Click here for a PDF download link. (https://www.mediafire.com/?fidn0j6f86wu8fv)updated to chapter 60.
Illustrations always welcome, if anyone feels particularly inclined. I'm not much of an artist myself.
If you have any suggestions, artwork, or directions you'd like me to take the plot, PM me.
Encouragement and constructive criticism are also welcome.
(I love getting feedback of any kind, provided it isn't "YOU SUCK" :P)
Full list of art:
This post; Vanya Carena in her skulker days; art by Splint
Book 1, Chapter 1; Talvi's Cavy Poster; art by myself
Book 1, Chapter 2; Talvi Diamondknight; art by Splint
Book 1, Chapter 3; Mr Frog's room; art by TalonisWolf
Book 1, Chapter 4; Vanya's bracelet; art by myself
Book 1, Chapter 5; Mr Frog; art by Mr Frog
Book 1, Chapter 6; A "tablet", or "PEA"; art by Splint
Book 1, Chapter 7; Three chainswords; art by myself
Book 1, Chapter 9; Colonel Fischer; art by Splint
Book 1, Chapter 10; A doodled page from Vanya's journals; art by myself
Book 1, Chapter 13; Hans, the miner; art by Splint
Book 1, Chapter 17; A Ballpoint mercenary; art by Splint
Book 1, Chapter 21; A gorlak (http://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/v0.31:Gorlak); art by Toady One and Threetoe, creators of Dwarf Fortress
Book 1, Chapter 22; The Frog tunnels; art by myself
Book 1, Chapter 26; Vanya in her Ballpoint armor; art by Splint
Book 2, Chapter 3; The cavern layer; art by myself
Book 2, Chapter 4; A scythod; art by myself
Book 2, Chapter 9; Lord Reudh; art by Splint
Book 2, Chapter 17; A megaportal; art by myself
Book 3, Chapter 2; A shuttlecar tube; art by myself
I love fan art, and will more than likely post yours if you draw it. If I don't post it at the front of a chapter, then I'll put it in this post. (Just a bit of shameless hinting.)
(https://i.imgur.com/sEGc46H.png)
Art by Splint
(Vanya's name is pronounced VON-yuh cuh-RAY-nuh)
A Skulker's Tale takes place in the Boatmurdered/Headshoots/Syrupleaf/Spearbreakers (http://goo.gl/LdZUR) universe.
All I ever do is run, leaving everything I know and love behind me.
In ancient times on the planet of Everoc, the demon Sankis created the Spawn of Holistic, a twisted mockery of dwarvenkind. Parasol, a multidimensional company, stimulated their progress until they became a dreaded scourge. Although unaware of Parasol's existence, the dwarves fought back, creating mighty fortresses to defend their borders from the deathless hordes.
From their fastness in the macabre blood plains, the Holistic Spawn spread the world over, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. In the meantime, an earth-shattering war began between Parasol and another company, Ballpoint. A third company, Eris, menaced always on the horizon, led by the brilliantly devious Joseph.
In the year 200, the dwarves founded a new military fortress, Spearbreakers, at the edge of the Spawn heartland, intending to rid the continent once and for all of the ever-present threat of doom. Unbeknownst to them, a timid outcast dwelt in their midst, a homeless, kinless girl by the name of Vanya.
Vanya's journals tell of the great, unsought quest she undertook in her desperate attempt to save herself, Spearbreakers, and ultimately all of Everoc from an inevitable destruction. Her story reveals her perilous adventures, her trials and hardships, and her forbidden love, as she tries to master her fears and come to terms with who, and what, she is.
This is an epic (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_%28genre%29) high fantasy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_fantasy) novel, loosely based in a heavily-modded Dwarf Fortress universe. It's one story, but I've split it into pieces, calling them Book One, Book Two, and so on (in the style of Lord of the Rings). Although each is largely self-inclusive and ends right between arcs, the story continues smoothly between them. I would strongly suggest that you start with the first one. The genre is fantasy/drama/science fiction.
I'd like to make the suggestion that you ignore the chapter titles altogether, and simply read through from top to bottom. To make that a little easier, while the links are separated into books, the actual chapter titles progress linearly.
Book One: A Girl's Broken Mind
Preface and Introduction: This post
Chapter 1: Eavesdropping (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3818840#msg3818840)
Chapter 2: The Cavy Tunnel (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3818864#msg3818864)
Chapter 3: Burglary Mission (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3818881#msg3818881)
Chapter 4: A Golden Bracelet (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3818899#msg3818899)
Chapter 5: Dark Conversations (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3819791#msg3819791)
Chapter 6: The Magic Brick (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3821471#msg3821471)
Chapter 7: The Frog Battle (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3823204#msg3823204)
Chapter 8: Cavywoman Returns (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3824336#msg3824336)
Chapter 9: Pyrrhic Victory (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3824860#msg3824860)
Chapter 10: Strawberry Wine (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3826118#msg3826118)
Chapter 11: The Memory (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3826729#msg3826729)
Chapter 12: The Rescue (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3827467#msg3827467)
Chapter 13: A Confrontation (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3828895#msg3828895)
Chapter 14: A Deal with the Devil (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3829761#msg3829761)
Chapter 15: Employment (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3831765#msg3831765)
Chapter 16: Dwarf College (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3833077#msg3833077)
Chapter 17: Enemy Territory (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3835919#msg3835919)
Chapter 18:Jealousy (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3836706#msg3836706)
Chapter 19: Despair (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3837788#msg3837788)
Chapter 20: The Nightmare (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3839501#msg3839501)
Chapter 21: The Caves (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3840147#msg3840147)
Chapter 22: Gorlaks (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3841144#msg3841144)
Chapter 23: The Revelation (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3846450#msg3846450)
Chapter 24: The Search (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3851025#msg3851025)
Chapter 25: Wari (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3851702#msg3851702)
Chapter 26: The Final Entry (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3852743#msg3852743)
Book Two: A Girl's Tattered Heart
Preface (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3858130#msg3858130)
Chapter 1: Salaia (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3858134#msg3858134)
Chapter 2: An Invasion (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3858868#msg3858868)
Chapter 3: The Caverns (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3863719#msg3863719)
Chapter 4: Scythods (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3882319#msg3882319)
Chapter 5: Repressed Rage (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3882322#msg3882322)
Chapter 6: Old Stories (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3885104#msg3885104)
Chapter 7: Parting Ways (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3889967#msg3889967)
Chapter 8: The Blood Plains (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3889976#msg3889976)
Chapter 9: An Unexpected Meeting (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3889980#msg3889980)
Chapter 10: Infiltration (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974859#msg3974859)
Chapter 11: Parasol Camp (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974864#msg3974864)
Chapter 12: A Plan (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974866#msg3974866)
Chapter 13: An Evening Meal (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974868#msg3974868)
Chapter 14: Urist (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974870#msg3974870)
Chapter 15: Biomech (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974874#msg3974874)
Chapter 16: Magic (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974875#msg3974875)
Chapter 17: The Battle Begins (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974876#msg3974876)
Chapter 18: Darkness Descends (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974879#msg3974879)
Chapter 19: Desperation (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974881#msg3974881)
Chapter 20: The Stench of Victory (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg3974883#msg3974883)
Book Three: A Girl's Weary Feet
Chapter 1: Parasol (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg4025321#msg4025321)
Chapter 2: Shuttlecar Ride (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg4025323#msg4025323)
Chapter 3: A Disaster (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg4025328#msg4025328)
Chapter 4: Kenzon (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg4173983#msg4173983)
Chapter 5: An Ignored Heroine (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg4173992#msg4173992)
Chapter 6: One Small Truth (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg5070116#msg5070116)
Chapter 7: An Unexpected Visit (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg5096413#msg5096413)
Chapter 8: Surprise and Tears (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg5110310#msg5110310)
Chapter 9: Stuck at Home (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg5128287#msg5128287)
Chapter 10: The Moral Line (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg5145350#msg5145350)
Chapter 11: A Pleasant Respite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.msg5158239#msg5158239)
Chapter 12: False Freedom
Chapter 13: Founder's Day
Chapter 14: A Temporary Home
Chapter 15: Getting Ready
Chapter 16: A Tense Meeting
Chapter 17: Returning Home
Chapter 18: Koth
Chapter 19: Making Plans
(a work in progress)
Book Four: A Girl's Fiery Soul
(exists only in notes)
This list is largely in no particular order.
- Toady One - Creator of Dwarf Fortress. Without this guy, this community, and by extension, this story, would not exist. He's been working on Dwarf Fortress for ten years nonstop, and he plans to put in another twenty years of work before it's done - and it's already hailed as the most in-depth game out there. Most astonishingly, he survives on nothing but donations. If you like this story, feel free to send something his way (http://www.bay12games.com/support.html), and tell him Talvieno sent you.
- Splint - Spearbreakers itself, and permission to split this off into its own story. I've done a lot in the way of sending him chapters, and he's proved a pretty decent editor. He also does a pretty good job of keeping me in line, but he isn't afraid to compromise. He gets a big A+ in my book. (he has pretty good taste in music, too)
- Mr Frog - pointing out flaws/holes I missed, being every bit as critical as I needed someone to be and driving me forwards. He keeps a close eye on what I do, even if he hasn't actually read the whole story. An excellent and "extremely-capable" friend, he's intelligent and awesome to talk to, even if he hates the talking part. (that's a joke, man)
- Hanslanda - much in the way of collaboration for multiple chapters, particularly those that involve Urist. He's got a helluva great story - check out the Spearbreakers thread. A great guy with lots of ideas, and a penchant for making witty comments. I definitely consider him a friend.
- Reudh - great advice, encouragement when needed, and of course, Lord Reudh. He's also pointed out my mistakes when I make assumptions when it comes to medicine. A great friend overall, and I'm glad to have him around. The story wouldn't be the same without him.
- Jack Magnus - for encouragement and helping me out with me giving his character an incredibly important cameo appearance. His hat shall be remembered for many years to come. A great friend and a really nice guy, though he prefers to lurk.
- Draconik_Sankis - it took me a bit to warm up to this guy (mostly the Sankis in the name), but it was more than worth it in the end. He's got an awesome imagination, and he learned quickly. We haven't talked as much as we could have, though - he prefers to lurk.
- Xahnel - Roleplayed a scene with Rose with him. He's a generally amiable guy, and enjoys a good debate as much as I do. I regret I couldn't work with him more, and though we had our disagreements, I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
- Tomio - We worked out Dwarf!Tomio's bit together, with him calling the shots. The idea was, I help him out with his plot, and he helped me out with mine. It went off without a hitch, though we had a (regrettable) disagreement later. I think/hope we're past that, though.
- Draignean, Sus, Mitchewawa, Paintbrushturkey, and everyone else in the Spearbreakers community (including those previously mentioned) - The overseers, players, external input, and all else. These guys rock. No, seriously. They're awesome, and I'll write with/for them anytime.
- TalonisWolf - I'm using some of his art for Mr Frog's room.
The italic portions before each chapter are written in second-person by "Urist Jones", the dwarven archaeologist, as he reads the journal entries. I'll usually keep them brief, but they'll almost always be there.
A Skulker's Tale
Book One: A Girl's Broken Mind
Introduction
Just inside the cover of this ancient journal, there is a loose sheet of paper of standard quality, apparently written later by the author, as it bears the same handwriting, and ends with the same five-pointed star as a signature.
I was born in 188. When I was 3, I was taken to a dwarven mountainhome and left there, having nothing with me but my newborn sister. An old couple took me in as family, encouraging me to call them "Granma" and "Granpa". Five years later, when I was eight, my Granma died, and my Granpa blamed me for her death. From then on, he was cruel to us. After two years, I'd had enough... I took my seven-year-old sister and ran away from home, carrying everything we owned in two small luggage cases. We set out for a new life.
For three long years, we traveled between fortresses, trying to stay out of sight and keep people from finding out we were homeless. As soon as we were spotted, they always kicked us out, and had to travel to the next. In this way, we traveled ever deeper into the territory of the Holistic Spawn.
The Holistic Spawn are evil creatures... when one bites a dwarf, it infects it with the young soul of a demon. When the demon matures, it takes over its host's body, transforming it into a nightmare: shriveled skin, bony, elongated arms and legs, claws instead of fingers, eyeless sockets, and a huge, gaping mouth running down between its ribs, ringed with razor-sharp teeth. Though we were always on the run from them, we never actually saw one. It was a terror that skirted the edges of our minds as we traveled in caravans from one place to the next.
Finally, when my sister and I were 10 and 13, we took refuge in a place called Spearbreakers. It's a military fortress situated between a jungle and a vast stretch of hellish land, where it rains blood all year: the blood plains. It was a grim landscape to look upon, and I hid myself and my sister deep underground, hoping we'd be safe.
Due to the curious political system, each "Overseer" had only one year in office before the next was elected. We arrived during the second year, in Talvi's reign. Soon after, Talvi broke under the stress and started to slip from sanity, gaining a fierce love of Mr Frog, then a lowly mechanic, and an even fiercer love of "cavies", which is what she called guinea pigs.
After her term was over, she handed the fortress over to Mr Frog, who began making major changes. He hated homeless dwarves, and started taking pains to wipe us out. I almost starved early that year, but he soon ordered a new wagon road dug out underground, increasing our trade with other civilizations in the region. I would sneak around after dark and steal food from the caravans that passed through, just enough to keep us from starving to death.
Nobody seemed to notice the food disappearing, but Talvi noticed that her cavies were starting to disappear. It had nothing to do with me, but she recruited my help and that of other homeless dwarves, in exchange for food. We put up posters saying, "Have you seen me?" with a picture of her cavies. Then, Talvi started digging around in Mr Frog's room, and stole an odd device from him: it was a little metal tablet that emitted light from one side. I never got a close look at it, because she wouldn't let anyone close. She called it "Joseph", giving a human name to the inanimate object.
Then, Mr Frog's reign was over, and Draignean took over, building magma forges atop the Magma Sea, deep in the bowels of the earth. Sadly, his right-hand-man, The Master, went insane, massacring a number of people before Colonel Fischer put a stop to him. He had been making a jade spearhead, and nobody ever saw what happened to it afterwards. In the meantime, Talvi had slipped ever farther from sanity, beginning to think that she was a cavy herself.
During this year, my sister grew very ill, and somehow, she wound up at the hospital. I feared for her life: the hospital at Spearbreakers had such a terrible reputation that many dwarves would rather throw themselves to the zombies than spend a night within. It didn't come as a surprise when I overheard Wari, one of the nurses, talking about her passing with one of the other doctors. Even how inevitable my sister's death was didn't make it hurt any less, and I spent the next two years in hiding, all my hopes and dreams shattered.
Over those next two years, sieges bombarded the fortress from outside: armies of Holistic Spawn, and massive hordes of undead led by necromancers. The dwarves always held them off, but it felt a hollow victory to me. Nothing was the same anymore.
Looking back now, I wish I'd stayed away from Spearbreakers... but at the same time, I'm glad I didn't.
☆
A Skulker's Tale
Book Two: A Girl's Tattered Heart
Interlude
You exit the laboratory for the last time, solemnly closing the door behind you and locking it – but not without a tinge of regret. So many secrets remain uncovered... How was it that not only Spearbreakers, but the whole of dwarfkind accepted her, and collectively made her into a legend?
Disappointed, you accept that you may never know the answers, and return to your camp in the old dining room. You pass dusty engravings on the wall, carved by Simon Tam and Talvi, dwarven characters of lore themselves, and dead for hundreds of years. Talvi's trademark cavy engravings seem to stand out as remnants of a bygone era, lending a fantastical feel to the already ancient fortress. You walk the halls of legends... yet will you ever know their true stories?
Three days later, you're startled from your midday meal by an unusual event – the air before you shimmers and coalesces, and you get to your feet in surprise, your half-finished plate falling forgotten from your lap. The fork clatters loudly against the floor, a sound that seems distant in your ears as two figures emerge, suited all in white but for black accentuations. On their arms: the Parasol emblem. "Parasol..." you say in bewildered astonishment. "You're from Parasol!"
The figures remove their helmets, revealing a blonde-haired man, and a dark-haired woman with silver-green eyes. Although she's beautiful, you're far too immersed on the moment to even think of romance, and she nods in response to your exclamation. "Yes, we're from Parasol."
"But this is incredible!" you exclaim. "I'm Dr. Urist Jones, of –”
"And I am Dr. Thian Russ. We know who you are, Dr. Jones," the man says with a respectful nod. "In fact, we've been watching you for some time. We think you may be able to assist us... if you'd be willing to oblige." He turns and proceeds towards the portal with his companion.
You and hasten after them. You don't have the time to gather anything... but no matter. "Of course I'll come!" you say in excitement. "I thought Parasol had turned to dust years ago!"
Dr. Russ looks at you solemnly over his shoulder as they disappear through the rippling anomaly, and says three words: "Parasol is forever."
You step through after them, and nearly gasp at what you see. "My gods..." You stand in an underwater chamber, the ceiling at least fifty feet above... For years afterwards you'll struggle in vain to describe it, for the beauty is otherworldly: a cathedral of giants, complete with glass walls and steel beams, towers, buildings, embattlements rising up all around you, continuing far into the distance, the water outside as crystal-clear as if it's naught but a glass of fresh water. Alien creatures, shimmering in iridescent beauty, sail gently by outside. Your eyes follow the steel beams towards the ceiling, and come upon the largest crystal chandelier you've ever seen – shaped as a giant umbrella. Directly beneath it, immaculately crafted into the tile floor, is the Parasol emblem: a red and white parasol... and the red isn't stone or paint, but magma flowing beneath glass. The entire place glows radiantly, but you cannot pinpoint the source of light: it seems to come from everywhere at once. "My gods..." you whisper again, awestruck.
Behind you, you hear a buzz, and you turn in time to see the silvery, watery air inside a twenty-foot megaportal ripple into nothingness, leaving a giant oval of steel standing in silent solitude.
Only one question remains in your mind. You spin to the two Parasol employees, who watch you with amusement. "Why do you want me"?
"Come," they say, and you follow. You soon find yourself at a sort of minecart station... but instead of a minecart, they’re white and steel floating platforms. Your host and hostess lead you onto the nearest, placing their hands flat atop a soft black console and closing their eyes... Smoothly, without the slightest sensation of movement, the air around you shimmers, and the car moves forwards into a huge glass tube, the glass parted at intervals by rings of steel, with a single bar of light stretching along the bottom, far into the distance. Back at home, you have crude light bulbs, but this is beyond anything you've heard of. You can’t tell that the vehicle is on any tracks at all.
You can only look in wonder around you at the ocean, which soon begins to fly by faster, and faster, until the steel rings are so much of a blur you can't even see them anymore. And yet, there's no wind – no sensation of movement, not even when you switch tracks or turn down a different path. You’d expect such majesty of Heaven, or Valhalla, or Olympus... But of a place crafted by dwarven hands?
"Vanya herself rode this tunnel," Russ suddenly says in a soft voice, turning back towards you. His hands remain on the dark console.
"Vanya went to Parasol?" you ask. "Then the stories are true."
He nods slowly. "The stories are many things. My companion desired that we take you by this path so that you might travel the same that she did, her first time here."
"She came here more than once?" You try to query further, but Russ turns away, and the question remains unanswered.
You finally arrive at your destination and exit the vehicle. This area looks older, somehow, and the lights are dimmer. The walls are no longer glass, but steel and stone. The Parasol employees lead you down several stone hallways to a steel door, on which dwarven runes read: "Vanya Carena".
"Did she live here?" you ask.
The woman shakes her head, without giving you a glance. "No," she says quietly. "This is her tomb."
The door opens, and you follow them inside. The chamber is simple – befitting of the elven girl, you feel. The ceiling is a standard 10 feet tall. Neither silver nor gold adorn the walls, only chests and cabinets, locked behind glass doors. At the same time... you somehow feel that this place is almost held in reverence by your hosts. You look at them in askance, but they only lead you further into the room, towards the end of the chamber. Before you is a casket, guarded by a Parasol soldier. The guard stands motionless as you approach and peer into the coffin... and you gasp. Beneath its glassy surface, you see the face of the young elven woman, perfectly preserved. Her hands, arranged carefully atop the gentle curve of her breast, clutch a single rose of platinum.
"This is Vanya?" you ask them, and they nod. "She only looks asleep... but she's been dead for hundreds of years, hasn't she?"
"For us, yes," Russ says, seeming uneasy. "But for my companion here..."
"...she's hardly been gone a month," she finishes for him quietly.
You glance at her quickly as you note a tremble in her voice. "Who are you?" you question her, puzzled. But she only shakes her head, and your question hangs awkwardly in the air, yet another unanswered mystery.
Russ changes the subject. "Vanya’s body is kept in a preserved state through a time bubble. In this room, time passes normally. But in that casket... time doesn't pass at all."
You look back from him towards Vanya's body, and note the red color of her lips, the telltale point of her elven ears, the waves of dark brown hair arranged about her shoulders. "How did she die?"
You realize it was the wrong question to ask, as the woman suddenly turns and leaves the tomb in such a hurry that you feel you've upset her.
The weight of a hand comes to rest upon your shoulder, and her companion speaks. "Come with me," he says in a firm, quiet tone.
You nod, following him to the edge of the room, where sits a table. Upon it, there are several books, stacked atop each other. The man motions for you to sit, and you comply, noting as you do that etched upon the top book's cover is a golden pentagram – a five-pointed star. Vanya's five-pointed star. "This is hers?" you ask.
He nods. "Yes, but we cannot translate it. Vanya's name isn't natural elvish, and neither is the written or spoken language she used. After the journals you already saw, she only used her elvish script, writing in her elvish language... an obscure tribal dialect, it was used by so few individuals that it was virtually unknown, even before she died."
Carefully, reverently, you open the book at random. "It's a journal," you say. "I can read the script... What would you like me to do?"
"Read it aloud," Russ suggests. "There's a recorder built into the table. Take your time, Dr. Urist Jones." With a respectful nod, he turns and leaves the tomb, possibly seeking his companion, leaving you alone but for the guard and Vanya’s quiet form.
And so you begin.
A Skulker's Tale
Book Three: A Girl's Weary Feet
Chapter 47: Parasol
You sit in Parasol, a world-girdling company that stops at nothing to further their scientific progress. They've commissioned you, Dr. Urist Jones, a young Dwarven archaeologist, to translate an old text, for primarily historical reasons... Something about this doesn't quite add up to you, and you aren't sure why they're doing it.
Across from you sits a woman with dark, brown hair and silver-green eyes, seemingly around the age of 18. She gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue reading from Vanya's journal... and you comply. As you've just finished the previous one, you lay it down on the table, pick up the next, which is identical to the first, with a golden star printed on the cover, and you begin to read.
Parasol had won the battle... they’d destroyed the Ballpoint army, and only a few survivors had managed to escape. Klade didn't care, though... I found him early that first morning as I stood atop the hill, gazing down upon the smoking carnage with a listless stare.
"There is no honor in this war," he chattered grimly as he limped up to where I stood. "We have killed too many soldiers... A hundred scythods could never consume them all. This is no victory, as 'Parassol' claims, but a great sorrow."
I agreed quietly. "I think so, too."
He clicked his claws reproachfully. "We should have left, Spala. We should not have stayed to help them. It would have done less harm."
I said nothing. What was there to say? In a way, I agreed with him. After pondering this for a moment, I finally asked, "Klade... what about K'bahth? Where is he?"
Klade only clicked his claws again and turned away, softly cursing the Klascoryf as he left.
Trebor found me soon after. I was relieved to see him still alive, but he only brought me the news of the deaths of Saemin, Jonah, and Lieutenant Almory.
"I'm sorry, Trebor," I said quietly. "I know how it hurts to lose a sister, too."
He only nodded, slipping a sword and scabbard off his belt. "She would've wanted you to have this," the dwarf told me quietly. "She was a woman of her word... and she lost the bet. Parasol prevailed."
When I tried to put my arms around him to show I cared, he shrugged me off. His joking personality was all but gone... he seemed to have gained a portion of his sister's hatred, and I haven't heard him call me "Hotlips" since. I wish he would, now... it's strange what things you miss when they're gone.
I followed him back to the trench's infirmary, where we found Strohe and Lurit, both barely alive. Trebor, like any good doctor, put aside his feelings and tended to their wounds... but I could see the emptiness in his eyes. He would never say it, but he wished he'd died with his sister. It was a feeling I knew well.
As that first, painful afternoon wore on, Tedaz and I started working to clear the debris out of the cluttered walkway, mostly to get our minds off what had happened. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before a Parasol officer told us the trench was ruined, and it was too dangerous to stay. He told me to move to one of the white tents Parasol had set up on the hillside, away from the wreckage of the battle, and so I did.
Looking through the tents, I soon found Katie. The battlefield medics were treating her, and they didn't seem very worried about her physical wounds. Though her arm and shoulder were patched up before the first day was over, she hadn't been able to take the mental trauma... only the gods know what horrible things she saw. For the most part, I stayed with her from then on, though guilt often drew me back to the trench against my will.
The next few days flew by quickly. While Strohe, Lurit, and Katie's conditions slowly improved, I never saw John again... not even his body... though I did find a dusty, charred message from him, lying atop Almory's paperwork on her desk:
"From John, to Lieutenant Almory:
I realize it's late for me to say it, and I feel ashamed, but it must be said; I haven't trusted Vanya's plan ever since you told it to me, and I don't think I'll be coming back from this. My true name is Escu Honukem, and I come from the village of Helmspear. If by some chance you ever find yourself up that way... let my family know I died fighting our enemies. Don't let them know I was a coward. Don't let them know I ever joined Ballpoint."
In addition to John's body being missing, we never found the bodies of Tames or Gearbox, either. I assumed Tames had joined Ballpoint's retreating forces... but I hoped Gearbox was all right. I hoped he would head towards Spearbreakers, and that I would find him there someday. As to John himself, I like to pretend he survived. I like to imagine him getting back to his family, far away at Helmspear - their tears and embraces as they reunite after all those years apart. It's a comforting thought, but it's far from being all that's on my mind.
I often thought about what Joseph had said. I was sure he was lying... After all, how could Parasol lack any sense of morality? Joseph was a liar, I knew, and I resolved not to believe him, but as the medics treated their wounded, I saw little hints of what he'd said. If someone on life support became considered a lost cause, they would let the person die rather than keep him alive. They're calculating people... even more so than dwarves. Dwarves will let an injured soldier lie in the hospital for years. It stood out in stark contrast to what I was witnessing with the battlefield medics.
The fourth morning, I sat in the tent, talking quietly with Reudh beside Katie's bed. Suddenly, she awoke, sitting upright and panting as if she was terrified, her widened eyes dancing about the medical equipment that surrounded us. Her gaze found me and softened as realization overtook her fragile mind; she hung her head, collapsing towards me and crying. I put my arms around her and told her I understood, just as I'd done so many times before for Salaia.
We came closer those next few days than many people come in a lifetime. She became like a sister to me... as Salaia had been, but different. She was a friend.
She was recovering quickly... but she was bottling up what had happened. I've always done the same thing, but Katie is a happy person at heart... she doesn't like for something to get her down. I'm not sure if she'd forgotten the things she'd seen or not, but she never spoke of them again.
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As the week ended, I stood atop Megaportal Hill one last time, watching the sun's setting rays color the graves of the fallen. Reudh stood beside me, as did Katie and Trebor, Reudh, Tedaz and Lurit. Klade had left with Strohe, who wanted to return home. No one in Parasol spoke Scythod, and I lied to the officers about what Klade had said... I told them he was escorting Strohe to the border of the bloodplains. Klade was part of the timewar, and we "natives" of Everoc weren't supposed to know about him, but I didn't care. The way things were going, everyone would eventually find out anyway, so what did it matter?
Eight graves lay out before us, their tenants' names engraved into the dark, metallic headstones with love: K'bahth, Saemin Lo Diel, Hawkins Entomel, Jonah Hylcelon, Almory Mallarkus Bertran, Martin "Gearbox" Bakerson, Cronan Tames, and Escu "John Smith" Honukem. Their runes glowed with a soft light, and those belonging to Parasol flashed with little video clips of their lives. The images of their faces, laughing at parties, goofing off... normally watching clips like those would make a person happy, but the knowledge that they were gone from the world tore unrelentingly at my heart.
Katie tried to say a little prayer for each of them, but she couldn't even make it to Saemin's before she started to break down.
"I'm sorry," Katie said quietly, her voice staggered with emotion. "I can't do it."
Trebor gave her a light embrace and nodded grimly, trying to keep his voice level. "When we get back home, I'll write a memoir... 'In Memory of the Fallen'. They deserve for Parasol to remember them... it wasn't their fault they died." He shot a piercing glance in my direction as he said that last.
Turning, I walked away, looking over the distant hills and forests towards the sunset. A tear threatened to fall, and I didn't even feel like brushing it away. I felt terrible.
"You care deeply about their deaths, but believe me when I say it is not your fault, sweet Vanya."
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Reudh, who was gazing at me sympathetically. "It is my fault," I told him quietly, wiping my face with a hand and turning my head away. "If I hadn't been trying to get back to Spearbreakers, none of this would have happened."
"I agree," Reudh said quietly. "You saved two lives when they all would have died."
Shooting a twisted, scornful glance at the dwarf, I tried not to cry. "K'bahth and John died, too, Reudh!"
"Parasol may yet win back Everoc due to their sacrifice," he countered. "It was a good thing you did! Do not doubt yourself, my dear. Trebor and Katie will live on, telling their story and bringing others to their cause."
I spun to face him, angry and upset. "Reudh, have you ever lost anyone?" I didn't wait for him to reply before I went on, "Have you ever lost everyone you loved, and found yourself alone? No friends, no family, nobody left but you? Do you know how that feels?"
"Well, I -"
Though I tried my best, I couldn't hold back my tears. "That's how I felt when I lost my sister, Reudh! I wanted to die. I had nothing left to live for, and the only thing that kept me alive was trying to save Spearbreakers from Ballpoint. I never even had a chance to go back for her body." I pursed my lips, stepping forwards and glaring at him through blurred eyes. "Don't tell me I did a good job. Trebor and Katie are suffering more than you know." I paused for breath, and felt guilty when I finally noticed how hurt Reudh seemed at what I'd said.
"I am... truly sorry, Vanya..." he managed in response, wringing his pack in his hands. "I did not... I apologize."
Starting to cry, I closed my eyes and hung my head, wishing I could lie down and never have to get back up. I felt his arm move around my back as he held me close, but I didn't bother to move away. I knew he was trying to help me feel better, but I didn't want him to do anything for me... I just wanted him to understand.
"I know it hurts," Reudh said finally, "but believe me when I say it wasn't your fault. It was Tames's."
It quieted me, and I looked up at him curiously, brushing the hair from my eyes as I processed what he'd told me. "Tames?"
The dwarf nodded. "He betrayed us by telling Ballpoint our plans. Now come; our friends are ready to enter the portal to Parasol. Are you going with them?" With a gentle hand on my back, he started to lead me away from the sunset.
I nodded. "Yes..." I said, sniffing. "I'm going to Parasol, and then to Spearbreakers"
"And I shall come with you," Reudh said reassuringly. "Where you go, I shall go as well, my sweetest love."
Sometimes he was nice to have around, but others, not so much. I spared a disapproving glance at him for his affections, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Vanya, hurry!" Katie called. She was standing beside the megaportal's rippling, silver surface, holding a kit bag in each hand. Groups of people were skipping in line around her and disappearing into the portal. As I neared her, she explained, "It's set to our destination, but only briefly. We're holding other people up." She motioned behind us, and looking where she pointed, I saw a squad of white-suited Parasol soldiers standing at attention.
"Then let's go," I told her, starting forwards.
She dropped a bag and grabbed my hand. "Do you have a place to live?"
"I won't be at Parasol long."
"They won't let you leave," she said, picking her bag back up and handing it to me. "I already asked. Admiral Coscar says Sleeper Agents aren't allowed to leave."
This stopped me, and I looked back at her, gaping and stricken with disbelief. "What?? Why not?!"
Katie frowned apologetically, tilting her head. "They said it's classified. I'm really sorry... but if you want, you can stay with me at my dad's house. He's let my friends sleep over before, so I don't think he'll mind. But... um..." She stopped, looking uncomfortable.
"What?"
She grimaced briefly, and then, with a pleading glance, said, "Call him 'Mr. Kenzon'... and don't let him know who you are." At my questioning stare, Katie added, "Please?"
"Okay..." I said, giving a cautious nod as I shifted her bag in my hands.
"C'mon," she coaxed, and side by side, we started towards the towering structure.
As we climbed the steps at its base, I decided that someday, I was going back to Spearbreakers... no matter what it took.
And the portal's liquid surface enveloped us, so different from the portals of Ballpoint.
I walked for a moment, blind in the darkness of a metaphysical dimension. I felt a strange sensation, as if I was being funneled through nothingness, yet my legs continued to carry me forwards across an undetectable floor.
Sounds buffeted my ears; everything grew bright as I crossed the interspace threshold and got my first glimpse of Parasol. Katie's bag fell unnoticed from my fingers.
I stood in awe at the portal's base, dwarfed by the gigantic chamber dimly lit with beautiful chandeliers the shape of upturned parasols. The walls were thousands upon thousands of glass panes, holding back a clear, blue sea. Through its crystalline depths, I could see distant shapes: giant cathedrals, beautiful monuments, towers stretching high into the ocean above. Huge creatures swam past in pinks and blues, spinning and dancing through the waters as they trailed phosphorescent ribbons in their wake. Unaware of the passage of time, I followed one's near-magical descent until it disappeared from view behind me.
A hand took mine, and I started, looking up at its owner's face.
"You're not in Kansas anymore," Katie whispered with an impish smile, picking up her bag.
"What? What is 'Kansas'?" I asked in confusion.
She gave a little laugh. "I'll explain later. Let's just get out of here before Parasol's reporters get to us," she said, pointing at the receptionist's O-shaped desk in front of us, where a handful of people were clamoring to get a better shot with their little cameras. "Retaking Everoc is big news, obviously, but they'll pester us to no end."
"Like hell they will," Lurit grunted, watching the reporters jostle each other around with light amusement. Beside him, Reudh held his pike idly, too rapt in examining the beauty about him to notice the reporters at all.
One of them got past the guards and rushed up to Trebor with a PEA in hand. "I'm Yolas Maxtur for Parasol Daily - can you give me a statement about 48D's involvement in battle 7165b8?"
It freaked me out. I started to hyperventilate, my eyes darting from one reporter to the next, then at Katie, who was laughing and talking to Reudh. After hiding who I was all my life, I wasn't used to this kind of attention, and it scared me out of rational thought.
Ducking behind everyone, I crept along the walls in the shadows, hoping they wouldn't notice me. I felt bewildered. Apparently 48D's return to Parasol was a big event, and everything was in such chaos that nobody saw me slink past the guards, moving past a corner of the room to one of the alcoves at the edge. Not even Katie seemed to notice I was gone, and it was with a good deal of relief that I watched the little crowd mill about the receptionist's desk, completely oblivious to my presence.
A voice startled me, bearing a heavy human accent. "You don't like crowds either."
Spinning around, I found myself looking at the stomach of an unusually tall woman. With my eyes, I followed her muscled frame up to a badly-scarred face. I couldn't figure out how I'd not noticed she was there. She didn't appear very old, even for a human... maybe 50 at most.
"Who are you?" I asked uncomfortably, trying not to stare at her disfigurement. It looked like she'd suffered terrible burns at some point in her life.
She sat herself down on the little bench in the alcove, leaning on her cane for support, and chuckled with an undertone of grief. "A more important question is, who are you? When a girl is sidestepping the guards to avoid the reporters, it makes her look like she has something to hide... and what's happen to your ears?" she added, leaning to the side and peering at them with an innocent, curious expression.
Reddening, I snatched Jack Magnus's cap from a pouch, pulling it over them. "I'm an elf," I whispered in embarrassment.
She didn't seem to recognize the word. "I haven't saw none of them here before, so I guess you're an offworlder, like me... but you couldn't have work in no mines because you don't have the build for it." She peered at me curiously. "So where are you from, child?"
I hesitated. She didn't seem especially intelligent, but she didn't seem untrustworthy. Then again, I'd been wrong before. "I'm from Everoc..." I said quietly, watching as she raised a surprised eyebrow. "I grew up hiding in a fortress of dwarves... most dwarves on Everoc hate elves."
"A skulker..." the woman said thoughtfully, staring meaninglessly off into the distance as she rested her hands on her cane. "And an Everoccan, at that..."
"I'm just not used to all that attention."
The woman jumped at my words, and then looked back at me, smiling sadly. "I am Eltsha, child. I were a skulker in my childhood years, also." She patted the bench beside her. "Sit."
"My name is Vanya," I replied. Without questioning, I took a seat beside her. It felt awkward... I wasn't sure whether to watch her face, or look away from her scars. More than that, I'd learned from a young age that skulkers couldn't often be trusted. I decided to dig further, asking, "Why are you here?"
Eltsha sighed. "I know they say he was dead, but I was hoping to see my son." She looked over at me, pursing her lips, wrinkled lines crossing her scarred face. "Are you a mother, child?"
"I don't have any family now, but I raised my sister," I offered.
She turned her gaze towards the crowd at the desk. "Then mayhap you know how I feel." She paused for a minute, and continued with a thoughtful sigh, "I keep expecting to see him walk out that portal... calling for me like he use to every time he come home..." She looked back down at me with moistened eyes, smiling at me sadly. "...and he doesn't come back, nor will he now. The dust is taking him away... yet I still hope."
I knew how it felt to lose someone you love. "I'm sorry, Eltsha... I'm sure he was a good man."
The woman nodded quickly. "Oh yes! He was. He always work to provide food for us, and when his sister got sick, he went off to war, because it make more money. But... he couldn't save everyone. No one can save everyone."
A yell interrupted us. "Vanya?" a girl called, her voice distant.
"Go on, child," Eltsha urged gently. "Your friend is wanting you."
As I got to my feet and started back towards Katie, I cast one more sympathetic glance at the old woman, her words echoing in my mind.
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