The Fall of Ossard ot-1

by Colin Tabor

  I didn’t know what to say.

  But then I realised, for now and the task at hand, his revelation didn’t matter. I hadn’t come here to debate the fate of Schoperde; that was something for another time. I was here for Pedro and Maria. With Schoperde’s aid or not, I wouldn’t be leaving without them.

  And amidst my fading confusion I became aware of something else; a thrumming in my soul. It was abuzz with offered power.

  It was Sef’s faith, given freely, and rich and strong because of it. For him and so many others, I was a symbol of hope – and that was something very much alive and worth believing in.

  Kurgar may have stolen hundreds of souls, perhaps even a thousand, yet I stood knowing that more had already offered me theirs. I didn’t have to steal and feed on them like a starving dog tearing meat off a rotting carcass. My people wanted me to have the power they offered, not dozens, or scores, not even hundreds, but thousands. That was something Kurgar didn’t have – so I stepped forward and called upon them.

  I sent out a ring of power that expanded across this world and the next. I could see their faint life-lights, now distant, yet they blazed as it reached them. With it I gave them the strength to flee the city and withstand the trials that would come. I also planted in them the knowledge that I needed them to confirm their hope and faith in me and our future.

  The first new prayer of strength and wellness returned from Baruna and others also flared, at first a few, then scores, then hundreds, and finally thousands. They sent me their thoughts, love, and best wishes. After a moment the flow became a raging flood.

  I looked to Kurgar. “You’ve no power compared to me.”

  The muscles in his neck corded as his face flushed red. He could see what I’d done, and he knew that through it I could at the very least equal him. He also now understood that there were other ways to gain strength, and with his realisation came mine; I didn’t have to feed on souls, what was coming to me was freely given – and would be there again when needed.

  Kurgar growled, “This is nothing! When the ritual is complete – and you can’t stop it – the dribbles of power your misguided followers allow you will flounder. I require nothing more than what’s already here!”

  “I don’t want the city.” I gestured to the window and its view of fire and smoke. “It’s already ruined, and the ground soured. I just want my family.”

  Behind his bravado he worried, his voice carrying a quaver. He’d never conceived that such power could be freely given, and now he wondered at which of us was stronger. I could sense his considerations.

  If all she wanted was her family, and then she’d go…

  He asked, “And what of your family? What if they’re not all to hand?”

  My mood cooled. “Not all?”

  What had he done?

  He looked to Sef, then back to me. “Your husband and daughter are alive, but not the others. They’re already beyond your reach.”

  “The Lord and Lady are dead?”

  He nodded. “As are the others who were taken.”

  Sef shifted, his own anger growing.

  “When?” I asked.

  “Some at dawn and noon, more this evening. We used them to prepare the ritual’s foundations and frame. It’s a gradual thing, of layers and building.”

  What a waste.

  He asked, “If I free Pedro and Maria, will you leave the city?”

  And without them the ritual would continue, but I couldn’t stop that – or could I?

  The cultists had already all but won Ossard. I had to reconcile myself to that. What was going to happen was unstoppable, but perhaps – in the future – not undoable. As I’d seen before, for some magic there was such a thing as a counter-casting. Maybe the ritual could be undone.

  “Alright,” I said, and I had an idea, a plan that would take more than a day to work. “Bring Pedro and Maria to me, but I also want the bodies of Lord and Lady Liberigo so Pedro can attend to them.”

  Kurgar raised an eyebrow.

  “My husband is a pious man and has been ever since his time in a monastery. Such things are important to him.”

  “They are marred, ritual magic is not clean.”

  “Bring them.”

  He nodded to an attendant. “Fetch her family and the corpses. Bring them all here.”

  The attendant bowed and left, leaving us to stand in silence.

  Eventually Kurgar spoke, “Where will you take them?”

  “You know where, I’m sure you’ve heard.”

  He nodded. “The ruins then, and in league with Lae Velsanans.” His distaste showed.

  “Indeed, what bad company we both keep.”

  He chuckled. “You are powerful, but not strong enough. You can’t stop what happens here. In the end, with a city this size, the departure of you and your followers means nothing.”

  “So you’ll let us seek our sanctuary and not harry us?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “More demands? In the end, it won’t matter. You’ll find that you can’t sleep, knowing that your actions saved your family, but in turn doomed the strangers that I’ll have to use to replace them. That knowledge will drive you mad.”

  I pressed him, “You’ll not harry us?”

  He sneered. “You have my promise, for I needn’t bother with the likes of you.”

  I nodded.

  The door opened behind us.

  Sef and I turned to find Pedro standing dirty and bruised with his hands and feet in chains. He swayed unsteadily, his eyes lost and unfocused. I went to him, slipping an arm about his thinned waist.

  Brimming with the power of my people, I let some of it flow through to give him strength. Colour came back to his cheeks, his eyes locking onto mine, while his slack jaw settled into a tired smile. In a moment, life was restored to his grim face.

  He whispered, “Oh, Juvela.” And one of his hands found one of my own to give it a squeeze.

  An attendant came in behind him carrying Maria. She was also dirty, but in a better state.

  “Mama!” she cried, reaching out for me.

  Kurgar nodded to the attendant, and the man stepped around Pedro and put her down by my feet. She cuddled in close.

  The attendant took a pendant from around her throat; instantly I could sense her mind again.

  She was free!

  I looked about for the promised bodies, but they were yet to arrive. Turning to Kurgar, I asked, “And the Lord and Lady?”

  The attendant nodded at his glance.

  Kurgar said, “They’re coming; I imagine they’re wrapping them.”

  I nodded.

  Noise beyond the door marked their delivery. They were each carried and wrapped in cloth, the fabric already stained.

  I asked, “And what will you do with the Loyalists?”

  He smiled. “You know there are bigger sacrifices to come. I could probably muster a thousand willing to offer themselves up for ritual magic, but ten thousand? I’ll keep them for that.”

  The attendants brought the wrapped bodies to me and then pulled back their shrouds. Their faces lay there, bloodied and beaten, but also pale and waxen. It was indeed the Lord and Lady.

  Pedro cried out.

  I nodded. “So our deal is done?”

  “Yes, and how will you get them from here?”

  I’ll have your men take them to the roof.

  “So you like to fly? That was always a part of Schoperde’s way; a penchant for the birds and wind.” He stood. “Let’s go, then, I’ve much else to do – and dawn nears.”

  They removed Pedro’s chains, seeing me hug him now unbound and free. I whispered, “My husband, be at peace until we’re safely away. You’ll see more strange things before then, but you’ll just have to trust me.”

  He nodded, “You have my trust.”

  Before long we stood on the roof, the bodies of the Lord and Lady between our two groups with their shrouds being tugged by the predawn wind. The sky to the east had grown brighter, its grey d
aring to take on some colour; fresh golds, ambers, and reds, all bravely peaking through the smoke-haze that blanketed so much of the city.

  Kurgar asked, “So, you’ll just go?”

  I looked to him, and then turned back to the tragic view.

  Much of the city lay hidden behind countless plumes of smoke. The fires feeding them set every district to flare, while about it all thrummed the roar of flames and the last rage of dying battles.

  What a waste.

  I stepped forward to the bodies. “We’ll leave in a moment.” And then knelt between them to draw back their shrouds.

  Kurgar’s brow furrowed, his gaze intense.

  I placed a hand on the breast of each body, it sitting over their hearts amidst congealed blood and opened flesh. The feel of it, chill and wet, was broken by the stiff texture of ruined clothes, and the arc and edge of smashed ribs.

  Then I slipped into the celestial.

  I searched for any sign of life; of fading embers or the sparks of souls.

  Searching…

  Normally, death would see a soul return to its god, but as they’d both been used to fuel ritual magic – something handled by mortal hands – the spending followed no natural or perfect path. I sought for something left over.

  Seeking…

  Like when stoking a fire with timber, often bits of bark and splinter would be left behind in a wood box or by a fire’s grate. It was for such a piece of soul-stuff that I now hunted.

  And found!

  Kurgar hissed.

  I found a spark from each of them, the fading lights weak and wavering, and chased by a smothering dark. Without hesitation, I took them into my care, fed them, shielded them, and then washed them in a generous share of my own stolen power.

  They blazed into life.

  Forged!

  Kurgar growled.

  Having secured them, I crafted a shell for each and filled them with strength. Back in the real world, I pressed heavily on their clammy chests to feel jellied blood squirt and cracked bones shift.

  Beginning at my palms, warmth came to their bodies. It was there that I focussed my power as I worked to drag the Lord and Lady back. Colour returned to their faces, them gasping as their backs arched, while their eyes opened wide to bulge with shock and pain.

  Beside me, Pedro fell to his knees.

  “Sleep,” I whispered.

  Their breathing calmed as their eyes closed.

  Kurgar snapped, “Get out of here! Get out of my city!”

  I stood and looked to him, pulling Pedro up with me. I then waved Sef across, getting him to stand with us as my dear old friend held Maria.

  Kurgar snarled, “Go! Get out! Take your damned family and be gone!”

  Exhausted, I said, “As agreed.”

  Surprisingly, Kurgar’s anger was quick to fade, his scowl melting into a grim smile. “Not Sef, though. Our deal was only for your family.”

  Sef paled.

  I said, “He comes with us!”

  Kurgar shook his head. “No he doesn’t, he’s not family – and there’s more to it than that.” He looked to Seig Manheim. “Go on, make your demands.”

  Seig stepped forward. “Sef Vaugen of Kaumhurst, formerly a priest of Kave, and marked in that service, you cannot leave.”

  Sef’s shoulders slumped.

  “He must be free to go!” I insisted.

  Seig said, “No, this is a matter between Sef and Kave. He must remain as his divine mark demands, for that is part of his punishment.”

  “Punishment?” I asked, wondering if it had anything to do with me.

  Sef turned, his face bleak. “My soul and service are promised to Kave.”

  “You can go back on that – I’ll protect you.”

  Seig called out, “Tell her your truth!”

  And Sef cursed under his breath. “I can’t go, I’m sorry.” His tears began to flow as he handed Maria to my husband; she was sobbing too.

  I begged, “Please Sef, come with us. If you stay here you’ll die!”

  And Seig growled again, “Tell her!”

  Sef swallowed as he wiped away tears. “I can’t leave because I’m marked, and must follow that mark’s conditions.”

  “Who marked you?”

  Seig bellowed, “Tell her, Sef, the coward of Kaumhurst!”

  “What’s he talking about?”

  My old friend shook his head in frustration. “My mark’s not from a rival god, but Kave himself. I’ve been damned for turning from battle, for choosing not to fight to the death…” And then his jaw froze, despite him staring at me as though he had more to tell.

  Watching him, I could see the muscles of his jaw and neck spasm, while his eyes seemed to plead with me to be heard.

  I could feel it, there was more to his tale. Sorcery hung about him to hold him back – the same kind of casting that ensnared me at my first meeting with Pedro.

  He took a step towards Kurgar, but turned to look at me. “Go Juvela, I’ll deal with my penance and find a way to join you.”

  “No, Sef!”

  Seig called out, “Yield to your mark!”

  Sef winced. “Go, while you have your family!”

  “Sef!”

  “Go, Juvela, find your place in things. I’ll see you again.”

  Seig growled, “Get here!”

  And with one last whispered goodbye he did.

  Kurgar laughed. “Not all goes to plan, does it? Now get out of my city!”

  I stretched out my hands, taking the opportunity to bless Sef’s soul and build a bond from it to me.

  We would see each other again.

  And then we rose into the smoke-heavy air, it giving way to the colours of sunrise. Pedro held Maria, as I used my power to lift his parents and us from the rooftop, and head towards the Newbank Gate.

  Kurgar yelled, “You’ve stolen from the bloodline. I’ll have to kill eight others to make up for it. You’ve the blood of innocents on your hands!”

  His words sickened me, but I couldn’t change what I’d done. In the end, I’d just have to make sure that bringing back Lord and Lady Liberigo was worth it.

  Please, Schoperde…

  Soon we’d be out of the city and safe beyond its walls. The following days would see us out of the valley and seeking shelter at Marco’s ruins. In that time I’d have much to consider: Could I somehow contact Dorloth and enlist her aid? I also had to be ready for Felmaradis, face my grandmother, and find a way to help both Marco and Sef.

  And what of Schoperde; could she really be dead?

  Appendix

  The Goddess of Life amp; the God of Death

  The Mother Goddess, Life, is, and always has been. It needs to be understood that she was long before anything else could be. Trying to fathom where she came from or how she came to be is beyond our mortal minds, as is such an understanding of her partner, Death.

  She is the mother of all life, of this world and others, and even the gods who reign over them. Nonetheless, she needed a partner in bringing such bounty into being, and she found it in her opposite, Death.

  He agreed to work with her, to labour with her, and love her. A union that saw the universe born. It took that union, his seed and her bloom, to fill it with the magic of their offspring.

  But, for all his toil, Death demanded a price: That all of her creations would eventually come home to him.

  One day Life will run short of the seed her partner gave. In the meantime, she brings more life to the worlds she has woven, and Death reaps the harvest it returns.

  The departed souls of our loved ones’ journey to his dark and cold realm, but only to stay for a while. For again, in time, they are reborn into mortal forms.

  Life and Death, though, have since become estranged.

  Now Death seeks advantage. He works to win influence amongst their divine children, the gods, and their mortal children, the races of man. He wants to control the flow of souls, not just in his dark and chill realm of the dead, but also in t
he worlds of the living.

  For souls are power.

  Glossary

  Aespen Ocean – The wide ocean to the west of Dormetia.

  Anja Vaugen – See Vaugen, Anja.

  Ansilsae, The Plain of – A barren plain on the east coast of Velsana. The site where the prophecy of the same name was issued, ending the Battle of Ansilsae. That prophecy – or divine promise – ended a civil war that would have otherwise seen the destruction of the Lae Velsanan race. The prophecy promises that plain as the site of the Eternal Capital of the Lae Velsanans’ Fifth and Final Dominion.

  Ansilsae Prophecy, The – Issued by the five gods of the Kinreda. It promises their followers, the Lae Velsanans, total and final rule over the world if they can discover and overcome the four failings of their race.

  Atalia Cerraro – See Cerraro, Atalia

  Avida – Another face of the Horned God or Terura. A god of greed, decadence, gluttony, and more. This is the Heletian name for that aspect.

  Baden, Kurt – Juvela and Pedro’s Flet coach driver.

  Baimiopia – The Holy City, capital of Greater Baimiopia, and the centre of the Church of Baimiopia.

  Ba-Mora – Inquisitor Anton’s Ship, the lone vessel dispatched with his small force from the Black Fleet to Ossard. It is named after the lost capital of the Ogres, a mountain city said to be a wonder, but sacked by Saint Baimio during the Heletian-Ogre wars. The Ogres were the fourth race of man and called the city Bar Mor.

  Baruna Discotti – See Discotti, Baruna.

  Benefice Gian Vassini – The most senior churchman of the Church of Baimiopia in Ossard. He is comfortable and somewhat corrupt, and now heading towards his more mature years.

  Black Fleet, The – The fleet of ships maintained by the Inquisition and used as their main means of travel for their various missions and regular rounds of the Heletian League states, as they hunt out heresy and the enemies of the Church of Baimiopia.

  Burnings, The – The uprising that saw the Inquisition and its Black Fleet forced out of Ossard following excessive purging and spiritual policing by the Inquisition over two decades ago.