up into his throat. Pabl swallowed as the steam shrouded them, coating him with condensation.

Pabl had the eerie feeling of a recurring dream as he approached Sangolin. It’s real this time, he thought. Or is it?

Out of the white steam came the shadowy outlines of the fallen boulders which made up the avalanche he had seen from above. Pabl considered trying to break free in the mist, but his escorts held him securely, tight grip on his arms, the constant pressure of hands against his back. Then suddenly, the group of obsidimen released him. They stopped, leaving him at the entrance to the tunnel which led to Sangolin’s cavern.

As they let go of him, Pabl lost his balance and staggered, nearly falling to his knees. The air inside the cave was cooler and a little easier to breathe. Sangolin called to him; he heard it like a whisper. A low rasping sound that urged him to walk down the tunnel.

He took a step. Then another, moving out of the bright steam into the darkness of the cavern. Pinpoints of white glit-tered in the dark, where light crystals shone like stars. The tunnel gave way to an open space — a black cavern filled with the echo of dripping water and the bass hum that came from the rocky surface ahead.

Pabl felt a slight breeze against his face as he took step after inching step. His eyes began to adjust and he saw Sangolin before him, its skin a lumpy gray mass. Pabl’s heart thumped, This Book Belongs to: Andrew Tobin (black _ [email protected]) Liferock 

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blood pounding. His breath quickened, and a hot, tingling burn traveled like fire across the surface of his skin. He was almost past the point of resistance, and he knew he should turn and run. Now, before it’s too late, he thought.

But even as the thought flickered through his mind, his feet kept moving forward. He couldn’t stop. He wanted to merge with Sangolin; it would feel so good. He knew that immersion inside Sangolin would give him a depth of satisfaction which he’d never before experienced — a sense of connection which even his liferock couldn’t match.

My liferock?

Pabl stopped walking. How could anything match my liferock? It is my spirit guide and memory. It is my link to my brotherhood. My anchor to myself.

He stood in front of Sangolin, its lumpy gray flesh stretching back into the darkness like a poorly formed ball of clay. He held his back rigid; he shouldn’t touch it.

“Yes, Pabl,” he heard in his mind. “Touch me and know the ecstasy you have been dreaming about.”

His hands reached out, almost involuntarily. He wanted to know the sweetness of the rush. His skin burned with a million pinpricks as his fingers hesitated over the stone.