I ran across this post today on Futility Closet and I just had to laugh, because the solution, which this UCLA professor claims he can't come up with, is so simple: have you ever encountered a fictional work that *created* a self-aware character? No? Then on what basis can you make the claim that you, a self-aware person, MIGHT be a fictional character in somebody else's work?
This is what bad epistemology will do to a person. One little out-of-context bit of nonsense and they're thrown into total confusion, unable to grasp how any knowledge is arrived at or verified. If it really were impossible to distinguish fiction from reality, we'd have no such concept as "fiction". The two are clearly different. Fictional characters don't do boring, pointless shit. Their lives are full of action and adventure. They don't have to wait in line at the DMV or do their taxes (or if they do, something interesting happens). Does your life skip instantly from one moment of interest to the next with no boring bits or pointless detours or wasted time? No? Well, then.
This simple verification should convince anyone, but here's the bit of epistemology that throws many for a further loop: people have free will. They are not automatons operated by arguments (or mystical authors), so they have the ability to still say "I'm not convinced" and claim that this demonstration, while brief, is somehow "insufficient". That doesn't mean it is, merely that they've chosen to reject it on the basis of . . . nothing.
This is a form of reversal of the burden of proof. Nobody is required to prove to you that reality exists or that it "really is" this or that. If you posit that reality is an illusion, it's up to you to prove that it IS, not up to anyone else to prove that it is NOT. I can sit here and spin nonsense all day but not one random utterance implies that someone has the responsibility to demonstrate that the moon ISN'T a magical egg laid by the Sun Goddess. Reality is self-demonstrating.
Book reviews, art, gaming, Objectivism and thoughts on other topics as they occur.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 1, 2013
It's somewhat weird to me sometimes the way people circumlocute giving and accepting invitations. Adam went up to his parents' house for Thanksgiving today. He sort of invited me, but the way he did it made it sound like I was definitely not welcome, so I didn't go. To me, if you're going to invite someone to something, you say something along the lines of "we're doing X, would you like to come?" or even, if you're REALLY gracious, "we'd like you to come if you feel like it". Instead, Adam turns around (still on the phone with his mom, too) and demands "are you coming?" So, what am I supposed to do? Randomly invite myself along? Seems rather rude to me. That's the kind of question you ask someone when they've been dithering over their decision for 20 minutes.
That's another thing that baffles me sometimes--dithering. This happens to me a lot when I'm playing DDO and I say to the guild "I'm going to run X, would anyone like to come?" A large percentage of the time, nobody says anything, which is fine. Sometimes someone will say "sure, party invite". But more often, I get some sort of weird halfway response like "eh, maybe". They then switch characters, go get a cup of coffee, read a novel, stretch, and then 20 minutes later I get a message saying "so, are you going to invite me for X or not?" to which I reply "I'm already done."
Of course, then there are the people who join you for X activity and then immediately ask if you can do Y instead. This activity hijacking is also baffling to me, but from what I can tell it's the result of people who can neither lead nor follow. They can't do things by themselves--they need or imagine they need someone to hold their hand--but they categorically refuse to put their own group together to get it done. Apparently they think the LFM (looking for more) panel has some sort of voodoo curse and if they ever put up a group they will be struck by lightning. Yet if you do bring them into the group they don't follow instructions, don't cooperate with the group, and basically contribute nothing. This is probably why they believe in the LFM voodoo curse--every time they try to build a group it falls apart because they can neither give instructions nor follow them. So the only option they're left with is to glom onto someone who is both competent and amiable. I'm not particularly amiable. If I advertise for help doing X, then I'm doing X. If you want to do Y, form your own group.
I wonder if that's really all it boils down to--people not being clear in their own minds about authority, responsibility, or leadership. You can't be decisive or get anything done if you don't know whether you're asking someone or telling them.
Nov 21, 2013
Labella Loor's information proved accurate; Crisis intercepted the Jester's Grin with very little difficulty. Fargo Vitterande was slow to marshal his crew, as though he couldn't really believe anyone would decide to attack him. The Crisis officers found him in his cabin, a small man with bad skin hiding behind four distinctly unsmall bodyguards with orcish features. "Don't let them get me!" Vitterande squeaked, struggling to get his wide bay window open. The latch came undone and the little Captain jumped out. Chopper dove after, but the bodyguards checked his advance before a hail of arrows and bullets forced them to retreat. Reiko and Ezikial between them dispatched three of the men, leaving only one left standing. He flailed ineffectually at Reiko in a desperate panic.
"Well, this is just sad," Feruzi said, lowering her bow and regarding the only remaining guard. "How about you surrender and we call it a day?"
The man dropped his cutlass. "Besmara, yes! Quarter, I beg of you!"
Feruzi nodded vaguely and went to stick her head out the window, wondering where Vitterande had gotten to. She espied the Grin's captain climbing magically up to the deck above them, his coattails vanishing as she watched. "Hey, that's my trick!" She complained. "Bastard!"
"Move!" Chopper ordered and dove out the window, yodeling dramatically. His boarding axes bit deep into the wood. When he reached the deck he could see Vitterande already on the other side of the ship--or, well, a rat-man wearing Vitterande's clothes. The Grin's captain was apparently a were-rat.
"You," Reiko said, pointing to the surrendered guard. "What are your duties aboard this ship?"
"I keep the boss safe. Or useta."
"Where is your Captain headed?"
"I dunno! 'E's prolly makin' fer one o' th' ship's boats."
"Very well," she said, and left through the door. Vitterande spotted her and began waving a white handkerchief.
"Do not shoot him!" Reiko yelled as Ezikial pushed past her, pistols at the ready and Feruzi reached the top deck with her bow. The rat-man squeaked and Ezikial's expression changed. Then he abruptly jumped overboard.
"Huh," Chopper remarked. "Someone see ta Mister Hands." He turned his attention to Vitterande. "Parley? A'ight. We'll listen. Talk."
"I can see we're no match for you, Captain. Take what you've come for and go, but leave us in peace."
"We come ta make an end of Chelish spies, sir. Ye are what we came for."
"Well, then you'll have to catch me first!"
"Hey, you already surrendered!" Feruzi protested.
"NOW you can shoot him!" Reiko said. "You crew!" she added, "if you stop your captain from escaping, you may yet live, but do not get in our way!" Feruzi charged across the deck and attempted to dive-tackle Vitterande, landing in a heap as the illusion dissolved. Chopper cursed and Reiko flinched as another spell took effect.
"Bloody witchcraft!" Chopper looked around desperately, then pointed overhead. "Yardarm!" A high-pitched squeak came from the rigging as Vitterande realized his hiding place had been discovered. Arrows impacted the wood, slicing a rope that secured the boom, which now swung loose. An enraged squeal was followed by a loud thud of something roughly man-sized hitting the deck. Vitterande became visible, pointing a wand in Feruzi's direction. She ducked as a lightning bolt ripped through the air, but not quite fast enough. Vitterande bared his teeth nastily, apparently not at all interested in surrender, and pointed the wand next at Chopper. Then he shrieked as a bullet struck his hand. The wand went flying across the deck and Reiko clubbed the rat-man on the back of his oddly-shaped head. Vitterande merely hissed, so Reiko growled and struck him again, harder this time.
"That's what I call hard-headed," she remarked, toeing the now-unconscious were-rat. The remainder of his crew hastened to surrender, and Ezikial directed the release of slaves and acquisition of numerous barrels of Old Deep Rum.
"Those barrels were property of Arronax Endymion," Reiko remarked after examining the booty.
stole them, or Endymion is in league with those devil-kissin' bastards."
"Either is entirely possible."
"Don't care," Ezikial grunted. "They're ours now."
"There's the dim possibility that Vitterande is a legitimate businessman," Feruzi offered.
"I wouldn't put money on that," Reiko said.
"Shall we try to question him, then?"
"When he comes to."
It took a few hours. Reiko was no lightweight in the punching department. Vitterande eventually came to, only to be greeted by Chopper's face shoved in front of his nose, followed by a cheery, "Ahoy!"
"Gah!" Vitterande squeaked.
"Skittish fella, aintcha."
Vitterande swallowed and smoothed his greasy hair. "Well, yeah."
"So, what's yer relationship with Captain Endymion?" Chopper demanded.
"And with the Dominator," Feruzi added.
"Oh, that's easy. I don't have one."
Chopper tsked. "
Ruse, go get Mister
Hands. Ye know he hates missin' a
"Aye, aye, Captain."
"No, seriously, Captain Carrionne just wanted to ask me about some ship that used to be called the 'Man's Promise'. Which, until now, I knew nothing about." Vitterande fidgeted nervously, scrutinizing Chopper's face. "So it's torture, is it?"
"Well, since yer dishonest."
"Nonsense, Captain. I have no reason to lie to you now."
"Ye use illusions. Yer dishonest."
"I don't think he's lying, Captain, but that means he's fairly worthless to us alive, now," Reiko said. "We cna't have him running off to give information on us."
"Hm. Well, I guess he musta, heh, acquired that fine rum from Endymion."
"Oh, is that who it belonged to?" Vitterande said, smiling slightly.
"It might be that fine Pirate Lord would take it as a kindness were we to turn the thief over to 'im. We can always use more friends on the Council." Chopper added. Vitterande's smile faded. "So we got a possible use for 'im after all, less you can think of another."
"Hey, let's not get carried away here," Vitterande protested.
"Oh? You got something you'd like to tell us then? You know I'm not very fond of slavers."
"Look, I don't know what this is about! I'm just a smuggler trying to make an honest living!"
"What are ye smugglin'? Who are ye smugglin' for?"
"In case you hadn't heard," Feruzi said, having returned with Ezikial, "this is about Cheliax preparing to invade the Shackles. Anyone could be a spy. Anyone could be providing them with assistance."
"Lady, I promise you I know nothing about it. I admit I've done some spying for Cheliax, but that was years ago! I don't know anything about any current plans in the Shackles."
"Then who might?" Chopper demanded. "Surely you know a few active agents."
"I asked around about three years back to see if there was any work, but all my contacts have . . . moved on."
"Of course, that makes me wonder . . . why did the Dominator's captain come to YOU, then. If it's been so long."
"They seemed pretty desperate, if you ask me. You guys are heroes to half the Shackles; sounds like nobody wants to give you up." Vitterrande glanced fearfully at Ezikial, who was making various alarming motions in the background. "Of course . . . could YOU use an informant?"
Chopper glanced at his officers, raising an eyebrow to ask their opinions.
"He's a wererat," Feruzi said, shrugging.
"Racist," Chopper told her.
"He's probably telling the truth," Reiko opined.
"What exactly could you inform us about," Chopper asked, "if all yer contacts have . . . gone away?"
"All my Chelish contacts," Vitterande said hastily. Chopper grunted.
"The impending invasion is sorta foremost in our minds at the moment. Still . . ."
"I can see what I can find out, Captain. I won't give you up to Carrionne or anybody else."
Feruzi chuckled. "If you're going to hire him you should probably offer him some sort of incentive to keep him honest. Otherwise he might be a tad resentful."
"Might be he'd like ta keep his ship. Might be best fer us, too."
"We did damage it just a tad."
"Yeah, but now we have a port. Repairs can be made."
Ezikial frowned. "I don't get to skin him then, Captain?"
"Not today, I'm afraid."
"Truth is, I'm a bit surprised to even be alive," Vitterande said.
"Right. Ye'll sail under our colors and turn over forty percent of yer plunder," Chopper said.
"And if you are caught smuggling slaves again . . ." Reiko added ominously.
"No, ma'am. My slaving days are done."
"Then you won't wind up wishing you had died," Ezikial growled.
Feruzi pursed her lips. "On the other hand, there's plenty of space on our new island to make yourself comfortable. Preferably far away from Ezikial."
"Really?" Vitterande looked considerably surprised. "Not many places are welcoming to . . . my kind."
"We got somethin' of a menagerie on that ruddy island already. Might as well add to it."
"Just don't bite anyone," Feruzi told him.
Nov 14, 2013
"Yet another day aboard the Crisis, sitting around waiting while our officers go off to do who-knows-what," Kulio grumbled, working the winch that lowered the forward boat and the aforementioned officers. "When do we get some action?"
Dar grunted. "Kid, you ain't ne'er had it so good. You got no notion of the stuff they cleans up afore we e'er sees it. There be horrors in the vasty deep the like of which none of us wish to be seein'."
"Well, maybe not close-up, like, but there's bound to be some stuff down there worth seeing. I didn't sign up to wait around!"
"Oh, well, mebbe I kin help you with that!" Dar winced and turned around to see Rosie standing by with an evil grin on her miniature face. The halfling had a positive talent for going completely unnoticed until you had your foot, ankle, and possibly leg up to the knee lodged firmly in your gullet. One little halfling should not be able to contain so much malevolent glee at making people regret their ill-considered statements. Kulio, the poor fool, only looked intrigued. He was a slow learner, apparently.
"You got something we can do?" Kulio asked.
"You betcha. Concho came up with an idea for seein' underwater an' I think yer just the person to try it out!" The gnome materialized, holding up a glass hemisphere the size of his chest.
"Is that a fishbowl?" Dar asked, realization dawning.
"Well, not JUST a fishbowl," Conchobar said with some asperity, looking defensive. "It screws on to this ring here, see?"
"Which you have attached to a big oiled canvas bag, I detect," Kulio said.
"And a hose," Rosie added.
"And some weights!" Conchobar finished.
"So, what yer have invented here," Dar said dryly, "Is an ehr-normus fishing lure."
"No, it's an underwater survey apparatus!" Conchobar corrected hotly.
"Into which yer intend to seal one of the crewmembers."
"We can pump air down the hose to inflate the bag, and they can tell us what they see by shouting back down the hose," Rosie explained.
"Yer have lost yer--" Dar began, only to be interrupted mid-sentence.
"I'll give it a go," Kulio said. Dar spluttered.
"Yer ALL mad," he managed, finally. "I warsh me hands of ye."
It took some time--and cussing--to stuff Kulio into the oiled sack and secure the fishbowl. Not wanting to be completely helpless, Kulio made sure to take along a selection of knives and keep them in easy reach. If everything went to pot, he was going to cut himself out of the sack and to hell with Conchobar's test. The gnome finally declared the preparations complete, attached the hose, and Insawa helped Dar unceremoniously dump the bag-of-Kulio overboard, where it slowly sank in a cloud of bubbles. Rosie hurried to the pump and began working.
"Ooh, not as airtight as I was hoping," Conchobar muttered. "ARE YOU ALL RIGHT DOWN THERE, KULIO?!?" he shouted, pressing his ear to the end of the hose.
"S A LITTLE DAMP!!"
"Sorry about that! Can you see anything!?"
"Glass's all fogged up, dammit!"
"Oo, that's a point," Conchobar said, making a note on a clipboard. "Can you wipe it off?!"
"Yah, yah, I can see a bit. It's awful dark down here, though! I can see the officers! They're swimming down toward this wrecked ship on the bottom!"
"An . . . BESMARA'S TITS! Those are some bloody enormous sharks! I never seen sharks so big! Pull me up! They're coming!"
"No!" Conchobar yelled, batting Dar away from the winch. "It's fine, Kulio, the sharks are far away!"
"NO THEY ARE NOT!!!"
"The glass is like a telescope! Everything will look much closer than it really is!"
"Are you SURE?!"
"I made the thing, after all!"
"Damn near pissed myself. Oh, no, what are they doing . . . they're ATTACKING the SHARKS." A series of loud booms echoed up the hose. "Besmara, what the hell! My ears are ringing! There's shark bits everywhere!"
"That kind of sounded like a pistol," Rosie remarked.
"It did, didn't it," Conchobar agreed. A massive corpse suddenly surfaced off the starboard side of the ship. "Wow, that is big." Another series of booms followed several seconds later, along with more hysterical shrieks from Kulio, and a second corpse joined the first.
"PULL ME UP!!!"
"Don't be a sissy!" Rosie bellowed. "The sharks are dead!"
"Imma wring yer little halfling neck!" Kulio yelled.
"You and what army? What else is happening?"
"Nothing, they're just swimming down to this coral maze. It's kinda pretty, really."
"Well, let us know when something else happens."
Long minutes of back-and-forth "Anything?" "No!" followed. Rosie made Dar take a turn at the pump.
"Oh, hey, something's happening!" Kulio shouted. "There's this kind of blue glow . . ."
Rosie pointed overboard. The seawater was, indeed, glowing faintly. "What is it?" she demanded.
"I dunno. Can't really see." A spark leapt from the pump to Dar's arm and he winced, cursing. Conchobar's eyes went wide.
"Everybody down!" the gnome screamed. The blue glow pulsed. Electricity arced from the water, forming tiny glowing balls that danced like fairy lights and vanished with a crackling, sizzling noise. The pump squealed as it violently overheated and burst.
"Wow, what a show!" Kulio shouted. "This is amazing!" Then: "Hey, the bag is shrinking!"
"Just hang on!" Conchobar shouted. "A little technical problem up here . . .!"
"Hey! Pull me up!"
"Not yet!" An enormous jellyfish, glowing faintly blue, surfaced alongside the ship.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
"Screw this, I'm outta here!" Kulio announced. Ripping noises echoed up the tube, then gurgling noises. The water bubbled violently.
"Gosh, I hope he's all right," Conchobar said, peering over the side.
"No thanks to you," Dar told him. A long minute passed, then Kulio surfaced, gasping and waving a knife.
"Imma . . . kill . . . all . . . you . . . fuckers . . ."
Conchobar grinned and pulled out his clipboard again. "Experiment success!" he enthused. Kulio glared up at him. He eyed the rope leading from the winch down into the water. He fingered his knife. Conchobar screamed in horror as Kulio neatly severed the rope that was holding the apparatus to the ship; it instantly vanished into the water. The hose parted company with the ruined pump with a slurping sound and followed in mechanical solidarity.
"Noooo!" Conchobar yelled. "My fishbowl!"
"Had enough adventure, I take it?" Dar asked as they hauled Kulio back aboard.
"Yes, thank you."
The officers soon returned and the remainder of the afternoon was spent hauling goods up from the ocean floor. "That's how it should be," Kulio announced. "Exciting adventure, then loot."
"Sadly, there's nothing back on shore ter spend it on," Dar grumbled.
"Something will turn up," Kulio said.
"Your optimism is starting ter annoy me." Yet, when they reached the dock, now nearly completed, there was another surprise awaiting: a crowd of scantily-clad women, clearly waiting for Crisis to return. The crew gathered at the side of the ship to gape while the officers climbed down to speak to them. The ladies and the officers headed toward the now-repaired fort while Rosie returned to the ship.
"What's going on?" Dar demanded.
"They're prostitutes," Rosie said, shaking her head. "They want some kind of asylum or somethin'. Think the Cap'n's gonna accept."
"Did you PLAN that?!" Dar demanded.
Oct 22, 2013
Ezikial winced as Sandara's spell took effect, restoring his eyesight. The first thing he saw was the Dreamstone sitting on the chartroom table with both Reiko and Feruzi glaring at it as though they could force it to render up its secrets through sheer willpower. Leila, Rosie, and Conchobar sat perched around the edges of the room. Ezikial's hand went automatically to his flask. A swallow of rum only dulled the headache brought on by the morning sunlight glinting through the windows.
"As nearly as I can determine," Feruzi said, finally, "smashing the stone would solve most of our problems."
"Would that get us th' Cap'n back?" Sandara asked.
"It should. That's how the spell works . . . although it's generally supposed to be much more limited in scope."
"Dispel it?" Ezikial suggested, looking at Sandara, who shrugged.
"I'm less sure what the effect of that would be, if she even can manage it," Feruzi said. "I wish I had more books."
"Might be nice ter 'ave that genie still 'ere," Sandara said softly.
"There was a genie?" Leila asked eagerly.
"Are you willing to risk the Captain's life by smashing the stone without knowing exactly what will happen?" Reiko asked.
Feruzi held up her hands. "Tell me what you require to be certain enough and I will try to provide it. If you think I'm not knowledgeable enough, that is fine. Who else would you like to consult? We could ask Durgrin, or any other spellcaster you know. Of course, it would take two days at minimum for them to receive the message and send a reply."
Reiko shrugged. "Do what you think is best," she said, and left the room.
Ezikial rubbed his face. "I know that this is out of character for me, but in this case I would prefer to wait and be sure rather than risk Chopper's very existence."
"Do you know anyone better than Durgrin to ask?" Feruzi said. Ezikial looked at Sandara.
"Sister? Do you have any words of wisdom on this dilemma?"
Sandara shook her head. "It's magic beyond me means. Th' Master o' th' Gales might know, but I reckon askin' fer help'd make us look bad."
Feruzi grimaced. "We could ask Ukele . . ."
"An' Pierce is a sorcerer," Sandara added.
Feruzi's relief was almost palpable. "Yes! Or Pierce!"
"I could cast a sending. That'd be faster than two days," Sandara suggested. Feruzi extended her hands in a 'well, go on' gesture. The cleric thought for a moment, counting words on her fingers, and then cast the spell. A few moments later she made a peculiar face. "'E says Feruzi's right. Think I woke 'im up, but he still checked. Must be love or somethin'."
Feruzi gestured from Ezikial to the stone. "Do you want to do the honors?"
"Are you sure you wish me to do this?"
Feruzi nodded. "The suspense is killing me."
Rosie spoke up for the first time. "Does that mean I get t' yell 'fire in the hole'?" she asked.
"That it does, Rosie-luv, that it does," Ezikial said, drawing his pistol and taking aim. Rosie's bellow shook the room and was probably audible on shore. It almost succeeded in drowning out the pistol report that turned the Stone into powder. Screaming, ghostly shapes filled the room, most dissipating almost instantly. One seemed to hover, gaining solidity, and then Chopper faded into existence.
"--AAAAAAAUUUUUUUGhhhhhhhh!!!!" he screamed, then seemed to realize that nothing was happening and tapered off to a confused silence.
"Captain on the deck!" Conchobar announced happily, clicking his heels and saluting. Feruzi's legs went all limp and she sat down rather abruptly. Chopper's eyes darted from side to side as he adjusted to this new situation. He accepted the flask Ezikial extended and took a cautious swallow.
"Besmara be praised!" Sandara called.
"She's a regular visitor on our ship," Ezikial said.
"What. The fuck. Happened." Chopper demanded, enunciating with great care.
"You touched something you shouldn't have," Feruzi announced. "Again." She lurched to her feet and helped Chopper to his, dusted his clothes off, and hugged him around the chest. He still looked too bewildered to protest.
"How . . . why are we back on Crisis?"
"Er . . . where did you expect us to go?" Feruzi asked.
"No, I mean . . . dammitall, woman," Chopper growled. He paused and took a deep breath. "What happened after I . . . well, it felt like I suddenly and violently ceased to exist." He shuddered.
"You got . . . sort of . . . sucked into the stone, when you touched it. So we grabbed it and came back here," Feruzi explained.
"Why didn't it suck you in, too?"
"I didn't touch it."
"You. Know. What. I. Mean."
"Reiko picked it up, but she seems to be all right. I think she managed to resist the stone's influence," Feruzi explained, then added, under her breath, "possibly all the crabbiness made her immune."
"An' then Ezikial blew it t' bits," Sandara added. "It was the only way t' get yer back."
"But you're back now so everything should be all right," Feruzi said with an unconvincing attempt at a smile.
"Well, now that we have no stone, what is your plan for taking care of the ghost?" Reiko asked from the doorway.
"I had this vague scenario in mind where we kill him for being an evil sonofabitch," Feruzi said dryly, "but I'm open to suggestions."
"Th' stone was what were keepin' it in the Material plane. Now that it's gone, if'n we kill it, it'll die fer good. I think," Sandara said.
"Eh, kilt one ghost already, what's another, I suppose," Chopper said.
"Shall we go, then?" Feruzi asked. "We're running short on days to get this island cleaned up before the pirate lords arrive."
"Aye, fine," Chopper said.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Feruzi asked him.
"No," Chopper said, honestly. Feruzi made a move as if to reach out again, then abandoned it with a helpless shrug when Chopper shot her a stern look. He gave her a fractional nod, grateful for the intention, and they set off to join Ezikial, Reiko, and Sandara in the boat.
The vault where they had encountered Otongu before was unchanged, but there was no sign of the ghost. Chopper looked around, edgy. "Ye reckon he kens our intent?" The last few words were spoken in a cloud of vapor as the air grew frigid.
"I would guess so, Captain," Ezikial said dryly.
Sandara cried out. "He's tryin' t' get inside me!"
Chopper drew his axes, then cursed. "Fook! How do we fight somethin' we can't see?!"
Sandara screamed in an effort of desperate will, and the ghost of Bikendi Otongu manifested, hissing in rage and summoning arcane power. Sandara shrieked again as the phantasmal horror assaulted her mind for the second time. She reeled, struggling with images of horror.
Reiko struck the ghost with her enchanted katana, dispersing a fraction of its ethereal substance, followed by a volley of pistol bullets as Ezikial strove to force Otongu back away from Sandara. The cleric called on Besmara for aid as Chopper advanced. Otongu reached out, ghostly fingers singing with cold, and grasped at Ezikial, who gasped in agony. Otongu grinned as his apparent wounds faded away, then vanished again.
"Show yourself, you coward!" Reiko shouted. A wave of healing energy filled the room and the invisible ghost snarled. Chopper hacked maliciously at the source of the sound and was rewarded by feeling some faint resistance; Otongu reappeared before him.
"DIE!" the ghost snarled, and Chopper felt his strength pulled from his body. He struggled simply to stay on his feet as the ghost vanished again.
"Did you imagine a few pitiful mortals could defeat me?!" Otongu hissed, reappearing and reaching again for Chopper. Reiko's sword and Feruzi's arrow caught him simultaneously, and he screamed, dispersing in a way that looked terribly final.
"Yes," Feruzi said. She shivered. "I really hate that guy. But he did leave us some stuff," she added, gesturing to the crates stacked around the room.
Among the scattered possessions, Reiko discovered a journal written in cipher and put it away to translate later. With Otongu dead, the Crisis crew was now firmly in possession of the fort. A flurry of activity followed as Reiko dispatched messages calling for masons and carpenters to repair the badly-damaged structure and erect a dock. Crisis disgorged materiel and crew. Reiko took time off from overseeing the cleanup to work on Otongu's journal while Sandara went about restoring the teleportation circle in the tower basement. A few cautious tests demonstrated that it could indeed be used for transportation to the ruins of Sumitha several miles away.
"Ye find anythin' in that there book?" Sandara asked Reiko, who nodded.
"It describes Otongu's plan to create the Dreamstone. But there is something odd here." Reiko showed her the book and Sandara frowned.
"There be magic about it." The cleric cast a quick spell, and two of the pages split apart, revealing a map to an offshore location. Sandara grinned. "Jackpot."
They explored the remainder of the island while they waited for the workers to arrive, clearing away a few pests and discovering a shipwreck that contained some valuable goods. The workers began to arrive and relieve the crew of their tasks, letting them range further afield. Chopper discovered some footprints on the beach and the officers went to investigate, discovering a concealed grotto and, oddly, the sound of singing.
"Um, hello?" Feruzi called, mystified. "Is someone there?"
"Hello!" a woman's voice called. "Come on in, the water is perfect?"
"Perhaps you'll come to the shore to speak to us first?" Reiko asked. A woman's head broke the surface of the water and she lazily swam toward them, long dark hair doing little to conceal her nudity. Her eyes and ears came to sharp points, indicating Fey origin. She lazily draped a shawl over the rocks and sat down, smiling.
"Welcome, friends, I am Sefina."
"Er . . ." Chopper said urbanely.
Feruzi bit her lip, trying not to grin. "Greetings."
"It is nice to meet you, Ms. Sefina," Reiko said.
"Oh the pleasure is mine! This is my grotto. Who are you?"
Reiko quickly made introductions. "You have a lovely home. We wouldn't want to intrude. Do you have many visitors?"
A faint frown crossed Sefina's features. "The cyclopes, sometimes. I always hide until they go away." She smiled. "You are already more interesting than they ever were."
"I doubt they will be much of a bother any more," Reiko said.
"We will be setting up housekeeping somewhat nearby," Feruzi said. "Perhaps we can become friends."
Sefina clapped her hands. "Oh, I would love that! I'd love that ever so much! May I visit your house?"
"You are welcome to," Reiko said. "I don't suppose I can ask what you are? I have not encountered one of your kind before, so I am curious."
"Of course! I am a nereid, a spirit of the water."
"Er . . ." Chopper remarked. Reiko glanced at him.
"Well, you are lovely indeed. So much so that you seem to have captured our Captain's tongue. Would it be too much to ask that you wear something a bit less revealing when you are among our crew? Most are honorable enough and will keep their hands to themselves, but there is no need to test their resolve."
"Oh! I always forget how mortals can be," Sefina said, collecting her shawl and draping it over herself toga-style. Of course, it wasn't a very large shawl, so the effect wasn't particularly modest, but at least Chopper recovered himself a bit. He bowed and Sefina laughed, promising to visit later. Then they all left.
The dock was coming together nicely on the following day when they set off toward the waterfall cliffs, where alarmed workers had reported seeing shadows and something flying around. The rocks were sheer and vertical, slimed from the violent spray of the churning water. Feruzi scowled up at what appeared to be a cave of sorts quite near the top of the rocks.
"I should probably climb up and see what that is," she said. Chopper grinned.
"Stink!" a loud, deep voice bellowed before she could begin climbing. "Hate stink! Wait. KNOW stink! Who go there?"
"Er, Feruzi?" she said.
"Aieee, small sharp one!"
"We mean you no harm," Reiko called. "Please show yourself."
"Is that . . .Morgu?" Feruzi asked, suddenly realizing why the voice sounded familiar.
"Morgus," Chopper corrected.
"Oops, yes, that."
The manticore's face appeared over the edge far above them. "Morgus knows you."
"Hot damn!" Chopper enthused as the creature half-hopped, half-flew down the cliff and landed in front of them. "I hoped we'd meet again someday."
"Morgus hoped too. Morgus owes freedom to you."
"What are you doing here?" Feruzi asked.
"Home here now. One-eyed devils were here. Morgus drove away."
"This is our home now, too," Feruzi said. The manticore's chest puffed up as he considered this.
"This bit is your territory, aye?" Chopper said.
"Yes! This belong Morgus. But you welcome in my kingdom," the manticore added magnanimously, nodding his head. Chopper sketched a bow.
"Much oblighed, yer Majesty."
"We'll have to let everyone know not to shoot at him," Feruzi mused. "He might shoot back and they won't enjoy that much. At all."
"I see all from up here," Morgus said, beaming at them. "Will warn you of dangers."
"We'd appreciate that," Chopper said.
The manticore preened. "Morgus good king."
After chatting some more with the manticore, they headed back to the fort, only to find the Bonaventure anchored in the cove. Feruzi squeaked happily and charged down to the dock, where Pegsworthy scooped her up. Freeing a hand, he waved at Chopper and the others.
"I have some news about our Chelish spy problem," he said.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 17, 2013
Bereft of their leader, the remaining cyclopes avoided contact, leaving the Crisis officers generally in command of Sumitha. Sandara healed the worst of their injuries while they surveyed the ruins.
"So, I guess we go look at the 'wish woman' now?" Feruzi asked.
"Aye, I reckon," Chopper said. They approached the outdoor monument in the center of the ruins, a raised dais surrounded by decorative archways and alabaster columns. The triangular pool at the center shimmered and a vaguely female form--giant-sized--manifested.
"Welcome," she said.
"So, what's the what, now?" Chopper muttered.
"Greetings," the woman said. "I am Vailea, the marid."
"More ghosts?" Feruzi asked.
"I am no ghost, but a creature of elemental water, trapped here in the waning days of Ghol-Gan by ancient cyclopean magics."
Feruzi crossed her arms over her chest. "And I take it you want our help to get loose?" She looked at Chopper pointedly. "I don't suppose there's any use in pretending we're not going to help."
"I will not deny that I greatly desire this, but I can only be freed if someone uses one of my wishes to free me."
"Wishes?" Chopper asked. "Elaborate."
"I may grant one wish a year. This, and my power to travel the planes, are why the cyclopes trapped me here. Why I suffered their abuse. Of course, the only elders powerful enough to command my services died or fled this place centuries ago. I have watched Ishtoreth and his tribe struggle with famine, fearful that they would completely die out and I would be trapped forever, truly alone, with no one to wish me free."
"My mother always said that magical wishes were generally more trouble than they were worth," Feruzi said.
"Your mother is wise, but it is the genie that will twist the words if she is so inclined."
Reiko pursed her lips. "Perhaps we can come to a mutual agreement."
"Could do that," Chopper agreed. "Lookin' ta exorcise a ghost down at the fort. Anythin' you can tell us ta help with that? Said summat about a dreamstone. I think."
"Ah, yes, that which once was the lens of revelation. The wizard corrupted it. Ishtoreth, knowing no better, returned it to the Eye of Serenity. That was a poor decision."
"What's in the Eye o' Serenity?" Chopper asked. "Other than the lens-stone?"
"A guardian of some kind. Ishtoreth called it a gholdako. In addition, one must be blinded to enter the Eye."
Feruzi blinked. "What, permanently?"
"Not necessarily. The cyclopes commonly used irthaval essence to temporarily blind themselves. If one blinded person approaches the barrier it will allow you all to enter, but simply closing your eyes or wearing a blindfold is not enough."
"Irritating cleverness, there," Chopper grumbled.
"The Lens was sacred to them. IT still is, but the thing that it has become now hungers for living souls."
"The smashing option is looking better and better," Feruzi said.
"So what happens if we remove the Lens?" Reiko asked.
"Removing it should keep it from trying to harm you--if you can reach it. Time is different in the Eye of Serenity. Slower. The ancient seers found it useful for their divinations." The marid nodded at Sandara. "Your divine power might keep the gem's magic at bay."
"Do you know where we can find some of this ithravel?" Feruzi asked.
"There must be some still in the ruins."
Feruzi nodded. "Well, then it seems to be time to move on. It will be dark soon and I don't fancy spending the night here until we have that stone dealt with."
"As you wish," Vailea said. "I will be here if you have need of me."
Feruzi looked over at Chopper. "Wish her loose and let's go."
He nodded. "Ye got one handy?"
Vailea's blue eyes lit. "Truly? I am capable of granting a wish, effendi."
"It might be better to wait until we have the stone dealt with," Reiko objected. "It's already been hundreds of years for her, what's a few more days?"
Chopper made a face. "I wish you were free of the captivity lain on you by the cyclopes," he said instead of arguing.
"Ah, freedom at last!" Vailea murmured. "I shall find a way to repay your kindness, Captain. You have claimed this island as your own, yes?"
"We're working on it," Feruzi said dryly.
"Then I will know where to find you." Bowing deeply, the genie vanished.
Reiko sighed. "A few more days of slavery when I could end it now? Too long," Chopper told her.
"That, and there's always the temptation to put it off," Feruzi said, seemingly to herself. "What's one more year? One more decade? Very easy to get into bad habits that way."
"That was not my intention, Ms. Feruzi. And you should know that."
"Intentions are all well and good, but deeds are deeds."
Reiko's face when stony. "I will see you all back on the ship."
"Aw, don' go 'way sore, Reiko, we still got work t' do . . . " Sandara called as the samurai walked off.
Ezikial grunted. "The 'wish woman' is freed, the cyclops king is dead, we know how to get to the dreamstone, and I'm running out of whiskey. Can we go back to the ship now?" he asked in a bored tone.
"Nah, ye'll shoot some o' the crew in this state o' mind," Chopper said. "Let's find some blindroot."
They went exploring down the side passages, many choked with rubble from rock falls. One hall held a pair of runed circles and columns carved in the likeness of female cyclopes. Recent giant tracks disturbed the dust coating the floor. As the group approached, the statues began to move, reaching out toward them. Ezikial, always ready, pulled a pistol and fired, sending stone chips flying.
"Bollocks," Chopper announced and whacked away at the other statue. The stone was hard, but somewhat brittle, and his enchanted weapons cracked it handily. The bullet-pocked statue swung a stony falchion at Ezikial, who dodged backward but not quite quickly enough, receiving a bloody cut that laid his forehead open. Cursing, he fired again, bursting the statue's knee and sending it toppling to the ground, where it broke into several pieces. Chopper ducked by reflex as Feruzi fired directly over his shoulder, magical arrows wrecking the remaining construct's torso, but its arms still swung, dealing Chopper a ferocious wound. Sandara winced and skittered across the floor to land a healing spell on him while Ezikial reload as quickly as he could. The statue creaked as it turned, aiming toward the fast-moving cleric, then its head exploded into rubble as Ezikial fired both of his pistols at once. Reiko walked in to see that everything was under control.
"Welcome back," Chopper said, dabbing at his injuries and wincing.
"So was that the guardian or do we get an extra special surprise?" Feruzi asked. She looked around and pointed at the rune circles on the floor. "It's possible we could use these circles to teleport between here and the fortress when Sandara gets a chance to fix the one back there."
The next chamber was a great dome containing an interior structure that mimicked its shape, a thirty-foot egg with stone stairs climbing its side to a stone wall carved to resemble an immense eye. Runes traced the stone, glowing faintly. Two doors and another passage led out of the chamber. Skirting the obviously magical structure in the center, Feruzi opened the first door and found nothing but a wall of silent darkness. She blinked at it, slowly, and then closed the door again.
"Well, that just looks harmless," she remarked. The other door opened into a storeroom filled with crates and a positive stench of musky incense. Ezikial took one sniff and nodded.
"I believe that incense is what we need, Captain," he said.
"Perfect. Grab some."
"It can be addictive and it makes you blind and opens the mind for an hour or so," Ezikial added. Feruzi checked down the remaining hall, looking for anything dangerous, and discovered only a heavy door. There was no apparent mechanism, but it was solidly locked.
"I can get that door," Ezikial said, coming up behind her. Feruzi blinked again and scurried back up the hall, ducking around the corner and covering her ears. Chopper grinned.
"Stand back, Reiko, 's gonna get loud."
Ezikial strategically set out a few grenades, then also ran for cover, his face stretched in an alarming expression. An appalling blast shook the hall, followed by a shower of door bits and a rain of dust and small pebbles. Ezikial pumped his fists, rangy arms projecting from their sleeve cuffs. "WHOOOO!" he screamed.
The ancient vault revealed behind the now-reduced door was full of urns, chests, and strange relics of a bygone age. Feruzi muttered a spell and surveyed the treasure, pulling out items that radiated magic and setting them aside.
Sandara frowned at the pile of booty. "Uh, d'ye want me t' start identifyin' this stuff NOW, or later on?"
"Later," Chopper said.
"So do we attempt to assault the eye?" Feruzi asked.
Chopper scratched his chin. "Not rightly sure."
"If I follow what that genie were sayin, then channelin' kin keep th' gem from hurtin' us," Sandara said. "But one of us needs t' be blind t' lower th' barrier."
"Shall I do this?" Ezikial volunteered.
"Blind the gunner?" Chopper asked. "Seems cruel. Nah, I'll take this herb. Ye'll just have to see me out safely again, aye?"
Ezikial actually looked disappointed. Or perhaps it was just his usual face. "It would be like a three day bender for me."
"You can always keep some to try later," Feruzi said.
Chopper lit the incense and settled down to wait for the effects. "This is a hell of a thing," he said after a minute or so. "I can . . . well, see ain't the right word, exactly, but I know where the doors be an' I can pass through 'em now." He stood and climbed the stairs toward the giant eye carving. Sandara winced and made a gesture of warding. Chopper walked up to the stone wall and kept going, passing right through. The room seemed to vanish around them in a flash of light and a new, oval chamber appeared. A single large crystal rested atop a silver pedestal. Two large statues flanked it, and beside it a withered cyclops corpse wrapped in bandages lay on the floor. The oppressive weight of evil and magic filled the chamber and the mummified cyclops rose to its feet.
Ezikial fired as Reiko drew her katana. The monster hissed as Chopper skirted it, bent on getting the Eye. Sandara followed him, muttering a prayer under her breath--the feel of evil lessened very slightly. The gholdako belched a cloud of noxious gas; Reiko held her breath and ducked, but Ezikial gasped at the stink. "BESMARA!" he screamed, raising his hands toward his eyes. The monster clawed at Reiko with filthy, diseased fingers and Ezikial fired blind, knocking it to the ground in a pile of disconnected bones and rags, but the respite was brief--a ray of golden light shot from the dreamstone and struck the gholdako. Slowly, the mummy began to knit back together. Reiko drew her wakizashi and attempted to further disrupt it, reeling as the light hit her and she felt her life drawn viciously away.
Chopper scooped up the stone and stiffened in shock--his scream was cut off as he abruptly vanished. The sound galvanized Ezikial, who staggered blindly toward the pillar. "What just happened?!" he demanded. "Captain?!"
"Not sure how long I kin keep this up!" Sandara cried, waving her holy symbol at the pulsing, glowing stone.
"Feruzi, get Ezikial out of here!" Reiko commanded.
"I'm moving!" Ezikial growled. "What happened to Chopper, dammit?"
"We'll sort it out once we get away," Feruzi told him, trying to edge him toward the door, but Ezikial was having none of it. Reiko ran toward the gem. She winced as her hand touched it, but she managed to dump it off the edge of the pedestal. Instantly the light winked out and the gholdako stopped moving.
"So, wha' happens now?" Sandara asked. "Ezikial's . . . blind? I can pray fer that in the morning. What happened ter Chopper?"
"That's what I want to know," Ezikial growled.
"I believe that was some variant of a soul-trapping effect," Feruzi said. "Smashing the gem should--I think--free Chopper."
"We should be certain of that before smashing anything," Reiko announced, panting. "And will that help us with our other problem? We should be sure of that as well."
"It will end the curse, but Otongu's spirit will likely be furious," Feruzi explained.
"I'm suren sommat this evil needs to stay outta his mitts," Sandara said.
"I quite agree," Reiko said.
Oct 11, 2013
I just came up with a delightfully nasty way to enforce traffic regulations that wouldn't require any patrol cars, just some people to watch video footage: allow people to install a dash cam with an OnStar-like system that can send the footage to a central processing station. If you record someone with your dash cam in a traffic violation (running a red light, cutting somebody off, failure to signal, etc.), they get a fine via the mail and you get half when they pay it.
I'm not in favor of "Big Brother" watching, but enabling people to watch each other is often quite beneficial. And, this would be hilarious. Heck, I caught someone today for:
a.) talking on cell phone while driving
b.) cutting me off
c.) changing lanes without signalling
All within 3 minutes. Anybody so recklessly incapable should be fined until they have to sell their car and walk.
I'm not in favor of "Big Brother" watching, but enabling people to watch each other is often quite beneficial. And, this would be hilarious. Heck, I caught someone today for:
a.) talking on cell phone while driving
b.) cutting me off
c.) changing lanes without signalling
All within 3 minutes. Anybody so recklessly incapable should be fined until they have to sell their car and walk.
Oct 8, 2013
After spending the night on the Crisis, the executive officers left Leila in charge of the ship and took the ship's boat, passing the Chelish fortress and rowing upriver until they reached a placid lake. They pulled the boat up on the eastern shore and discovered this area was not a trackless wilderness after all--someone had built a gigantic corral out of whole trees nearby. It was an imposing, if crude, edifice, yet it clearly hadn't been imposing enough. The beams lay broken and smashed on the ground and massive clawed footprints led away into--or, more accurately, over--the brush.
"What the fook made that?" Chopper asked.
"More dinosaurs, it looks like," Feruzi said, surveying the prints.
"Probably a big herbivore," she told him, grinning. "Isn't that a great word? Herbivore."
"Ah, less bitey, then."
"It is most likely a triceratops," Reiko said. She gestured toward the treeline, where some hulking shapes were not-particularly-well concealed, if you knew what you were looking for. One of them raised its head and fixed a wary gaze on the Crisis crew. Chopper looked down at the dolphin-engraved ring on his hand.
"Time ta see if this thing works, says I." He took off, heading straight for the two immense beasts.
"And I am without a damn cannon . . ." Ezikial grumbled as everyone hurried after the Captain. The larger beast, probably male, turned to face Chopper and lowered its head, snorting and stomping around aggressively. The smaller dinosaur bellowed loudly.
"Adorable," Chopper remarked, and waved his ring at the male. The dinosaur's disposition changed immediately, and it ceased its posturing, emitting a low, deep rumble.
"Blow me down," Sandara said, "is that thing purrin'?"
"'Course it is," Chopper said. "I'm drippin' with animal magnetism."
Reiko sighed. "I suppose that is . . . possible."
Chopper began petting the big dinosaur, or trying to, at least, its hide was thick and knobby. The smaller dinosaur hunkered down until its stomach was almost scraping the ground, and inched forward as Chopper pulled some apples from his pockets and began sharing them with the larger one.
"They ain't so bad when they ain't demon-blooded, I reckon?" Sandara pondered.
"They're like big cows," Feruzi said. She winced as Chopper tried to convince the big one to let him up on its back, although the dinosaur proved amenable to this procedure. Chopper whacked it on the shoulder and it set off, casually shrugging brush and small saplings out of its way. Taking yet another apple out of his pocket, Chopper impaled it on a stick and used this crude lure to direct the beast. Sandara shook her head.
"Well, there's somethin' ye don't see every day."
"As long as he doesn't want to take it aboard the ship," Ezikial grumbled.
They reached the base of the island's interior plateau without incident, although the dinosaurs were beginning to look restless and Chopper was running low on apples. This close it was much more apparent just how high this highland was, easily five hundred feet in altitude. Some thoughtful Cyclopes had built a stair of sorts, into the precipitous slope, a series of chest-high blocks that zigzagged across the stone revealed underneath the surface soil and vegetation. The dinosaurs weren't built for such acrobatics, so Chopper tossed them the rest of his apples and bid them farewell.
The climb was exhausting but the view from the top was certainly spectacular. An overgrown highway of quarried stone led away from the stair toward a cluster of stony hills--the location, according to Bikendi Otongu, of Sumitha.
"Have you thought about what you intend to say to these Cyclopes?" Feruzi asked while they sat panting in the grass.
"Ye got the Dreamstone, aye? Give 'er here. More 'r less."
"I have a suspicion that if you start out with demands we may have to exterminate them. Not sure how well that appeals to you."
Chopper stroked his chin. "Mayhap I should appeal to their cyclopanity." Sandara laughed at this and rolled her eyes.
"It never hurts to try offering something they want, if we can think of anything," Feruzi said.
"What, like another eye? I got no talent fer deception. I mean ta give it to 'em straight. We're lookin' ta break the curse. I fthey ain't amenable, well, we've got a few fistfuls o' pain ta be servin' up, don't we?"
"You could always challenge their leader to a duel or something," Feruzi said, dubious.
Chopper snorted. "Me? Inna duel? I ain't the Captain 'cos I'm the best fighter among us."
"He's unarmed in a battle of wits, too," Ezikial muttered.
"I heard that, Mister Hands. So's yer face."
"That dinna make any sense," Sandara said.
"So's yer face always makes sense."
"Never mind him, Sandi, he's sober," Ezikial said.
The stone highway led eventually to a gap between the hills and a number of partially-ruined, hulking buildings surrounded by stone walls with a number of pillared entrances. Chopper halted and waved to the trees on either side of them. "Trap," he said, pointing out a net strung between two trees. They skirted around it and surveyed the ruins.
"So what do we do now, knock?" Feruzi suggested.
"That ain't a half-bad idea," Chopper said.
"Well, if you're looking for a loud noise, that's Ezikial's department." Ezikial shrugged, not wanting to fire his pistols wastefully, so Feruzi stuck her fingers in her mouth and gave a piercing whistle. Two Cyclopes emerged from a central building, one headed rapidly up a side path while the other shouldered a crossbow the size of a ballista and fired.
"Oh, now that's just rude," Feruzi said, dodging the bolt.
"Stop this right now!" Reiko yelled. "We only came to talk!"
"So talk," the cyclops grunted. "Why you come to Sumitha?
"We want to speak to your leader," Reiko said.
"Ishtoreth no speak outsider."
"Well, then we have a problem, and because we have a problem, you have a problem. If you don't want your life snuffed out before you can even blink, you will let us speak to Ishtoreth-san." Ezikial cocked his pistols with ominous double-clicks.
"No snuff Junlo!" one of the giants said. The other glared.
"Fine, you take to Ishtoreth."
"You come," Junlo announced, and began trooping toward a set of massive double doors set into the hillside. Chopper sheathed his weapons and followed, his crew trailing behind. As they drew nearer the structures the faint pressure of a telepathic contact seized them.
"Help me . . . the Cyclopes have held me here since the waning days of Ghol-Gan . . . my name is Vailea . . . I am in the pool not far from you . . ."
"Oi, Junlo," Chopper called. "What's with the tart in the pool?"
"Ishtoreth's wish woman. He tell you."
The double doors led into a huge chamber only weakly illuminated by smoky oil lamps suspended overhead. Very large sleeping pallets covered most of the floor space and two more sets of doors led both north and south. Junlo led them to the north doors, to a room with columns carved in the shape of more cyclopes in decorative armor. In the northeast corner a single heavy cyclops sat on a cushion made from an animal hide of unknown provenance next to a pile of bones and a number of dinosaur skulls. The one-eyed giant heaved himself to his feet, using his greatclub as a prop for his bulk.
"You bring intruder to Hall of Champions!?" he roared.
"Oi, you sayin' I ain't a champion?" Chopper protested.
"Captain," Reiko admonished.
Feruzi shook her head as Chopper ignored Reiko and kept talking. "Need yer Dreamstone thingy."
"Captain!" Reiko growled. "Mr. Ishtoreth, our fort, on the other side of our island, is infested with ghosts and shades. We require a certain gemstone in order to rid ourselves of this infestation. It has come to our attention that such a gemstone exists here in your fort."
"Lens of Revelation belongs to Ghol-Gan. Belongs in Eye of Serenity. Others take it before. They die."
"We'll return it when we are done with it," Reiko said. "On that you have my word as a samurai." She cleared her throat and muttered under her breath, "Assuming we don't destroy it in the process."
"Better idea," Ishtoreth said. "I kill you, I eat you, Lens stay here."
"'S an option, sure," Chopper said, grinning. "Ye can try."
Ezikial needed no further invitation. "BESMARA!" he bellowed, firing his pistols and punching bloody holes in the great cyclops's hide. Ishtoreth did not appear dismayed, but he snarled in pain as Reiko leapt forward and hacked his muscular leg with her sword. Junlo, watching this, scurried--as much as a giant could scurry--toward the southern doors, only to be intercepted by Chopper. Confused, and distracted by the flurry of, to him, tiny axes, the smaller cyclops made a perfect target for Feruzi, who converted him to a pincushion.
Ishtoreth's greatclub caught Reiko in the stomach, picking her up bodily and launching her across the room. The air seemed to vibrate as the giant continued his strike, landing another pulverizing blow. Reiko scrabbled at the stone, feeling her ribcage and spine protest the movement. Sandara moved to help her and Ishtoreth backhanded the Cleric, slamming her to the floor where she lay still.
"Dammit!" Chopper yelled as Ezikial peppered the giant with another round of bullets. "Yer mother was a no-eyed trollop who gave skull jobs to the sailors!" Ishtoreth roared at Chopper, who scooted back toward the doors. The giant lowered his head, bringing his single horn into play. Feruzi's arrows sank deep in his barrel-like torso. Reiko hurtled to her feet as the giant passed, growling a samurai oath and snapping her blade across Ishtoreth's stomach, which fell open like an overloaded sack bursting, spraying Reiko with gore and ending the giant's life. Reiko spit on him.
"That hurt, you bastard!"
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